Prologue

Bella POV

Two sets of hands pressed against me. My best friend's, his were somewhat cold against my back, pressing me against the wall of an old boat house on the abandoned river side plantation. The second pair, were of the unborn child inside of me, using tiny finger tips to get my attention, it only did this when it sensed my fear, like it was protecting me.
Two weeks ago, when I agreed to this situation, I wasn't foreseeing this to happen, to be hiding in the dirt, in the dark, in complete fear of my life.

Edward clamped his hand around my mouth; I hadn't noticed how hard I was breathing until he did. It was only then that I heard the furious footsteps, the breath of curses. It spiked my adrenaline rush and sent my whole body into over drive. He was close, so very close. He must have been about a dozen metres away.

With his other hand I felt Edward pull out his pocket knife, ready for an attack…