Renesmee's story

Chapter 28 What?

Renesmee's POV

I woke up after what felt like an hour. I sat up and tried to figure out where I was when someone came into the room. I turned to see who it was, Uncle Emmett.

"Hi Uncle Emmett," I said in a groggy voice.

"Hey Nessie, how are you feeling?" he asked. This was not like him.

"I'm still not feeling well, why are you asking?"

"I'm just as worried as the rest of the family. I want to know how you're doing. Anyway, I might as well tell you that your dinner is ready," he informed me.

"What time is it? Last time I checked it was sometime after one in the afternoon. How long was I asleep, Uncle Emmett?"

"Well, when Charlie left, it was around one – thirty, then you went to Carlisle's study around that time too, I heard you scream around two – thirty, Jasper went up around that time and then your Dad chased him out of the house around two – thirty five. It's now," he looked at the clock, "six o'clock. You've been asleep for awhile now"

"It looks like I'm not going to sleep early tonight."

"Your parents are cool; they will most likely let you stay up until you decide to pass out."

"OK… I think I want to get dinner now," I said starting to get up. Uncle Emmett then stopped me.

"Here, get on my back and I'll bring you downstairs to the table."

"I can walk."

"Yeah, but I'm going downstairs and you stay look tired."

"Fine," I said. I lifted my arms up when my right arm, started to hurt. "Ow."

"What's wrong, Nessie?" Uncle Emmett asked. I had to get used to the fact that Uncle Emmett was not being his silly self. I hate that everyone is treating me differently now.

"Did Grandpa give me the needle?" I asked.

"From what I've heard, yes."

"OK. I know why my arm hurts now," I told him. I wrapped my left arm around Uncle Emmett's neck and he brought me downstairs.

When we were downstairs, I saw Mommy and Daddy sitting on the couch talking with Grandma and Grandpa. I was brought to the table were I saw something that I have never eaten before. It was pasta, but it was… yellow. I picked up my fork and poked it. Sure I knew how to eat, but I have never seen this concoction before.

"Nessie, what are you doing?" Aunt Rosalie asked coming in the kitchen.

"I'm trying to figure out what this is…," I told her.

"I think your mother said it was macaroni and cheese," she said looking around for something. "Here it is, the box says, KD. I think that you should ask Jake, he's the one that told your Mom to make it for you," she told me. I stabbed the macaroni with my fork and then cautiously brought it up to my mouth. I put it in my mouth and started to eat it. It was good. I started to eat the rest that was in my bowl while Aunt Rosalie watched me.

"How do you eat that stuff? I feel sick in the hall watching the other kids eat."

"Like this," I said and putting the last fork full of this, macaroni and cheese in my mouth.

"You're lucky I love you and your sick, or I might-" she was interrupted by Daddy walking into the room.

"Rose, if you like your hair blonde, don't finish that sentence. Hey Nessie," Daddy said coming over to me.

"You're no fun Edward," Aunt Rosalie said and walked out of the kitchen.

"Did you like your dinner?" Daddy asked.

"Yeah, it was good, now I'm all full," I told him.

"Great, now we have to get Jacob here," Daddy said.

"Why?"

"Because there's a pot with more in it, and vampires can eat… that," Daddy said with a face.

"Yay! That means I get to see my Jacob!" I exclaimed while Aunt Alice walked in.

"I called Jake for you Edward; the future disappeared so I figured that he was going to come over anyway. Most likely, he'll eat almost everything in the house," she told Daddy. I was getting excited for when I get to see my Jacob. I always do. Mommy walked in and sat down with Daddy and me when Aunt Alice left the room.

"Did I hear that Jake is coming over?" she asked.

"Yeah! Do you know when he's going to be here Mommy?" I asked back.

"Soon I think, I'm not sure," she told me. The door bell rang and I ran to go see if it was him. I opened the door and found my Jacob standing there. Was it just me or did I shrink even more when I was asleep? Jacob looked like a monster because of how tall he is. I gave him a hug anyway. When I pulled away from the hug, Jacob wasn't smiling; he always smiles when I gave him a hug, what's wrong?

"Hi Jacob," I said. I was still smiling because I was happy to see him.

"Hey," he said. His voice was monotone and he didn't look happy. I was becoming sad. I don't like seeing people sad
"Is there something wrong? Please tell me what," I begged.

He looked at Daddy and he nodded. What was he nodding about?

"Renesmee, come to the couch with me," he said. I walked to the couch and sat down while Jacob sat on the other. "I have something I have to tell you," he said, he face not looking happy.