Authors Warning: Before you read this story know it contains aspects that may upset some people. This story contains incest, grief, depression, unhealthy dependence, sexial situations and so on. This is the story of two damaged people, one with a chance to heal who is unknowingly damaged by the grief of the other causing healing to be impossible for the both of them. This is the story of two people, a father and daughter with a dangerous dependence on each other. Their unhelthy relationship causes them to rely completely on each other and in turn they become everything to each other, family, friend, lover, their relationship is unhealthy and damaging to them both but is portrayed in a positive light. This is a love story between a father and daughter and the happy ending will be their relationship.

If you are not comfortable with any aspect of this story, do not read it. I in no way condone incest or any other unhealthy aspect of this story but if it botheres you, there is a small X at the top of the page, if not, I hope you enjoy this story.

October 18th 2006

I couldn't think.

It's like my brain just shut down.

I remember the screaming.

I remember the blood.

And then she was gone.

My Bella.

And she was gone.

I remember holding her.

I remember how she cried in my arms, wondering what was wrong with her mother. She didn't even know the word yet, but she knew Bella was her mother, and she knew she was dead.

I still remember Bella's last words. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen." She had chocked out with her last breath. My wife, my Bella, is dead.

Everything was a blur from the moment it began. For hours afterwards I felt as though I were walking through a dream. All I knew was Renesmee. I held her warm body to my chest and I just couldn't let her go. I had tried to hate her, to blame her for this. But the second I heard the complete purity of her thoughts I knew I could do nothing but love her. She is all I have left.

My Renesmee.

My baby.

My whole world.

My everything.

I hated that I had brought her into the world like this. All she had ever known was death. She never knew her mother, yet she loved her with all her heart. My baby girl was not fifteen seconds old when her heart shattered, just like mine. I guess now we match.

I have this vague recollection of Jacob leaving. He told the others not to fight, that I remember. He was grieving too, but he couldn't bring himself to fight. I looked at his face as he left and he looked so tired, so beaten down. He looked like I felt.

I wanted it all to end, I wasn't even aware of where I was, what I was doing. I held Renesmee close. I bathed her. I dressed her. I fed her. All the while I was just going through the motions, not even knowing what I was doing. I was barely coherent.

I just felt dead inside. All I knew was I had to care for Renesmee. She needed me, and I needed her.

Authors Note: In no way do I approve of incest, but I just had to write this story. There is a warning at the top, if you have read this far I am assuming you are okay with what you have been warned will happen. Some chapters will be increadibly short, some as long as one sentence, but the story will update very fast. I welcome possitive reviews and constructive critisism, abuse will be reported.

~SophieAngel69