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Chapter 1: Life's Obstacles

Nessie's POV

I started to nod off in the back of the car. It had been a long day and an even longer trip. My dog, a Saint Bernard by the name of Cookie, had her head in my lap and was snoring peacefully. Lucky girl.

I closed my eyes and for some reason I started thinking about my life. My seriously screwed up life. Let me start at the beginning.

My name is Renesmee Carlie King-Evenson. King-Evenson is a hyphenation of my mother's and father's last names. Rather then give up her last name my mother decided just to hypenate. Sometimes I hated her decision to keep her last name. I mean Renesmee Carlie King-Evenson is a ridiculously long name.

Edward and Bella Cullen are my real parents. I'm not supposed to know that though. A long time ago when the Volturi threatened my family and I my parents thought I would be safer if I grew up with someone else.

After a lot of searching they found a witch. Who knew that witches even existed in the first place? Well the witch turned me human and erased my memory. So everyone thinks anyway. She successfully turned me human but failed to erase my memory.

I pretended that my memory was gone. I'm pretty sure that my dad knew the truth but that was it. If he did he never told anyone. Anyway after that they took me to an orphanage in another state and left me there. Once they were gone I cried. It was the saddest thing that had ever happened to me.

Well I was quickly adopted by a new family. It didn't take long for me to grow to love my new family. Shortly after that my brother Royce V and Anne were born.

Life was good to us for a very long time. Then it all started to change when my parents died in a car accident one year ago. That was the hardest thing that I have ever lived through, but little did I know that was only beginning of the hardships that life had in store for me.

We moved in with our father Royce King III. We all loved him dearly. He was the greatest, well one of the greatest, grandfathers that we could ever ask for. My other grandfather, Charles Evenson Jr., is equally as great. You know what's interesting is that both of my grandparents only grew up with one parent. Grandpa Royce's father was brutally murdered back in the 1930s a few months before my grandfather was even born. No one ever figured out what happened to him. It's a mystery to this day. As for grandpa Charles, well his mother committed suicide soon after giving birth to him because she thought he died. My great grandfather didn't even know of his son's existence at first.

I sighed and rubbed my stomach softly. I was pregnant. I was gang raped a month ago and ended up pregnant as a result. I knew because I skipped a period and took a home pregnancy test to be sure.

I still haven't told anyone. Mainly for two reasons. Number one is that my brother was just diagnosed with leukemia a few months ago and it's terminal. I didn't say anything because he was more important right now. My needs came second to his. I didn't need to bother my family with my problems. My brother was more important.

Second, my grandfather would lose it if he found out about the rape. Grandpa Royce was the type of man that believed all women deserved to be treated with same respect, rights, and dignity that men commanded. He was a huge supporter of women equality. I can't even imagine how he'd react if he found out that men had violated his own granddaughter. He'd want to go kill the men himself.

So yeah, this is something that I definitely needed to keep quiet about for now.

With that final thought sleep finally overcame me.

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