Trails of Renesmee by Talullah (best ebook reader for chromebook TXT) 📕

been dying to see. Oh what’s it called?”

“Truth hurts?” A voice interrupted. It was Robbie Johnson, he was in Celeste and mines biology class and I had noticed on more than once occasion the way he looked at her. “Would you mind?” Robbie indicated to the camera he was holding in his hand.

“No of course not” Celeste grinned and wrapped her arm around me.

“Say cheese!”

I did my cheesiest grin and the flash of the camera disorientated me for a split second. After the picture had been taken Robbie didn’t move, it was as if he was actual glued to the spot. All three of us then stood there in that awkward moments silence. (When I say silence I mean conversation wise because the music was very loud.)

“Erm, Celeste, would you like to have a dance with me” Robbie muttered, it was quite pathetic yet cute the way he had said it. Celeste turned to me and gave me the “should I?” look.

“Well, I’m going to get some food so I’ll leave you both to it.” I winked at her and she smiled back. Robbie was a nice guy, I would be so happy for Celeste if she had finally found someone who deserved her. I went over to the table covered in food and grabbed a plate that I put a few pieces of chicken on. I began to nibble on a piece surveying the busy room as I did so.

“Hello Renesmee.” Someone slurred, I turned round to see who it was.

“Oh hi Darren.” He looked incredibly drunk. “Shall I get you some water?”

“Water?” He spat, “No, I want more booze!”

“Oh right, well maybe you should have some food in that case too.” I really was trying not to be a party pooper. “The chicken is really tasty.”

“Do you know what I find tasty?” His eyes that had once been so warm and friendly changed instantaneously into something cold and creepy. “You are looking so tasty this evening Nessie.” He cooed. I knew he was only drunk but he was over stepping, or rather leaping the line here.

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink Darren. Let’s go find Jacob yeah?”

“Oh but I want to stay here and talk with you.” He stoked the outside of my thigh which made my skin crawl and venom rise up in my throat. I could break his arm in a second, his neck even. I wouldn’t have to think twice, but I was better than that.

“Darren take your hand off me before I throw you out.”

“Oh, don’t play hard to get Nessie, I’ve seen the way you look at me.” Right, he had definitely had too much to drink, he was deluded. “You can’t be as in love with Jacob as you make out when you haven’t even experienced a real man.”

I began to laugh. Was he being serious? “Jake is more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

“Come on, just a little kiss, it won’t hurt.”

The jokiness before had faded, whether he had, had too much drink or not enough was enough. What kind of a person hits on his friends partner? Before I had chance to get Jacob to take Darren home, he lunged at me. His lips smacked on to mine and his hands wrapped round my hair with such force that I was perilous to stop it, although I was much, much stronger than Darren the sheer shock froze me to the spot. I felt physically sick as his mouth crashed down on mine with too much enthusiasm. Before I could even think about what my natural reaction was to stop it, I had done it. I had shoved my hand on to Darren’s cheek and “showed” him as many images of the word “NO” that I knew. Hundreds of images now ran through Darren’s head and I had let the perfect facade slip. He knew I wasn’t normal. Darren’s lips loosened their grip from mine. He opened his eyes and froze, just the way I had but before I had chance to explain, to tell him how drunk he was and to make him forget what he had just seen, an eruption of screams took over the room.

They were screams of panic of fear. I had no idea what could cause such a reaction. No one else would have seen what I just projected on to Darren and even if they had, the reaction was completely over the top no matter how strange. I turned to see the culprit of such terror, and there on the other side of the room was a huge, angry wolf. So big it towered over everyone else and was more the height of a huge bear. I gasped in shock. This could not be happening, not here! The russet coloured wolf came charging towards my direction snarling and growling as it came. The people in the house were running in every direction trying to escape the nightmare that had become real. I grabbed Darren and thrust him behind me.

“JAKE, NO!” I screamed. I raised my arms out in front of me as a sort of shield, a weak barrier in case Jacob wasn’t able to stop. He wouldn’t kill me, I knew this for sure. But the force of his charge could injure me and more importantly I would seriously hurt Darren if I got thrust into him, or worse, kill him.

Jacob’s claws dug into the laminate flooring tearing up chunks as he skidded to a halt. And the screaming stopped. If the people at the party hadn’t seen Jacob just transform into a wolf in front of their very eyes, they had definitely had heard me scream his name at the huge monster. I stared deep into his eyes; the viciousness was beginning to fade and reality plus guilt had settled in. We couldn’t stay here, we both knew that now. We had to run! Jacob nodded at me, as though he were reading my thoughts. I leapt on to his back and he raced out the door. As I turned back to survey our house the last thing I saw was Celeste’s face, it was not in shock or terror like the others. She looked genuinely upset or betrayed, I couldn’t work out which and I felt a lump in my throat knowing that this would be the last time I ever saw her.
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Publication Date: 10-25-2011

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