Sightless (Twilight Fan Fiction)

(8) Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

The night of the party came around quickly. Too quickly. Alice had me dressing up in all sorts of dresses and shoes and whatnot. I was terrified and told Nahuel about my irrational fear. He just caressed my cheek and told me that it was fine to be nervous. But it was alright for him to say that, he was the one who could actually dance while I was the one with the two left feet.

Yet another unwanted trait I had inherited from my mother. Mom came into my room last night for a talk. It was the first time she had stepped foot inside my room since I was little. Before I could start to think for myself. She sat down on the edge of my bed and patted my leg.

For some reason, I couldn’t imagine my Mom sitting in my room. She seemed to prim and proper to ever be a teenager.

“I see that you’re getting on with Nahuel quite admirably,” She commented. Even before she had fully formed the sentence, I had known what she was about to say. I may be blind but I wasn’t stupid. I know how she hated me being around Nahuel. It’s a good thing Dad liked him or I don’t think we would have a chance.

“Yeah,” I fingered the edge of my bedcovers. “He’s really nice,” I was silently begging her not to have the sex talk with me. It would just kill me. Or I would start laughing.

“Y’know,” Mum continued, not noticing my silent pleas. “It wasn’t long ago that you and Jacob were inseparable, now you never talk about him or anything. What happened between you?”

A conversation about Jacob Black wasn’t something that I wanted to be thinking about right now. I was supposed to be finding a happy place. I was already stressed enough about the party.

“We fell out and decided that it would be best if we stayed away from each other. For now,” I lied. I had decided that we had to stay away from each other. He thought I was ill.

Mum sighed and moved from the bed. “Jacob is your best friend,”

“He was,” I told her, dropping the bedcovers. “Until he changed and I decided that I was better off without him,”

It was the first time I had said that out loud. The first time that I had admitted it to myself. I was better off without him.

“How can you say that?” Mum raised her voice just loud enough for me to hear that she was livid. Quite loud. “Just because someone comes along who has a better lifestyle than Jacob, doesn’t mean that you can just abandon your friend. I want you to call him this minute and ask him to forgive you,”

I felt her push something into my hands. A mobile phone. I hastily dropped it on the bed.

“No! I don’t want to! He’s horrible to me!” I was panicking. My head was spinning and I could feel my hands getting sweaty. “Please don’t!”

“Shut- up!” She hissed at me and held the phone to my ear. “Tell him you miss him and want him to come to the party tonight,” Mum grabbed the top of my arm and squeezed it. “No tricks, Renesmee Cullen. I know what you’re like,”

“Please,” I whispered. Mum shook me and pressed the phone closer to my ear.

“Jake speaking,” All of a sudden, his voice was in my ear. I jumped back from the phone, irrationally thinking that he was right there beside me on the bed.

“Uh...it’s Renesmee,” I spoke weakly. I felt like I had just thrown up. I was sweating and there was no warmth coming from my hands however much I rubbed them together.

“Ness? How are you? Are you alright? Did the bloodsucker tell you to stay away from me?” Jacob replied with an onslaught of questions. I shook my head, already feeling the dread creeping on me like it always does when we spoke.