Chapter 9 Tomorrow
Renesmee's POV
I'm sitting at the table just reading a book, and thinking about my cousins that I still haven't gotten to meet yet, and how I wish more than anything that mommy and daddy would let me see them, when the door opens. I recognize the scent, so I excitedly rush to the living room of our beautiful cottage, and rush into Uncle Emmett's arms. He kisses the top of my head, and then looks down at me with love in his tender blue eyes. I look around for Lucas, or the twins, but find neither, so I look back to him.
"Hey Nessie, I came to get you for the day, so get your stuff okay?" he asks, and I jump excitedly, before sprinting to my room. I pull the closet open, and look around for what I want to wear, and finally decide on a soft lavender dress. Hurriedly, I slip into the silky dress, and dash over to my vanity, to do my hair as fast as possible, before running back to my Uncle Emmett. He's still standing there with that small goofy smile that he's always had. He sees me ready to go, and puts his arm around my shoulders, and tows me back to his car.
I look back at mommy who is standing out in the yard with a big smile planted on her face. I wonder where we're going, as we back out of my driveway, but my question is quickly answered, when we pull into the garage of Grandpa's house. Am I meeting my cousins? The thought of excitement is too much, so I squeal as I hop from the car. Uncle Emmett leads me inside, and directly to the big living room, where I have so many memories. There on the couch is Lucas, and sleeping just beside him are the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen.
I hurry over to the couch, and sit down just beside Luke, and he smiles at me, and wraps an arm around me, squeezing me with affection. I lean into the hug, and just savor the closeness to one of my favorite people in the world. I mean I do still miss my Aunt Rosalie, but she became such a bad person towards the end of her life, and then some of the things she did to our family were unforgivable, but I'm so glad Uncle Emmett found Lucas because I hated seeing him like he was, when she left him all alone.
I look down at my cousins, and for a few minutes, I just admire their perfection, and how much I love them. They look older than a few days old, so I guess they have the same accelerated growth thing that I had when I was born. That's another reason to love them even more. They are just like me, and I don't have anyone in my life that can relate to the super aging, and the fact that I missed a lot of the things kids go through growing up. I mean I'm happy with my life, but to have someone to relate with is going to be nice. All of a sudden the atmosphere of the house changes, and I can almost feel the blood weighing on my senses.
Lucas's POV
Renesmee sits down beside me, and the babies and smiles so serenely, so happily. I'm just about to lean over to give her a hug because I've really missed her recently, when something happens. There's some sort of noise in the direction of Sam, and then all I can smell is this huge amount of blood. It smells so good, and deli-... I push the thought of how good the blood smells to the back of my mind, and lurch from the couch, leaving Oliver and Olivia behind to race to Sam's side. That's when I see the site laid out before me.
Sam is laying there on the bed like she has been, for a while now but the only difference is that she's bent at an odd angle. I rush over to her, and crawl onto the bed, trying to see what's wrong but as soon as my weight pushes the bed down, she begins to spasm. Emmett rushes in, and looks at me with wild blue flames in his eyes. I hurriedly turn her over on her back, and go to bite my wrist, when she just stops. I lean down to see if she's okay, when her eyes fly open, and she looks directly into my eyes.
Her eyes are so full of pain, and utter fear that I curse myself for the decision to let her carry my children to term. If she dies the blood is all on my hands, and I will never be able to forgive myself for taking this young, beautiful woman's life away so I can have kids. Emmett brushes past me, and pushes her back onto the pillow, before prying her now shut eyes open, and I see with horror that her eyes are a sickly milk looking color. She screams at that moment, and I grit my teeth with disgust at myself.
I can't believe the person that I've become to put someone's life in danger, for something to make my own life better. At that moment Carlisle comes in, and scoops Sam into his arms. He's gone in a flash, and I immediately follow him up to his office which is set up like a trauma center. He already has her on the bed, and is quickly hooking her up to multiple machines, when I join him in the room. I can tell by the look on his face that it's not good, but I force myself into a cool, collected composure for the sake of helping Sam.
He finally has her hooked to all the machines, and monitors, when I speed to her side, and look over at him expectantly, but he just looks at me with a resigned look of utter sadness. That's when the heart monitor flat lines. I immediately turn to her, and begin compressions, so she can live, and grow old and have kids of her own. I can't be the one to take that away from her. I can't be the one who ruined her life, and then took her life all in the same stride. I'm still doing compressions, when I hear the door open.
I feel movement beside me, and then Emmett is there. He gently tries to remove my hands, from her chest but I angrily shove them away. I renew my compressions with newfound strength, but soon enough he pulls me back more forcefully this time, but then he does something that causes me to back off. He begins doing the compressions himself. I stand there watching him try to save her, when Alice runs in. She sprints to my side, and sadly looks down at the sight before her eyes, and that's when I see the look on her face.
I need her to be okay. I need her to make it. I instantly bite down on my wrist, until I feel the skin give way. Rushing past Emmett, I stand just beside her head, and with one hand I pry her mouth open, and the other I hold over her gaping mouth, letting it pool in the back of her throat. When nothing happens, I try to tilt her head to force it down her throat, when she doesn't even choke on the blood it finally hits me. She's gone isn't she? I push Emmett aside, and he looks at me resigned, but doesn't argue.
I begin compressions just like before, and I continue to push up and down on her chest, until Carlisle places a cool hand on top of mine, and gently pulls it away from her unmoving form.
"Lucas, she's gone. I'm sorry" he tries to explain, but for some reason his logic doesn't seem to resonate with my mind.
"No, she's just, she's... She's dead" I stammer through the coming tears, as I finally accept the truth of this horrible tragedy.
I take a few steps back from the body of the woman that gave me everything. I step back from her mangled corpse, and when I hit the wall behind me, I slide down to the ground, and the tears pour from my eyes. I killed her. I destroyed this woman's life, and it's all my fault that she'll never have the life that she could've that she would've had if I had never interfered. I'm poison. At that moment this feeling of untampered, raw fury fills my entire body, and I jump to my feet. Emmett tries to stop me, but I push him aside, and he flies into the wall like a rag doll.
I can see the look of hurt etched on his face, but I can't stop right now. I have to break something. I'll apologize tomorrow, but right now I want to use my hands, and destroy something just like I destroyed her life. The pain hurts way too bad, but there's nothing I can do to stop it. I rush from the house, leaving Emmett behind, leaving the twins behind, and leaving Sam's body behind. The twins. Their faces swim before me, and immediately the anger begins to ebb away. That's when I turn around. She died so I could have them, and I'm damn sure not going to waste that sacrifice, by wasting time on petty emotions like anger. Those babies have changed everything. They've saved me.
Chloe's POV
I wait in the living room, as Dylan hurriedly packs his belongings for the journey. It took us no time at all, for us to realize that with Lucas is where we belong. I've already tried to get ahold of him, but nobody has the same phone number. I inwardly shutter, when I realize once again just how badly I'm still hurting from what Jackson did. He betrayed my trust, he betrayed everything that I thought he was, and even after I've had a few days to simmer down, I'm still sure of my decision to leave him behind.
Dylan finally comes down the hall, and he has everything ready to go, so we leave his house behind. It feels weird to be traveling with my brother, after all the things we've been through since leaving home. Unlocking my car, I slide into the driver's seat, and Dylan drops nto the seat beside me. Cranking the car to life, I turn the radio up, and back out of the drive. My phone begins to vibrate, at that moment so I look down at the caller ID. Immediately tapping the ignore button, I push Jackson from my mind, and drive away from the neighborhood where I found my brother.
"What the hell are you even listening to?" he asks, and I snort verbally in irritation. He's never approved of my type of music. Dylan has a very eclectic taste in music, but he never saw the beauty of the metal that I'm accustomed to.
"It's Disturbed" I shout over the music, but he just snorts in his most mocking way.
"You mean disturbing?" he asks, and I just smile with love. It feels so nice to have my brother back, and to be arguing over something trivial.
We fly out of the small town Dylan was living in, and very shortly find ourselves on the interstate. After a while, I let Dylan change the station, and then we're listening to classic rock, which is definitely not my taste, but oh well. I think of Skylar, and Lucas, and wish all the strength in my mind that they could be here with us, but I know Skylar is gone forever. I almost begin to cry at that moment, but I just push it aside because I can't let my grief come through. I have to leave my past in the past if I'm ever going to move on.
I wonder what Lucas will say to me after all this time. Will he be happy to see us? Will he be angry with the way I abandoned him? Is he even alive? All of the worst possibilities begin to run through my head, as we continue down the interstate. I want our reunion to be happy, but it has been nearly eight months since I've seen him, and our last meeting wasn't exactly pleasant. I know that I was being crude, but it was all true. Ever since he met the Cullens, we have had so man tragedies in our lives, and I know he loves Emmett, but he has to see that we would still have our entire family, if he had never been involved with him. I push the argument aside, and go back to wondering what he'll say to me, when I come face to face with him tomorrow.
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