A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

~Chapter Twelve~
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Renesmee sat on the couch thinking over everything that had happened that day. She was still in
shock, unable to work through her emotions and figure out how she really felt about the situation.
She jumped when the front door opened, but forced herself to relax when she heard Alice humming
to herself.
“Hi, sweetie,” she said happily. “How are you?”
Renesmee wasn’t sure how to respond. She nodded. “Um . . . I’m okay.” She cringed inwardly; it
wasn’t even slightly convincing.
Alice put her purse in the recliner and sat next to her niece. “What’s wrong?”
Tears began to flow again. She couldn’t tell Alice the truth, but she wasn’t sure what to say. “I . . .
Jacob and I . . .” she couldn’t say they broke up. No matter how conflicted she was, she knew deep
inside that she did still love him.
“Did he hurt you, Renesmee?” Alice put her hand on Renesmee’s arm. “What happened?”
Renesmee shook her head. “He didn’t hurt me. We just, um . . . we had an argument.” She paused
to try to work out her lie.
“About what?” Alice prodded.
“About his legends,” she said carefully. “He really believes them like they’re real.” They were real.
The scene from earlier when Jacob literally burst replayed in her mind.
“Why is that something to argue about? Native American legends aren’t just scary stories,
Renesmee. They’re a real part of their heritage, like us and our stories about Noah or Moses. It
doesn’t surprise me that he believes they’re true.”
Renesmee sighed. “But they’re not, Aunt Alice.” She looked up and shook her head. “I know they’re
more than just stories to tell at bedtime, but they’re not supposed to be true. I mean, I’ve heard the
story about Noah and the ark more times than I can count, and it’s part of my religion, but that
doesn’t mean I honestly believe one man saved two of every animal on the planet from drowning
because God flooded the earth.”
Alice patted Renesmee’s hand. “Honey, you’ve got to try to look at this objectively for a moment.
You told me that Jacob is pretty much the chief, right?” Renesmee nodded. “So it’s part of his job to
carry on the traditions and legends. Of course he’s going to believe them. Can you imagine a church
president or pope who doesn’t believe their stories are true?”
“No, not really.”
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