12 ∘ Fright (RPOV)

                                    

                                          
September 14th, 2016
"What are you doing here?" He said slowly, pausing to look at me, and whispered, "Go stay with your mom. Tell her to call your dad."
I nodded and walked quickly back to her. She was giggling with Alice. How did they not hear that?
"Mom." I was terrified. I didn't know how to react.
"Yeah, honey?" She stood up, concerned after seeing my expression.
"Um... Renée is at the door." My voice was shaking violently. "She's talking to Grandpa. He told me to tell you to call Dad."
She didn't move for a few seconds. "Alice..." I could tell by her voice that she was scared, too. But she was also confused and angry about how Alice didn't see her coming.
She took the phone from Mom's pocket and dialed quickly.
"Edward." She paused, and I heard muffled laughter, then a hush from my dad through the receiver. "Bella's mother is here."
The loud bang was self-explanatory. He dropped the phone—probably breaking it—before he could hang up, and rushed to get over here. I thought at least Jacob and Carlisle would rush to follow him.
He was faster than them, so he got here first. He made it through the back door, and caught Mom as she sank back down to the floor.
"Did she just call you 'Grandpa'? Who was that?" I heard Renée say. Only twenty seconds had passed.
"Answer my question," he said, obviously trying not to be rude.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I knew it was bad, but all I could think about was that my grandmother was here. The only person in my whole family who I'd never met. Who didn't even know I existed.
I knew I recognized her when I opened the door, but I just couldn't place it. Mom showed me a picture of her a long time ago. It was them together at her and Dad's wedding, the last time they ever saw each other.
I should have known. I always look at pictures of her from when she was human.
If I remembered who she was, I would have just said Grandpa moved. This wouldn't be happening right now. It was my fault my mom was feeling this pain right now.
"Renesmee. No." Dad's stern voice pulled me out of my reverie.
I started crying, and he motioned me over to them. I sat next to Mom, and Dad engulfed us both.
That's when everyone else got here. They came in through the back, too. Jacob immediately came over to me. Dad let me go with him, and focused on Mom. He knew I was safe with Jake.
"What the hell is going on?" Jake asked him. "You just took off."
"Renée is at the front door," Dad whispered.
It was quiet there for a minute. Then Renée's strangled voice said, "Phil died. Last month. I came straight here from the funeral. I wanted to talk to you about something."
"About what?" Charlie's voice immediately soothed over after he heard of her husband's death.
"Bella. I thought it would make me feel better." She sniffed. "Is that okay?"
He hesitated before letting her in. He led her to the kitchen so she wouldn't see us.
My face felt dry, so I wanted to splash it with water upstairs.
"Want me to go with you?" Jacob asked.
I shook my head. "I'll be quick."
I left the sink running until it was warm, then wiped off the sticky tears.
I never got my drink, so I was gonna get that, too. She already saw me. What was the harm?
When I walked in, they were looking at pictures of my mom. Grandpa didn't have too many, but he definitely had a lot to say about her.
I didn't know the story they made up for Renée. I assumed they told her she died, but I didn't know exactly how.
I opened the fridge, and she spoke up when she saw me.
"Hi, there."
I looked to him first, then flicked my eyes to her. "Hi," I said, pouring my water.
"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself before. My name's Renée. And you-"
"Renée," he said.
"What? I can't ask her name? She called you 'Grandpa.' I wasn't aware you had another child. Certainly not one old enough to have a child this age. Unless you adopted?" He didn't answer, he just looked down. Nobody ever talked about what to do or say if this happened.
"Ness, come on," Jacob came in.
"Oh, a familiar face! Hello, Jacob. You've aged nicely."
He pretended to look shocked. "Wow! Hi, Renée. It's nice to see you."
"How's your dad?"
"He's great, thank you." He turned to me. "We gotta go." He took my hand, and started walking me out.
"Wow, what a rock!" She caught eye of my engagement ring. "When's the wedding?"
"Christmas," Jake said.
"Oh, my. Is it with you?"
"It is." He smiled as politely as he could manage.
"Renée, they have to go," Grandpa tried insisting.
"Wait! You look incredibly familiar," she said to me. "Have I maybe met some of your family?"
"Um... I don't know." I was so flustered.
"Well, what's your name?"
"Renée-" Charlie was cut off.
"Her name is Renesmee Cullen."
I turned around. The voice came from my father.