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

Chapter 9- Part 2

"You scared me."

"Why did you go see Jake last night?" I walk over to my bed and sit down. Dad grabs the chair at my desk and places it in front of me and sits down on it.

"To tell him I don't want to see him," I say simply, even though it pains me to say it.

"What? Didn't you just start dating?"

"That's why. I snapped at you last night so quickly, it shocked me. When you and mum left I thought about it and thought about how I could hurt someone. Charlie, Jake. . . I couldn't stand myself if I did. So I had to speak to him."

"So you told him you never want to see him?"

"Until I learn how to control this- myself, yes. You already know he didn't take my decision lightly." I look at the wall and dad goes silent, obviously wanting to tell me something but not knowing if he should or not. "What do you want to say, dad?"

"You sound exactly like me. I have told you about the incident with Jasper and your mother when Alice held a party for her?"

"Yes," I say, confused.

"I left, thinking it was what was best for her but that decision nearly killed us both."

"I know, but how has that got anything to do with this?"

"Well my decision to keep us apart caused more drama than if I stayed with her. I couldn't tell your mother what to do. I don't know what was best for her, only she does so she had to make that decision. I just had to accept it."

"So you're saying that I am wrong to keep Jacob away?"

"No, I'm saying it might cause more harm than good. To both of you, and Jacob will keep trying to make contact. I was no where near your mother and it caused problems. You live not even ten minutes away."

"Well I can't have him here risking his life. I have my family to look out for me, I can't stop you. Him, on the other hand, I can. Well, at least try."

"But . . . he is your family, isn't he?"

"He is different. He isn't a vampire. Us being together has caused enough problems, let alone him going against the Volturi. I won't stand by and watch him do that. Even I am a threat to him right now."

"You're not giving him enough credit."

"Dad, none of us know what is happening to me. I'd rather be safe than sorry, wouldn't you?"

He doesn't say anything. I sigh. "I will not let anything happen to me. He might not listen but I can at least try. I am not you and mum, Jacob isn't human, this situation is completely different."

"Your choices might be due to different reasons but it is a similar situation."

"OK, maybe it is, but I will not let him be involved. I don't want him to be. You were a vampire for ages, you could control yourself with her. These . . . outbursts, are dangerous, and I don't want him near me when I have my next one."

"I moved far away from your mother and it still caused issues, you don't even live ten minutes away from him," he adds.

"It's just until I learn how to control myself, it's not forever."

"We aren't sure how long it will be, Renesmee, and everyone is different."

"I don't care what you say. This is my choice, and my choice is for him to stay away from me as much as possible."

"You care for him a lot, don't you?"

"I love him, dad. Just, please, don't tell him anything about the Volturi, or me. I don't want him with us when they come. If he calls don't say anything, and tell mum not to as well." Dad stands up and walks to my bedroom door. He opens it but before he leaves turns around and faces me.

"I'll try, but since when has he ever listened to me?" he asks before leaving, closing the door behind him. I lay down on my bed and feel something underneath my back. I reach my arm underneath me and feel my phone. Before thinking better of it I press the button to turn my phone on. I lay there looking at the screen, waiting for it to load. When my phone turns on, I stare at the screen. My screen-saver is a picture of Jake and I from before I changed and life got even more complicated than it normally is as a vampire child. When my phone loads completely my phone keeps going off, alerting me that I have multiple missed calls. I check the message from optus which says I have ten new voice message. I click on my text messages, there are only three from Jake. He must have decided to call rather than text. I click on the text messages due to habit and wish I hadn't. The start of the first message reads:

Renesmee, what was that about? I'm worried sick about you, what is going on?

You cannot cut me out like this. . .

I stop reading as it is hurting too much. I delete the text messages and ring my message bank, not wanting to listen to the messages, just to delete them. When I first hear Jake's voice, however, I cannot make myself press the button.

"Nessie can you please answer your phone, I don't understand. What happened with your parents last night? If you think talking to me last night is going to make this OK, it doesn't. I love you, I care about you. Just please answer your . . ." Message deleted.

I couldn't listen to it anymore, I had to delete it. As soon as the others start I delete those too, not wanting to hear it. After all the messages are deleted I turn my phone back off. I hold my phone in my hand until my sadness is replaced with anger. I throw my phone across the room and it hits the wall furthest from me, breaking my phone apart.