Renesmee's Story (A Twilight Fan Fiction) *BEING EDITED*

Chapter 8- Part 3

I pause at the front door. Just get it over with, I think. I'm about to open the door when someone opens it for me.

"Where were you?"

"Oh hi dad, it's so good to see you too," I say as pleasantly as I can manage, with the hint of sarcasm obvious in my tone.

"Don't start that with me."

"I was with Jake," I say as I push past him.

"And look how the last time you were with him alone turned out," he snaps. I turn around to face him.

"How many times do I have to say sorry? I'm sorry! OK?! Well, I guess we have eternity to argue about this if you really want to," I snap back.

"What were you thinking? Going off again by yourself? You have caused enough trouble," mum yells at me as soon as she walks into the hallway. I roll my eyes.

"I am not going to say it again, I am done." I turn around and start to walk towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" dad demands.

"To my room!" I shout before running up the stairs and slamming my door behind me. I pace up and down my room, trying to take back control. Where did that just come from? It is way too easy to lose control, always has been an issue but this was much worse, maybe because I have only just fed. Animal blood doesn't usually do that though, never has been this severe before.

I look at myself in the mirror and see my bright, red eyes. I look up and tightly close my eyes for a few minutes, trying to calm down. It has to be the change, what else can it be? How long will it take to adjust? How do I take control? No one has gone through this, well, no one that I know. Until I take control I am dangerous . . . dangerous to Jake. I am considered a new born and I would be stronger than he is, than anyone.

I need to talk to someone that has gone through this, someone that can help me. Maybe the boy that was the main reason Aro decided to spare my life can help me. He has gone through it and understands. He is the only one I can think of, but we did not keep touch, so how will I find him? What was his name, even? I don't know. Mum and dad might, but I will not go crawling back to them. I'll have to speak to them sooner or later, but I would much prefer the second option. I hear footsteps, someone walking towards my room and now know, without deciding, it has ended up the earlier choice. My head turns immediately to the now open door where my mother is standing. I raise my eyebrows expectantly, knowing she hasn't came up for 'small chitchat'.

"Your father and I are going to Carlisles', we are meeting Carlisle and Esme to go hunt," she states, in a pure matter-of-fact tone- no emotion whatsoever. "The others already have, so they are not going. Your father and I want you to stay here, but know you won't, so do you want to come with us to their house and we leave you there? Or hunt with us? Your choice."

"I'm fine where I am," I say, mimicking her tone just used on me. I focus my gaze on her and she does the same. She waits a second, seeing that I have no intention of moving from my position, then closes the door behind her. I shake my head. Definitely won't ask for their help yet, I decide. I quietly get up and open my door as quietly as I can manage. I focus all my hearing to downstairs, trying to hear my parents.

"She said she's staying here."

"She won't," dad replies bitterly.

"Can you" -I know what she is about to say so I focus my thoughts on my anger before she can finish- "hear her?" she asks.

"She's angry . . . very angry," he adds after a few seconds.

"Should I go back up there? I hate seeing her like this."

"No. She has to understand what she's done."

"I know, but-"

"She gets away with too much," dad interrupts.

"Edward, she never use to snap that quickly, this change has done something to her."

"She has always had a short fuse," dad put in.

"Not as bad as this. I'm worried about her, aren't you?"

"Of course I am worried, but how can we help her? It's as new to us as it is to her." There's silence for a couple of minutes and then I hear a sigh, mum, I guess?

"Lets go, there's no point talking about it. I'll talk to her when we get home," I hear dad say and mum doesn't say anything else. I don't hear anything else except the closing of the front door. I walk out of my room and downstairs, making sure they are gone. When I know it is safe I grab my phone from my pocket. I scroll down my contacts until I find the one person who I know won't be angry at me but, sadly, he will be soon.

"Hi Nes, how'd it go?"

"Can we talk? Like, in person?"

"What's going on? Is there news about the Volturi?"

"It'll be fine, just need to talk. My parents are out, come to mine?"

"OK, I'll be there soon. Bye."

"Bye," I say, before disconnecting. I shove my phone back in my pocket and walk out the front. I had no intention of Jake coming here; I know the route he will take and I will meet him halfway. I run in that direction as I know he will get here shortly. After I get far enough that I am closer to his home than mine, I stop, hoping after our conversation right now he will not follow when I leave.