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I stared Axel, my bodyguard, down, narrowing my eyes at him. He stared determinedly back. He wasn't budging. I sighed.
"I'll be fine. Why the hell do I have to stay with them anyway? Daddy said the threat was against Helen not me!"
This was my fifth attempt in three hours since id heard the news to dissuade him. My model step mom Helen had a stalker. Just because said stalker happened to mention me in one of the many sick and twisted letters he sent her Daddy was completely overreacting. He was sending me half way across America to live with some old friends of his, the Cullens. In the middle of summer vacation. I already despised them.
Safety reasons, he said. Safety my ass, he'd probably heard about my latest breach of curfew from the guard at the gate and wanted to teach me a lesson.
So three hours ago, Helen had burst into my room and told me the news, I was going to Forks. Hence the four Louis Vuitton suitcases at my feet and my piss poor mood.
"Bells, he threatened to gut you and leave your insides on the gate." I blanched. Okay, so maybe the stalker had done slightly more than mention me.
"Ok but why do you think I'll be any safer there? Here I have Helen and Daddy and you and James and Henry and Chris." I said, naming my other three bodyguards.
"Look we just need to get you out of the area for a while. Six months tops. So stop being a brat and pull yourself together, the limos here. This is not up for discussion any longer" with that Axel walked out.
I was fuming. SIX MONTHS!?
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