R.I.P. Britanny...

Renesmee's P.O.V


My hand hit off of the locker as I searched for my ringing phone. I looked at the clock, it was six in the morning. Who in the hell is ringing me at this time? My hand finally found the vibrating annoyance on the locker. I flipped it open.

"Hello." My throat sounded sore.

"Renesmee Carly Cullen." I heard Emmett boom down the phone. "Where have u been?"

"Emmett, what are u talking about?"

"You would sleep through a hurricane, I tried ringing u about five times." He shouted.

"I'm at Jake's." I stuttered, trying my best to find coherent words. "My mom and dad know that, I went...