Cynddylans marble face was pinching into a grimace. His, now, burgundy eyes were all sad and in them held…quilt? He missed his sister, my brain told me. I never have had a brother یا sister, and never will. If I ever had one, it would bring me into great sadness, if we didn’t live together, یا love each other. Cynddylan obviously wanted his sister back. “Do آپ miss her?” I کہا in a very quiet whisper. He just looked up, his eyes no longer sad, and said, “Question me.” I was annoyed that he didn’t answer and that he changed the subject, but I did what he said. “Right, so if we are working together, I need to ask آپ these questions.” He just nodded. “Promise آپ won’t use that…influence power thing on me,”
“I promise.”
“Promise آپ won’t kiss me again,”
“I promise.”
“Can I trust you?”
“Come on lets go.”
My headache was getting worse and my stomach turned inside me. I felt sick and dizzy. That answer meant that I couldn’t trust him, but I did. Why? “Come on.” Cynddylan sighed patiently. I sat up from my pillow. It fell to the wooden floor and I went down to get it but Cynddylan was faster, and that’s when the worst thing in the world happened. As he bent down to get the fluffy pillow, the feeling of nausea doubled and vomit exploded out of my mouth. Cynddylan stood up, disgust in his expression. “UGH! UGH! YUCK!”
I gasped, and failed to suppress a hysteric laugh,
“I am so, so, sorry!” I apologized, trying to block out the laughter, in my voice, his inhaled deeply, I think he took the anger with it too; he was being very patient, مزید patient that would be if someone vomited over my head… “Go clean yourself up…” I said. He walked out into the bathroom; I decided to clean my sick up. Somebody had to do it. Cynddylan walked into the room, his expression was neutral, and his brown hair was now darkened, and still dripping onto his shirt. I realised a moment later he wanted me to go, so I did, he followed me out the room. I wondered where and why he wanted to go anywhere. We walked in silence, I searched for a subject to talk about, anything, but it was as if my brain was on strike, I sensed Cynddylan stiffened, then a rich, dazzling perfume invaded my nostrils. Fear flashed through me, followed سے طرف کی something that felt like betrayal. My mind began to put pieces together; no answer to if I can trust him, then the sudden walk… it’s a trap. It WAS a deadly game after all...
“Hello Nessie.” A voice said, soft, elegant, and grim, “ Thank آپ Cynddylan for bringing her here…” she said, my eyes tore away from Cornelia, and swept to Cynddylan. The strong betrayal feeling was stronger now, my eyes bore into Cynddylan’s, I was surprised to feel my eyes well up with tears, of anger. My vision blurred.
“How could you?” I whispered fiercely, my voice faltering.
“I didn’t…” he کہا softly, pleadingly.
“Oh yeah? Well to me it just seems too convenient!” I کہا bitterly, all sympathy I felt for him, just evaporated.
“I’m sorry.”
“This is just a game to آپ isn’t it?” I said, ignoring his گزشتہ statement.
“Renesmee… I’m sorry, I know what it must look like, but, believe me, this shouldn’t of happened! I-i…” he pleaded hopelessly, I looked away. Trying to ignore him, but, somehow, I wanted to give in, I knew he wouldn’t lie to me, but my instincts, prevented from me feeling forgivingness.
“Renesmee!” I looked at him then I realised that he didn’t say it, he was look behind Cornelia, I followed his gaze, and then… all the anger was just dissolved and was replaced سے طرف کی joy, a huge brown dog, appeared, سے طرف کی my side. Then lunged on Cynddylan
“NO!” I screamed, all my anger at him was forgotten both of the looked at me, Jacob morphed into human form,
“What!?” Jacob asked impatiently, “he almost killed آپ –your family… us.” He protested,
“Yes well… he saved my life…” I reasoned – which may have decided Cynddylan’s fate.
“WHAT!” he glared at Cynddylan, then me.
“…Twice!” I added, he led Cynddylan down, aggressively. Then I remembered, that he thought that it was Cynddylan who kidnapped me again.