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Chapter One BPOV
"I knew this was a mistake," I mutter, trying once again to look out my windshield through the rain pounding down on it. Why I let my father talk me into this is beyond me. I was driving down to Forks for the weekend to spend some quality time with Charlie, and it already was starting off badly. I mean, I know I'm accident prone but come on! The roads started getting worse to drive on and I could barely see.
Before I knew it, headlights flashed straight into my eyes, blinding me for a few seconds. Yet, that was all it took to make me swerve off the road into the embankment. I tried slamming on my brakes, but it was too late, and I hit a tree head on. When I awoke sometime later, it was to a throbbing headache. I look out my windshield to see the front of my truck completely bent around the trunk of the tree.
I let out a breath I didn't realized I was holding and thanked my lucky stars. "At least it stopped raining," I said to myself. I grabbed my cell phone, hoping to find some signal….and there was none. "Of course. Just my luck," I said bitterly. I reached over to my glove box and pulled it open to grab my flashlight. After some trouble with my door, I hopped out of my truck, hoping the damage wasn't too bad. I walked to the front of the car, turning the flashlight onto the hood of my truck. It didn't look too bad, but it would cost quite a bit to be repaired.
I sighed. Better get walking, Swan, I thought to myself. I turned around to the embankment and tried climbing up it but because of the rain, it was slick. After a few more tries, I decided to see if I could find some signal to call Charlie. I started walking through the trees, not hearing much, but that was almost as bad as hearing creepy sounds. I kept flashing the light all over the place, trying to keep calm. And I was failing, terribly.
After walking for hours it seemed, I started to see a light up ahead of me. "Oh thank God," I said, breathless. I started walking faster, hoping it was a house with a phone. When I reached the light, my jaw dropped. There, in the middle of the woods, was a gigantic Victorian style mansion. Why would someone build a house out here I thought. I walked up onto the porch to the front door. I knocked on the door, praying that someone was home.
The door opened to reveal a petite woman that looked like she belonged in the fifties. The way she dressed and kept herself screamed fifties house-wife. She looked shocked to see me out on her front porch. "Are you alright, dear?" she asked me. "I'm fine, but I was in a car accident just up by the road. I was wondering if you had a phone I could use to call my father?"
"Sure. Come on in. And maybe my husband should look you over. You seem to have a nasty cut on your forehead." She ushered me inside, and I felt near my eyebrow, pulling back to see my fingers with blood on them. Well, that explains the headache. I knew I should look away from the blood, but it was already too late.
The next thing I knew I was lying on a couch with a man looking over me, but I was still too dizzy to wake up fully and ended passing out again.
