Twilight Midnight Sun - Book 2

Chapter 12

It was just after 4 oclock when I finally decided to move from my spot in the living room. Not that I wanted to but I was hungry. Going into the kitchen I opened up the fridge and looked at the contents inside. Only when I saw that the majority of the items had to be cooked on the stove to make a decent meal like I was used to did I realize I have never cooked in my life. How was I supposed to feed myself?

"Are you alright?" I heard Ethan ask from behind me.

Standing up straight I turned around and saw him sitting at the counter watching me. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Just getting used to having to fend for myself. Normal people have years to prepare for this sort of thing but me." I shook my head and then turned back to the fridge.

"I'm guessing you don't know how to cook." He said as he joined my side. looked up at him and half grinned.

"I have watched my parents make a few things but I have never attempted it myself." I confessed.

Ethan reached into the fridge and grabbed butter and cheese slices before he shut the fridge. Then he moved to the cabinet to the left of the fridge and took out the bread. I remembered these ingrediants being used when my father was making me a grilled cheese sandwich. They were my favorite. A clang was heard as Ethan placed a frying pan on the stove and stepped aside.

"I'm going to teach you to cook one of the simplest yet tastiest things in the human world." He told me.

"Vampires don't eat so how do you know they are good?" I challenged. He tapped his temples.

"I have an extraordinary memory. When I was human I ate them whenever possible." he smirked.

Then he was holding a butterknife before me. Hesitating I took a slight breath and held open my palm so he could hand it to me. Then I began mimicking the steps my father did whenever he made the sandwich. First I took two slices of bread and then buttered one side of them. Then I took a cheese slice and stuck it between the two unbuttered sides before I moved it to the pan. In seconds a sizzling could be heard and a delicious aroma filled the room.

"You will need this." Ethan said as he took stuck a spatula in my hand. "Count to twenty and then flip it over." he said

Very carefully I counted. The moment I hit twenty I flipped the sandwich over. Now the top of it was a golden brown. My mouth began watering as I craved to rip the sandwich from the pan and eat it as it was. Great self control was needed to get through the next thirty seconds. Then it was done.

I didn't even bother using a plate and just ate it straight from the pan itself. It was so good and reminded me of my mother and father and my family. As the last bit of my sandwich disappeared into my mouth I began pondering. What was my family doing and were they still alive? What about Jacob.

"You know, the best way to keep your mind off troubled thoughts is to keep it busy." Ethan said as he eyed me. I knew my expression was a saddened one. I looked at him and then turned my attention to the window that opened up a view of the north side of the island. "If you really tried I am sure you could have alot of fun. When this is all over with and you are with your family again don't you want to be able to tell them stories about your time on the island. I'm sure they would want you to be happy or atleast try to."

I took a deep breath and let it out. Ethan was right and I couldn't deny that. If my parents saw me right now they would be sad. I needed to try and be happy.

"So what is fun here?" Ethan smiled.

"I have only seen the bottom of ocean." He replied. The memory of me drowning flitted through my mind and I immeadiately felt guilty.

"I'm sorry." Ethan rose his hand and placed it on my shoulder giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"You are alive thats all that matters." He said before moving his hand back to his side. Seconds later Gracie appeared.

"I want to go home." She whispered.

"You and me both." I mumbled so low under my breath that I knew the only person who could have heard it was Ethan. He looked at me for a few seconds and then to his sister before his composed face faltered to a frown.

"Why?" he asked. Gracie shrugged her shoulders.

"I just can't keep up with this life. I'm human I don't belong here, I never did." She said with a voice full of melancholy. Ethan walked to her side and wrapped his arms around her.

"You know I can't come with you. I promised Edward and Bella-" Ethan began before Gracie cut him off with her hand to his mouth.

"I know you don't have to explain." she responded. "I can find a way to take care of myself. I just have to find someone that hires 16 year olds and then get a house or something..."

Then Rhiannon was at our side with a medium sized duffle bag in her arms. Her face held little or nor emotion as she set the bag down on the counter.

"Alice said you might need this but she told me to give it to you at the right moment. This seems like the moment she was talking about." Rhiannon looked to Gracie and then nodded her head to the bag. "It's for you."

Gracie walked forward and unzipped the bag before reaching her hand in. When she pulled it out she was holding a manilla envelope.

"What is it?" Ethan asked curiously. Gracie opened it and took out some formal looking documents.

"Gracelynn May Bellamy." She paused before handing it to her brother. "It looks like my birth certificate." Ethan was silent for a few moments.

"Except it says that you are 19. All of the documents do, including your ID." His eyes went back to the bag. "What is in there?" Without waiting for a response he walked forward and peered in. For several minutes he just silently stared before he reached in and took out a letter.

"What does it say?" I asked. Ethan silently read the letter before shaking his head and handing it to me. Taking the letter into my hand I began to read.

Ethan,

Now you know this is how its supposed to happen. This is how it all ends. Take care of Renesmee that is all I ask.

Edward

From the angle I was holding the letter I was able to make out handwriting on the back of the parchment. Turning it over I read my name.

Renesmee,

This side must be for me. I continued reading.

Life may be hard continuing on without your mother and I but remember we are always with you. With every beat of your heart, in every drop of your blood. In the brown eyes that are your mothers, written in the music that you play. We are there and always will be.

At the very moment you are reading this we may have perished or are facing our certain death. But know we are not dying in vain. We are doing this so you can live happily, safely. Long.

Please be good. Be happy.

Your mother and Father.

Edward and Bella.

Before I could allow my emotions to catch up I froze as I saw the letter continued. Only the handwriting was different. I wasn't as elegantly written as my fathers.

Renesmee I love you and I always will but sometimes loving someone means doing things that benefit them rather then yourself. This is the only way you can live. I don't know what lies ahead after this fight but know that I want you to try and live as much as you can. By live I mean more then just being alive.

The time will come when you meet someone who makes you feel complete. I want you to let that person into your heart and never let them go.

Know that I didn't want this to end this way.

JAKE

As I finished the letter I realized I was holding my breath. Letting it out quickly I inhaled again to give my lungs some relief. This was it. My family wasn't coming back to me.