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All Grown Up: Jacob and Renesmee Part III	By : VanessaWolfe Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 9413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and am not making any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Going Back
- 2-Important Things
- 3-Walking On Eggshells
- 4-Run
- 5-Chunky Monkey
- 6-The Evolution of a Swan
- 7-Awesome
- 8-Normal
- 9-My Girl
- 10-Sex Hair and Ice Cream
- 11-Renewal
- 12-Secrets
- 13-My Heart
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
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A/N: Hello again friends! This is a long one, so grab a snack and get settled in.
A little warning before we jump in. There are some memories of violence in this chapter, but I don’t feel any of them are graphic. Some who are sensitive to these things still might find this one difficult to read. Just so there’s no question, I’d also like to mention this chapter does not contain references to any kind of sexual abuse. Like I said, I wouldn’t call this graphic but if after reading you don’t agree and think there should be a stronger warning, I hope you’ll let me know.
Amy

I hate reality shows. They are Randy’s favorite, so we watch them all the time. I’m sure there are some that are okay, but not the ones I’ve seen! Sorry, but I don’t find people manipulating each other for money amusing. When our cable provider added a whole channel of it I realized, Hell is real! I have the privilege of sitting around and listening to Randy talk about what he would do with the prize money. His fantasy man cave that would take up our whole house has a bigger TV and more speakers every time he talks about it.
Last night, it had been more Survivor.
“Check her out,” he said, pointing at the half naked woman on the screen with the perfect body. “She’s had three kids.”
“So what?” I said.
“So, I’m just saying. You use Daisy as an excuse, but you could look hot like that if you tried.”
“Come on, Randy. She’s a trophy wife, and probably has some fancy ass personal trainer. Besides, her boobs are fake.”
“How the fuck do you know?” he argued.
“Look at what she’s wearing. Triangle bikini tops offer zero support, there’s no way they can just stay up on their own like that.”
The boobs in question were perfectly motionless as their owner ran down the beach.
“See? No movement. Fake.” I said, resting my case.
“Eh, who cares,” he said, taking another swig of beer. “I can still like looking at them.”
That had reminded me of something I hadn’t really wanted to bring up, but it was as good a time as any.
“I could really use a new bra. Maybe you could leave me some money tomorrow, and I could go to the store when Daisy is at school?”
“What do you need that for?” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Since I don’t have very many, I have to wash them more often. So now they all have holes in them.”
“You’ll be fine. Nobody sees them but me,” he said, blowing me off.
“Come on, I even found some that are on sale,” I pleaded.
”Drop it, Amy,” he warned.
“Just one!”
“Look, you’ve got a whole bunch of clothes in that garbage bag in the closet that you can’t squeeze your big ass into anymore. Don’t blame me if you don’t have anything to wear, maybe you should try fitting into those again!” he snapped.
I sat as far away from him on the couch as I could, as tears stung at my eyes.
I didn’t say a word for the rest of the show. Neither did he.
“I try and tell you not to push me,” he said when it was over. “If you could just shut up and let it go, then I wouldn’t have to say things like that!”
He stormed off to the computer room. You would think that he’d have the courtesy to at least watch porn with the volume off when he knew I didn’t like it, but no. So I went to the other side of the house to do chores, while he sat in there watching women with bodies better than mine, doing all the stuff I won’t.
I wanted to improve our sex life, but he didn’t want to try costumes or anything like that, nothing I wanted to try. He said he didn’t think I could pull off one of those little maid uniforms, but joked that if I really wanted to, I could clean the house in one.
I like to think of myself as open minded, but there is a big difference between kinky, and just plain wrong. After all that sick stuff he’s into, he won’t even kiss me! He said it’s not me, he’s been like that with all of his girlfriends and he just doesn’t like “swapping spit.” I’d get a peck once in a blue moon, when he knew I was really pissed off at him, but that’s it. French kissing was out of the question.
He’s always too hot, or says it’s too uncomfortable to cuddle with me. Sometimes I just feel lonely and wish he would hold me. He used to, if I asked, after ten minutes of boring humping that was orgasm free, for me anyway. It hurt too much when he shot me down, and literally pushed me away from him, so I just stopped asking and stayed on my own side of the bed.
I tried to improve our relationship in general, I really did. We loved each other, and as long as we had that, things could improve. I was sure of it. When I suggested we try couples therapy, he said if I wanted to go to therapy for my own problems I could go ahead.
He wouldn’t even try when it came to Daisy. I’d been really upset when we got her report card thingie. It wasn’t a “real” report card, like with grades, but it was important. It had the teachers evaluations of things like her motor skills, and social skills. Her motor skills were fine, it was her social skills that were way behind. Same with verbal skills, all of those little check marks were on the wrong side of the paper. They were so bad, the teacher actually asked me if everything was okay at home. Of course, I had to tell her everything was fine. I was so embarrassed. It was a relief when that teacher quit a few weeks later because her husband got a job out of state.
Daisy was doing stuff like if another kid took a toy she was playing with, she wouldn’t ask for it back, or tell the teacher, or even try to take it back herself. She would just scream at them. Not any actual words, just screaming. The teacher said kids do things like that because their verbal skills aren’t fully developed, and they have trouble finding the words to express themselves.
She could explain it all she wanted, I was still bothered by the mental image of my sweet girl screaming some poor kid into a corner.
I had noticed the other kids talked a lot more than she did. It was a small class so I didn’t have a lot to go on, I thought they were just more chatty.
I took the teacher’s advice. It seemed to be helping, but sometimes it was a little frustrating for us both. When Daisy brought me a naked doll and a dress, I knew what she wanted, but she had to use her words and ask me. It would be easier to just put the doll outfit on, rather than have her get upset and jump up and down when I told her she had to say it. She needed to catch up before it was time for kindergarten. I would just die if she couldn’t start school when she was supposed to because she wasn’t ready.
Randy’s solution was to laugh and say, “Maybe we should get her a helmet.”
I’d just glared at him.
“What? So she might be kinda retarded. I’ll love her anyway, but if that’s the way she is, that’s just the way she is.”
I ignored him the rest of the night. The next day while he was at work, I made my most recent attempt at leaving. I grabbed a few outfits for me, and a few for Daisy. She, Lucky and I got out of there.
Every time I leave, I’m positive it’s for good.
I only lasted for three days.
It was the same as always. Mom would remind me that nobody is perfect, and Daisy could grow up without a father like I did. I didn’t want that to happen to her. She would be like me, a lonely only child.
Since Mom lived so far away, she had no idea how bad it really was. I didn’t tell her about the time he got so angry he stomped on my foot with all of his weight, and I was on crutches for weeks. She didn’t know that last year he broke my jaw in two places. For a month and a half, all I could eat was soup and ice cream. That’s what I got for going through the checkout line at the grocery store with a male clerk. I knew Randy didn’t want me talking to other men, but there were only two lanes open. In the other one, there was some lady with like four dozen little cans of cat food. It would have taken forever, and when that happens Randy always gets upset and wants to know what took me so long. As it turns out, some store receipts have your cashiers name printed at the bottom.
Oh, Justin K. Why couldn’t you have a nice, unisex name?
It was better if Mom just didn’t know.
After that shameful, two hour drive home from Mom’s place things were actually good. We had some pretty decent make up sex, for two nights in a row which was unheard of. He took Daisy and me shoe shopping, and out to some really nice dinners. He started truly making an effort with her, and I was so happy. He was keeping all his promises. It ended though, just like it always does.
I now could feel myself drifting away from him though, and that was something I’d never felt before. There was a growing distance between us. It probably should have felt scary, but it didn’t. I was strangely okay with it.
Before I had to pick Daisy up from school, I had time for a bath, my favorite luxury. My only luxury, really. I had finished all of my chores, I deserved it! I’d made a casserole for dinner, it was in the fridge and all ready to go. I’d changed the sheets on both the beds, done three loads of laundry, and cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom.
Baths had been more enjoyable before Randy threw my CD player against the wall and I could listen to music, but at least I still had my bubbles. I picked out the rose one, and smiled as I poured a capful into the running water and let the scent fill the little room.
Usually I ignored this only mirror in the house, but once in a while I’d look in it while I was naked. I dunno why, just to torture myself I guess.
“Gross,” I muttered at my reflection.
I poked at my stomach, disgusted at where too many candy bars and my laziness had gotten me. Even though Randy was a dick about it, he was right. This is not attractive. I lifted my boobs and sucked in my gut as hard as I could. Still, no good.
I pushed it out of my mind and got in the tub, I didn’t want to waste my small amount of precious me time feeling sad. I sank down and covered myself with the bubbles. Resting my head on my awesome bath pillow that stuck to the tub with suction cups, I closed my eyes.
In my head, I saw Anthony’s kind face.
I tried not to think about him. It wasn’t really appropriate considering I was taken, but no one had ever looked at me like Anthony had. That expression on his face, I couldn’t figure it out. Why would he even bother with me?
For weeks I expected somebody from children and youth services to knock on my door and take Daisy away from me. If it wasn’t his job to care, then why? I concocted all kinds of crazy stories in my head. Like maybe he was a former criminal, out of prison and doing good deeds to make amends for all the wrongs he had done. What if he was dangerous, or some kind of freak? I had to look out for my number one, my Daisy.
I didn’t see any of that when I looked at him though, it was just difficult to believe that a perfect stranger would offer us a place to stay, rent free for as long as we wanted. There had to be a catch. Then again, he had said we could stay with him or at his grandparent’s house. If he was out to get us or something, it seemed more likely that he’d just give us a room in his own place instead of giving us a choice. Maybe we’d never even see him.
I’d really humiliated myself spilling my guts to him at the hospital like that. I didn’t even know his last name, and I was more honest with him than I’ve ever been with anybody about that stuff. It had felt good to let all of that go, it’s not like I had friends to talk with anymore. They all thought Randy was such an asshole, that they didn’t want to come around. One by one, I gradually fell out of touch with all of them until the only friend I had was him.
That feeling of humiliation gave me a reason to not want to see Anthony again, he knew the truth. He knew how pathetic I was for not having the courage to leave.
I sort of wanted to see Anthony though, and that was a problem. It wasn’t like he was interested in me. I may not have known exactly what was going on, but I knew that couldn’t be it. The guy wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole, I’m not his type. He was so good looking that there wasn’t a chance he was single anyway. He and his drop dead gorgeous chick probably went around town, finding charity cases and pitiable people who were down on their luck.
I could have stayed in the bathtub all day, but it was time to go. After I got dressed, I called for Lucky. Once in a while I’d take him with me to pick up Daisy. It was a short ride, he was always pretty good in the car, and it was so much fun for him.
“Lucky! Wanna go for a ride?”
For only having three legs, he moved pretty damn fast when he heard those magic words! That, and the sound of food being poured in his bowl.
I rolled my car window halfway down for him. What’s a car ride for a dog without the joy of the wind in your furry face? He had his fun on the way, when I pulled into the parking lot I gave him a pat on the head and told him I’d be right back.
Inside, I was glad to find Daisy quietly reading a book in the corner.
“My mommy!” she shouted, running to me.
“Hey, beautiful!”
I noticed right away she was wearing the same shirt, but different pants than the pair Randy, being Mr. Helpful for once, had dressed her in that morning. I picked her up, and held her as I talked to the teacher.
Daisy had a good day, until about an hour ago when she had an accident.
Damn. I wished I knew why she wet her pants so often. It upset the poor kid, and I was forever bringing extra clothes to school for her.
After she gave me the plastic bag with Daisy’s dirty clothes, the teacher told me how funny Randy was, how he had them all cracking up the last time he’d dropped Daisy off. I couldn’t stand it when people did that, it just killed me. He was great at fooling people. He was so charming to everybody, everybody but me. I would just smile and nod, being the only one who knew how he really was.
I was glad I had brought Lucky along, I figured Daisy could use a little cheering up.
“Guess who’s in the car?” I said as we exited the building.
Her face lit up, she knew exactly who.
At the car she jumped up and down, hitting the back window and getting Lucky all worked up.
“Lucky! Lucky!” she cried happily.
They played as I tried to strap Daisy in, which made it harder, but also pretty hilarious. When telling a kid to stop doing something while you are laughing, they probably won’t, so it took a minute. Eventually, despite all the wiggles and giggles, I managed to get her secured.
On the way home, I asked her what she did at school.
“I was whever girl!” she told me.
Everyday, one of the kids got to be the weather person and put a cardboard sun, snowflake, raindrop or whatever was appropriate up on the wall.
“Oh! That’s awesome, which one did you pick?” I asked, looking in the review mirror. She was distracted, giggling as Lucky sniffed her all over, finding out where she’d been.
“Um, sunshine!” she said.
I let her have her time with Lucky. She wasn’t going to be very happy when we got home because if she’d had an accident, that meant automatic bath time. I kept waiting for her to grow out of hating getting a bath. She just didn’t like it. From what I’d heard and read, that was a pretty normal thing. It was even worse after an accident, she thought it was a punishment and I didn’t know how to explain to her that it wasn’t.
Sure enough, she tore through the house, screaming and crying.
“No!” she screamed when I caught up with her. “Lucky’s bath!”
“Lucky does not need a bath,” I said as calmly as I could.
“No!”
“You are not in trouble, I just want you to be nice and clean,” I said, carrying her into the bathroom.
“Don’t tell Daddy!” she sobbed.
If Randy found out she had wet herself, she’d be in for a long, loud lecture about being a big girl versus being a baby. I helped her avoid them whenever humanly possible.
“I’m not going to, I promise. You know, I had a very nice bath this morning, how about I let you use some of my special bubbles? You can be just like Mommy!”
I could have offered her a pony with wings, she did not want that bath.
I squatted down and tried to undress her.
“Lift up your arms so Mommy can take off your shirt,” I told her.
She wouldn’t do it, so I took her wrists and raised her arms up in the air.
“Ow!” she cried.
“For goodness sake, Daisy. I’m hardly touching you, don’t be silly." Since I was trying to be gentle, she got away from me and hid between the toilet and the wall.
“Damn it,” I muttered.
While she was making friends with the wall, I filled the tub with water.
“You still have to take a bath,” I reminded her, sitting on the edge of the tub and testing the temperature. I added the rose scented bubbles to entice her.
“Look, this is the grown up bubble bath, but I’ll share with you.”
Usually, telling her something was for grown ups did the trick. She stood up next to the toilet.
“In my hair?” she said, patting herself on the head.
“Sure, come here,” I said, holding out a handful of bubbles.
She came closer, and I put them on top of her head. She smiled in spite of herself.
“That’s my good girl! You look great!”
“I can see it?”
I held her up so she could see herself in the mirror. She squealed and clapped her hands.
Finally, she let me undress her.
“Ow!” she said, trying to wiggle away as I peeled off her shirt. “My owies!”
“What owies?” I said.
Once her shirt was off, they were plain to see. When you’re practiced at it, it’s easy to stay in denial about things, but there was no denying the two reddish purple discolorations at the tops of her arms.
I didn’t want to, but I had to look at them closer.
“Let me see,” I murmured.
I turned her around slowly, thinking to myself, please don’t let there be any fingers. Oh God, please don’t let there be any fingers.
But there were four finger marks, and a thumb on each arm. I couldn’t even count the number of times I’d had the same hand print shaped bruises on my own arms. It was so much worse seeing them on her little ones.
It was so hard to think. I couldn’t breathe. I went on auto pilot.
As I absentmindedly bathed the rest of Daisy, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the bruises.
When did this happen? I’m pretty much an expert in bruises, I could tell they were fairly recent. Definitely less than two days old. How could I have missed it? It’s not like I ever went anywhere. When did he get so angry?
In a quick flash, the night before came back to me. Daisy wouldn’t stay in bed. She kept coming out of her room and asking for me to tell her one more story. Randy said not to, so I had to tell her no. The fourth time she came out, he got up and charged towards her room, she ran right back in when she saw him coming. I figured now she’d probably stay, so I went in the kitchen to finish the dishes. I heard him roar at her.
“Get in that fucking bed, and stay there!”
I cringed, and wished I could go in there and hug her.
“If she pulls this shit again I’m getting my tool box out, turning that doorknob around and locking her ass in there every night!” he shouted, coming into the kitchen.
I hoped he didn’t mean that, and that it was just one of those things he said when he was angry.
“You don’t need to scream at her like that,” I said, avoiding his eyes and scrubbing a pan. I jumped when he ripped it out of my hands, and sent it flying across the kitchen.
He was so upset, he was out of breath.
“Apparently I do, since you don’t know how to control that little shit! She’s just like her damn mother, doesn’t know how to do what she’s told!” he screamed in my face.
Then it happened, the wolves started up again. I was pretty sure they were wolves, I’ve never heard dogs howl like that.
Lucky went crazy. Randy ran outside and started screaming at them, even though we couldn’t see them. We never did. I’d heard wolves in the woods before, but not this close. It got so loud they sounded like they were right in the yard. I’d heard one of the neighbors saying that it was probably because when wild animals get over populated, there isn’t enough food so they start coming out of the forest.
Randy hadn’t even been in her room for thirty seconds. How could that have happened so quickly? I thought she cried because he’d yelled at her, it had sounded like she was jumping up and down. She did it all the time. My stomach lurched when I realized he had grabbed her by the arms and shook her, just like he does to me.
When that happened, I usually had an injury somewhere else too. I slowly regained some of my senses as I looked Daisy over. I checked her head especially, curving my hand around it and touching every inch to see how she reacted.
When I was satisfied there was nothing else, I lifted her out of the tub. Sitting on the edge of it, I wrapped a towel around her as she shivered.
I didn’t wanna ask, but I had to.
“Daisy? Can you tell me how you got the owies on your arms?”
She buried her face in my chest. “Owie.”
“I know, sweetie,” I said sympathetically. “I saw. How did you get them?”
“Daddy shaked me,” she whispered.
My eyes immediately overflowed with tears. I never thought he would do it. I held her as close to me as I could without hurting her even more.
“Mommy is so sorry, I’m so sorry!”
How could she ever forgive me? I had let her down. Maybe she could forgive me if I made sure it never, ever happened again.
I always told myself that I had to stay because Randy needed me, he needed my help. Daisy was the one who was truly helpless though.
This time, I wouldn’t fall for all the empty promises he would make just to get me back.
“How would you like to go somewhere, just me and you, where we can do whatever we want? We could stay up late and watch movies, and we wouldn’t have to be so quiet when we play.”
She looked at me, thinking.
“Where?” she asked.
Going to Mom’s and unloading all of this at once would just be too much for me to deal with at the moment. I was afraid she’d be disappointed in me for letting things get this bad.
“We are going to go see my friend Anthony. He’s super nice, you’ll like him a lot,” I assured her.
“He’s nice?” she repeated.
“Uh huh. He’ll be very nice to both of us. We are gonna go see him, and have a sleep over!”
I hoped if I got excited about it, she would too. It seemed to be working so far.
“I can bring Sprinkles?” she asked.
Sprinkles was a well worn stuffed monkey. I had no idea why she’d wanted to name it that, but she loved the little guy.
“Of course!”
After I got her dressed again, I told her she could bring whatever she wanted, as long as it fit in her princess backpack.
I’d been calm for about two minutes there, but once I actually started packing the panic set in. It was so hard to know what to bring.
Clothes, duh.
I wished that I had something halfway decent to wear. I put on an old Beatles shirt, and an even older pair of capri length sweat pants.
“Get over yourself, dumb ass,” I mumbled “This isn’t a date!”
By the time I felt we had everything we would need, I had worked myself into a tizzy. There wasn’t enough time to get everything, and I didn’t ever want to come back here again. I had also realized two things that were upsetting. The first was, if Randy came home early and caught us with packed bags, there would be no telling what would happen. We had to get out of there, and quickly. The second thing was that I had no idea where I was headed. How would I find the place? I have no sense of direction, not just when I’m driving. I spent my entire first week of high school studying my map of the place. I had wanted to die each time I was late for a class and everybody looked at me like I was an idiot.
I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. This is really it. If I call Anthony, I will have to leave because if I stayed Randy would find out. He looked at my phone calls and text messages at least every other day, even though there was never anyone I talked to but him. I reminded myself that we had to go either way, so that didn’t matter now. If I could help it, I’d never let Randy see her again.
If I had Anthony’s cell phone I probably would have just texted him, but he’d given me his home number. I hoped he was there.
“No going back now,” I muttered to myself as I dialed. I hadn’t needed to go find his number, I’d had it memorized since he gave it to me.
It surprised me when he answered on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Um, hi. Anthony?”
“Yeah. Amy?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said, and burst into tears again.
“I’ll come and get you,” he said quickly. “Do you want me to come get you?”
“Yes,” I answered, just as quickly.
“I’ll be right there. I’m really glad you called.” I could hear him moving around his house, and I wondered what it looked like. “I’m gonna leave right now.”
After we hung up the phone, not a minute later it went off in my hand and startled me.
just wanted u to have my cell # too. c u soon
I saved it in my phone as AJ, I was shaking too much to type out his entire name. When I looked up, I saw Daisy watching me from the doorway.
“Come here,” I told her.
I felt so bad for her, that I just wanted to crumble when I looked at her, but I couldn’t.
She trotted over to me, wearing her princess backpack containing everything that was important to her, and I opened my arms.
“I love you very much, more than anything.”
“Love you, Mommy.”
“It’s all good...” I waited for her to finish.
“In the hood!” she exclaimed.
“Right. We are gonna have a great sleep over tonight.”
Living there permanently sounded a little overwhelming to me. I knew it would to her as well, so I decided to keep calling it that.
“With Lucky, too?” she asked hopefully.
“Yup!”
I couldn’t remember if Anthony had said that was okay, but I felt like it probably would be.
I could have said so much more, but I kept my note simple. He didn't really deserve an explination.
Randy,
I saw Daisy’s arms, we will not be back so don’t waste your time. Move on with your life, that’s what we’ll be doing. We are not at my mom’s, so do not bother her.
Amy
Knowing him, he probably would anyway.
The three of us stood at the window, and waited quietly together.

A/N: Before you guys start cursing my name, I easily could have split this whole thing into two! It had to end somewhere lol. At least her decision has been made, and the wheels have been set into motion. You know Anthony will get there in record time. Zoom zoom!
There will be an update next week for sure. I know I keep saying this, but after that I really will have to go down to every other week.
Glad you made it through this chapter. Parts were a little hard to write, so I’m sure it was a little hard to read. I’d like to point out one thing in this chapter that is the best advice I’ve ever read, on how to support a friend going through something like this. I know it can be really hard to stay friends, there are difficult conversations and upsetting things you might wish you didn’t know. It may seem like a good idea to just let the friendship taper off, just talk once in a while, and tell yourself you can pick up with your friend again once this whole thing is over. If everyone does that, the only person she will have left is him. That’s such a scary thought. With zero support system, the chances of her having the strength to leave drop greatly. You don’t have to try and be the big hero. Even though it’s hard, sometimes all you have to do is listen and remind your friend how wonderful she is.
Now we’ll be able to get to know Amy as a person, and I am really excited for that! I hope you guys are, too. There are good things coming, the bad these two have gone through are going to make those times even better.
Til next time, be safe!
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