"Hey, Jacob." I said, on the phone.
"Hey, Nessie. What's up? You in trouble?"
"Definitely. My dad said...well, in a nutshell, he basically said that we were forbidden to have kids. _Especially_ now, but even when we're _married._"
Jacob let out a long breath. "Wow. Well how about this? When we're married, that's up to us. He can't do anything about it." He said, satisfied.
"Except for kill you," I pointed out.
"Sure, sure, but he loves you enough not to want to hurt you."
I sighed. "Sometimes...I don't know."
"That's a shame. Do you want to come over tonight?"
"Yes. I want more than anything to get away from this hostile place. No one _understands_ me, but my Dad should, seeing as how he reads minds and everything."
"Great. I would pick you up, but--"
"Jacob. I can't. My father forbid me." I told him sadly.
He chuckled. "Nessie, you sounded a little medieval there." he said. He continued in a lower register. "'My father forbid me.' Well, alright, that's a shame, but as long as we're under his control, that's all we can do. Okay? I've got to get to bed. I love you and miss you."
"Good night, Jacob. Love you. Miss you. Love you more."
"Not possible! Good night."
And I hung up, tears in my eyes. Jacob _got_ me, and it was so disappointing when you couldn't be allowed to be supported by your friend. Boyfriend.
All of a sudden, I heard my father rush up the stairs. My door was open and he was in front of me in a blur.
"Renesmee," he said to me, "I'm sorry. I don't regret saying--"
"Edward!" we heard my mother say from downstairs.
"Okay, fine. I am deeply sorry, baby. I just want you to be safe, is all. I love you and care deeply for you. I wish you would accept that, but I know the teenage years can be hard. I still _am_ a teenager."
"Yeah, well."
"Renesmee, I love you, but I do not appreciate you using a tone with me. I don't like the attitude. If that side of you comes out again, so help me I will forbid you to see Jacob for a month."
"A day," my mother said from downstairs.
"A WEEK. But that's all." My father continued. We hugged, but that didn't change the fact that I was upset. I wanted to see Jacob.
My father sighed when he heard that, and just walked out. Like, he seriously walked out like a normal human. Down the stairs and everything.
I climbed into my new bed in my favorite pajamas made by the Quilieutes. I took the Quilieutes-made quilt and put that on my bed too. I took the dream-catcher from Jacob and hung it on my bed. I wish my parents had left this stuff out when redecorating my room. How I knew where it was was a mystery to me, but I was glad I had it. As I tried to fall asleep, I kept twisting the charm bracelet Jacob made for me my first Christmas. I still treasured it and had done everything I could do to protect it. I wore it every single day. I just couldn't stop thinking about Jacob. I drifted off to sleep. I began to dream.
I dreamed about the future. Jacob and I had a child. He was beautiful. He could phase quicker and smoother than Jacob could. My father seemed to love him more than I did, which I knew wasn't true, but he sure acted like it. The baby was the most beautiful I had ever seen. He had dark hair and dark skin like Jacob did, for which I was glad. I never learned our baby's name, but I felt like it was a sign. A sign that we would have our baby and in the end, it would all be okay.
It would all be okay.
"Hey, Nessie. What's up? You in trouble?"
"Definitely. My dad said...well, in a nutshell, he basically said that we were forbidden to have kids. _Especially_ now, but even when we're _married._"
Jacob let out a long breath. "Wow. Well how about this? When we're married, that's up to us. He can't do anything about it." He said, satisfied.
"Except for kill you," I pointed out.
"Sure, sure, but he loves you enough not to want to hurt you."
I sighed. "Sometimes...I don't know."
"That's a shame. Do you want to come over tonight?"
"Yes. I want more than anything to get away from this hostile place. No one _understands_ me, but my Dad should, seeing as how he reads minds and everything."
"Great. I would pick you up, but--"
"Jacob. I can't. My father forbid me." I told him sadly.
He chuckled. "Nessie, you sounded a little medieval there." he said. He continued in a lower register. "'My father forbid me.' Well, alright, that's a shame, but as long as we're under his control, that's all we can do. Okay? I've got to get to bed. I love you and miss you."
"Good night, Jacob. Love you. Miss you. Love you more."
"Not possible! Good night."
And I hung up, tears in my eyes. Jacob _got_ me, and it was so disappointing when you couldn't be allowed to be supported by your friend. Boyfriend.
All of a sudden, I heard my father rush up the stairs. My door was open and he was in front of me in a blur.
"Renesmee," he said to me, "I'm sorry. I don't regret saying--"
"Edward!" we heard my mother say from downstairs.
"Okay, fine. I am deeply sorry, baby. I just want you to be safe, is all. I love you and care deeply for you. I wish you would accept that, but I know the teenage years can be hard. I still _am_ a teenager."
"Yeah, well."
"Renesmee, I love you, but I do not appreciate you using a tone with me. I don't like the attitude. If that side of you comes out again, so help me I will forbid you to see Jacob for a month."
"A day," my mother said from downstairs.
"A WEEK. But that's all." My father continued. We hugged, but that didn't change the fact that I was upset. I wanted to see Jacob.
My father sighed when he heard that, and just walked out. Like, he seriously walked out like a normal human. Down the stairs and everything.
I climbed into my new bed in my favorite pajamas made by the Quilieutes. I took the Quilieutes-made quilt and put that on my bed too. I took the dream-catcher from Jacob and hung it on my bed. I wish my parents had left this stuff out when redecorating my room. How I knew where it was was a mystery to me, but I was glad I had it. As I tried to fall asleep, I kept twisting the charm bracelet Jacob made for me my first Christmas. I still treasured it and had done everything I could do to protect it. I wore it every single day. I just couldn't stop thinking about Jacob. I drifted off to sleep. I began to dream.
I dreamed about the future. Jacob and I had a child. He was beautiful. He could phase quicker and smoother than Jacob could. My father seemed to love him more than I did, which I knew wasn't true, but he sure acted like it. The baby was the most beautiful I had ever seen. He had dark hair and dark skin like Jacob did, for which I was glad. I never learned our baby's name, but I felt like it was a sign. A sign that we would have our baby and in the end, it would all be okay.
It would all be okay.