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

Chapter 9- Part 1

Mum walks in ahead of me and goes into the living room while I stay in the hallway, just out of view. Mum placed her sheild around me so I can talk without dad reading into my head. Right now, however, it is good as he doesn't know I am listening.

"Edward, can you not yell at her again please?" mum says sincerely.

"So you found her? What's wrong with her?" he asks. He still sounds slightly annoyed but there's an edge of worry obvious in his tone of voice.

"I don't know. This is new to all of us, Edward. How do you think she feels?" She pauses."We help her as much as we can but she feels as if she's in it on her own," she continues in a much softer voice, making it difficult for me to hear. My back is against the wall and I am not risking peeking around the corner, dad will see me immediately.

"What? Why would she think that?" dad says, sounding shocked.

"Because we're always yelling at her, not listening to what she has to say. She knows she stuffed up but we can't help that. Right now we have to help her get through this. So please, stop yelling at her about everything. You wonder how she feels going through this."

"I know how she feels, Bella. Don't forget I can hear her thoughts unlike yours'. It is difficult though, she hides things from me." At this I smile, atleast I'm getting better. "I don't get how though, the others were never able to, she is only young." I think about this for a minute and realise something. It should have been obvious since the beginning. I feel slightly disappointed that I have never actually been able to hide things from dad but I also feel grateful to what she has done to help me.

"Where is she now?" he asks. I don't want another argument so I wait a minute, listening to what mum will say.

"She'll be in soon, I told her to wait a minute." At that I open and close the front door, walking through to the living room. Mum looks at me and smiles. Dad turns to look at me and slightly narrows his eyes. He isn't angry though, he does that when trying to figure out something. The good thing is that I already know why but mum's shield is up now so he cannot find out.

"Renes-"

"I'm sorry for last night,"I say, cutting dad off. "I know I was yelling, I'm not trying to make excuses. I just don't know what caused it."

"You yelled back, Nes, you. How can that be caused by someone else?" dad asks. Mum shoots him a warning glare.

"I don't know!" I realise my voice has raised and stay quiet for a minute. Stay calm, I repeat over and over in my head. "I don't know. Maybe the change? Perhaps I'm as bad as a new born, or possibly worse, I don't know what is wrong with me. I don't know what to do. I don't understand and the problem is you don't either. I need to take control but when I get angry something takes control of me, it's difficult to get back from that and I don't know what would happen if I gave into it." I drop down onto the chair and raise my hands to my head, covering my face. "No one knows what is happening to me and it is scaring me." I look up and see mum and dad exchange a look. I can see dad deep in thought about what I have just said.

"Has it happened anywhere else? With anyone else? Well, besides your father and I?" mum asks before dad gets the chance. Should I say something about last? If I do they will know I left the house. But if I don't they won't be able to help me. To help me they have to know how serious it is.

"I growled at Jacob last night. I could have hurt him."

"Last night?" I knew dad would ask that. I sigh.

"When you and mum went out last night, to hunt, I was thinking about what happened with you two and knew something was wrong. I met up with Jake to speak to him. When I tried to leave he grabbed my wrist and I growled at him. I have never growled before . . . have I?"

"No, you haven't. I thought maybe you couldn't because you never had. Did you leave him after that?" mum questions. I shake my head.

"He wouldn't let go. If I scared him by growling he didn't show it. But it sure did scare me, I thought I was going to hurt him. When I escaped his grip I ran off back home. And then you" -I look at mum- "kept asking questions and I couldn't deal with it, that's why I left last night." I start to think about last night, talking to Jake. Until I understand all of this, I don't . . . I don't want to see you.

"I'm sorry," I say before leaving the living room and running upstairs to my room. I shut the door behind me and turn to go sit on my bed and see dad. I raise my hand to my chest.