Hi everyone. I needed a new project so I just wrote this quickly. I could develop it, or not. Just depends on how I feel. I had this story come into my head and wanted to write it down. It's been a bad week so I took my anger out on Bella--Don't be mad Bella! I'd trade places with you if it meant that I could have the Hot Edward Cullen kiss me the way he kisses you. Swoons. ha
please read and review.
Savior
Where am I? I thought as I opened my eyes to darkness. I could feel the cloth on my eyes and knew that I was blindfolded; it didn't stop the need to open my eyes and try to spot around.
All I saw was darkness.
I instantly tried to bring my hands up to my face to tear the layer off and throw it down. But I was constricted; my hands were bound together and behind me. I was sitting in a metal chair and my legs were also bound together. I wriggled and strained myself, trying to break free from the imprisonment. Panic rose in my throat, my tongue became heavy in my mouth and I could feel the hair on my neck stand.
I was in trouble.
I felt the searing pain in my head at that instant. It started at the base of my neck, a small tingling feelings then working up to a horrific, macabre pain on the crown of my head. It was like a tree; its branches webbed out all over my head surrounding my head with pain; but it was the worse at the top of my head. I tried to wriggle my hands loose so I could assess the damage, forgetting the bindings I was being held captive in. I tried to move my leg and felt the growing pain in my leg, I couldn't move without a shooting stab of pain sprint up my leg. It was no doubt broken, I hissed in surprise and injury.
Focus, Bella, I thought to myself. I needed to figure out what was going on, where I was, and what had happened to whined me up in an uncomfortable, damp chair, legs and hands bound, blindfolded and a deep gash in my head.
I thought back from the last thing I could remember; it was all fuzzy. I remember being in Port Angeles…with Angela and Jessica…a dress shop…then a bookstore? My mind went to work at the puzzle in my head, working out the kinks and missing fragments until my head hurt even worse. I remembered heading up to Port Angeles to go dress shopping with Jessica and Angela…for Mike? Yes, Mike and Jessica were going together, Jessica was so excited for it, but she didn't need to know that I had shut down Mike so that he could have said yes to her, it was the least I could do for her since she had been my first friend here and that I wasn't interested in Mike Newton. We were looking at dresses and I decided to go to a bookstore and catch up with them at dinner….then what happened? I was walking out of the bookstore after purchasing a couple of my favorites I had lost in the move to Forks and when I came out… Another hiss escaped my mouth as water dripped onto my open wound. When I came out I walked down an alley for a shortcut to the restaurant. I remember being followed…I was about to run…and then something hard hit my head. So that's how that got there, now onto where I am.
I tried rotating my body around, clenching my hands that were behind me, trying to break free. I bit my lip, digging into the skin to stop from the pain I was engulfed in. I tried not to yell out; afraid that someone would hear me and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. My body ached in being in the same position for quite a while. I tried whipping my head back and forth, trying not to cry out from my head gasping with pain, hoping the blindfold would fall and I could finally see my surroundings.
It was cold, that I knew. I shivered from the eerie, damp basement that I was in. It was too cold to be anything else; maybe even a warehouse or a shack. No normal human being would have a basement so cold, wet, and silent. I realized that this wasn't the work of a normal human being; this was the doings of some creepy, perverted, twisted freak.
I crept my feet around, inching slowly as not to injure my leg any more, holding perfectly still so I would not make a loud noise. I felt nothing but concrete my feet. I knew no place that fit this description. I hope I'm still in Port Angeles, I thought to myself as I heard footsteps clamber towards me.
My body tensed and my heart started to race. Is this the end? My thoughts were a jumble as I tried to form a coherent thought as my body was lifted from the chair and placed over someone's shoulder with a grunt. It was a man and I could smell the alcohol reek off of him, I held my breath in protest, my eyes watering from the pungent fumes that were seeping underneath the layer over my eyes. I started to thrash around, not knowing what I wanted to accomplish. I knew that I wouldn't go down with a fight, in fact, that was what I was about to do in the alley before I was attacked.
The burly shoulder tightened and his arm gripped me with more force, pressing more force onto my broken leg. I shouted out in pain, sobs breaking from my chest, dry heaving from my dehydration. Had it been that long since I had had water?
"Let me go," I cried out. At that moment, I was dropped to the hard, cement floor; landing on my broken leg. I screamed in agony from the heat of the pain rolling over my body. My body curled in a ball instinctively, trying to hide myself from whatever monster was nearby.
I heard a few men stifling laughs, their voices sending shivers down my back. I heard the unzipping of pants as one stepped forward, my body locked in realization, my legs indenting on one another. I could sense that he was standing over me; I felt the distant edges of his boots on either side of me. He bent down, and then his knees touched my sides as I realized he was kneeling over me. I felt his hand on my cheek, I jerked away from the touch. He caught me by the chin, jerking me to face him and brought his other hand to rub my face. His hands were dirty; I could smell the oil that was left on my skin from his touch. His fingers smeared over my lips, cheeks, and nose. His hand left my face and started down my body: first to my throat, his nails trailing along the thin skin there; then onto my breasts, he squeezed, fondled, and rubbed the mounds; I screamed in protest; using all my energy to move away from him, but it did no good. He put his weight on me, pinning me down on the ground; my arms still behind me, digging into the floor, my leg being pressed by his weight and causing unbearable pain. I bit my lip trying not to let him see any sign of pain; I didn't want to show him the affect he was having on me.
He started unbuttoning my pants and I wriggled from his grasp; he held on to me tighter, pressing into my hipbone firmly. Soon my pants were ripped off and my underwear was being savagely torn off also; I let out a bloodcurdling scream and he clamped his head over my mouth to conceal my screams and I sank my teeth into flesh, he whipped his hand off and shook off the nip. He brought back his hand and slapped me with the force of what felt like a semi truck.
My face fell to the side, feeling the red imprint of his hand still etched into my skin. The tears started at the corners of my eyes, I tried to blink them away but they were already flowing out of my sockets at momentous speed. I heard the snicker of the man who was now back on top of me. He ripped open my shirt to reveal my bra, which was discarded just as quickly. I whimpered terrified. The man ran his greasy hand over me and I could feel his erection at my opening. I felt the vomit rise in my throat, the anger rise as each tear overflowed my eyes.
He thrust into me, breaking all my barriers, I cried out in pain not caring whether he saw or not. I was bare to the World; I had nothing left but to cry. Dry sobs broke out of my chest, making my body shake with fury, disgust, and anguish. My leg was on fire from his weight, my head throbbing with steady beat of pain, I felt like someone was pounding a drum in my skull, and my insides were torn bluntly; I felt nothing but pain, encircled in it, encompassed in it.
He thrust again and I cried out once more; I was no longer silent, I was crying out in pain, praying to God he'd take my life then and there. I had never felt more alone than at that moment. The men laughed at my torture, scoffed even.
After a few more moments, the monster on top of me was done and I felt relieved until I heard him whisper into my ear, "We will all enjoy you, kitten." His breath was sickening, his voice made me quiver, and his touch made me cringe. His weight was released off of me and my leg instantly felt better. I felt a cool liquid run down on to my lip; I placed my tongue up to see the damage, my nose was bleeding from the slap I had received. I choked out another sob with a waterfall of salty tears as I realized what this man meant: they would all have their turns.
I heard the footsteps come closer and knew what was coming; he pressed his hands on my shoulders to steady himself, using one hand to unzip himself, and then he too broke inside of me. My insides still raw ached in pain. The painful fire erupted once more, sending me into my own personal hell. I bit my lip, coughing out a few more sobs until there was nothing more to give. These monsters had taken everything; I was numb now.
The men all took their turns in ravaging upon me; I had tried a few more times to get away but it had all ended with some sort of violence. I was sure I had a black eye, a fat lip, a bloody nose, and numerous bruising all over my body, majorly on my breasts from all the groping and throbbing. When the men had finally taken all they had wanted from me, they shoved my jeans on without any underwear and thrust my shirt back on with no bra. I coiled into a ball as I heard footsteps approach me. A moment later I was back over the shoulder of the one who had carried me in, flopping up and down on him as he took me somewhere else. My whole body tensed with the wrenching pain every time I bounced up and down on the burly shoulder.
I was thrown back down on another cement floor, praying I was alone. I wiggled around until I found I was in the corner, screaming in pain as I positioned my sore body into a comfortable position, which more or less meant I was comfortable for less than two minutes. I broke out crying even more, sobbing from the horrific situation I was in. Would I ever get out alive? Would I ever see my father again? Would I ever lead a normal life again? The answer always came to one option: no.
I laid there for what seemed like days, but probably more like hours as I waited for my doom. No doubt I was not done with or they would have surely killed me now. I tried to get as much as sleep as I could, trying to rest my body and reenergize anything I could. My eyes were still covered, my legs still bound, and my hands tied behind my back. The crying never stopped, just the sound of the sobs began to mute, but my eyes were an endless stream of tears.
I heard a door open and footsteps quietly come in, I whimpered in fright. The footsteps came closer and stopped beside me. I felt a cold hand on me and I cringed away from it; it was only here to bring me harm. I felt his hands run under my body and lift me to his chest. His chest was solid, but comforting in a queer way; I felt safe in his arms. I scowled at myself for even thinking a thought like that. This man was probably going to finish the job and I was feeling safe with him, pathetic, Bella, I thought to myself. I knew that this was my last waking moment and I wouldn't go down without a fight. I mustered up all the energy and courage I could and started flailing around, trying to break out of his grasp.
"Let me go!" I screamed. His grip became firmer.
"Sh! I'm here to save you!" he whispered sternly into my ear. What? Had I heard right?
"What?" I asked flabbergasted. I was shocked that there was an ounce of hope left for me.
"I'm an agent on a special assignment, I stumbled upon you and I'm trying to get you out without drawing much attention to us. Now if you don't be quiet, you'll be in much worse shape than you already are in." I shut up at that instant, not wanting to make us stand out. He carried me for awhile, walking every direction known to man until he stopped abruptly. I craned my neck instinctively to see what our blockade was, knowing perfectly well that I was still blindfolded.
"What do you think you are doing?" I heard the same man who referred to me as "kitten" ask.
"Restoring justice," My hero said seriously. I turned my head back into his chest, not knowing if we were going to live or die, but I felt safe in his arms.
"That there girl is ours," the snake said.
"She belongs to no one," My hero replied bravely.
"Says you and what army?" The man said hoarsely, barking a laugh. I heard other laughter erupting and knew that it was us against more than one man. Those odds weren't in our favor and I could feel the tears well up in disappointment in getting my hopes up.
I felt my hero place me on the ground and I knew he was surrendering. My body took over and instinctively curled into a ball at his feet.
"You don't know who you are dealing with," the monster said.
"Either do you," My hero said. I heard a fast whoosh and then bullet shots going across the room, thundering and ricocheting off the walls and into my eardrums. After many shouting, screams, and then one last thing: silence. I thought about if both parties had lost then I was back to square root: alone and no way of getting out.
My nerves were just about to shoot up and start panicking when I felt my hero's hands placed back underneath me and picked me back up to cradle me to his chest.
"Are you okay?" He spoke to me. I nodded in his chest, inhaling his scent. I could smell the blood and it made my mind jumble and my stomach rise.
"Have you been shot?" I asked quizzically.
"That is your blood," he spoke quickly. We were on the move again and walking quickly. I held on tighter, hoping that my strength wouldn't give out. I could feel myself losing consciousness but I wanted to stay alert in case something bad happened.
"We're almost there," he said answering my unspoken question. I smelt the fresh air before I felt it and I longed to open my eyes and see the kind world; something I had not seen in what seemed like forever.
My hero set me down on my feet, holding my waist to support me, I winced as I balanced on one leg to prevent further damage to my broken on. He untied my bonds and I stretched my muscles, feeling the tenderness and soreness that was overtaking my joints. My savior's hands guided up from my wrist up to my elbow, to my shoulder, to the base of my neck, to my ear, to my blindfold's knot and began to untie.
The light was blinding as the black cloth was taken off of me, I put my hands up to shield my eyes from the ultraviolet rays. The sun burned my eyes, stung my senses, and warmed my shivering body. I looked around my surroundings, taking in the forest that I was now standing in. I turned to look over my shoulder at the building that I had just exited and it was a cement block with two windows. I looked at it in confusion; who would build a place like this? I heard a throat clear and snapped my head around to see my hero stare at me with a careful stare. His eyes were dark, pulling me in and tantalizing me. His face was statuesque, marble-like and porcelain-looking. He was very good-looking and seemed to be my age, maybe older.
"How do you feel?" he asked hesitantly.
"Like I just got the living crap kicked out of me," I answered honestly. His brows furrowed and his lips pursed, he looked like he was trying to decipher something. I was attracted to him but I did not think too much of it for the pain that was swelling on every inch of my body.
"Let's get you out of here," he suggested. He picked me up without hesitation, not even hurting me at all in the process, and began to carry me through the woods to a clearing where a silver Volvo sat. He took out a clicker from his pocket, pressed a button, and then opened the back seat passenger door and slid me in. I lied on the back seat waiting for him to get in and as soon as he was, he peeled away from the dangerous setting I was growing accustomed to.
"You should sleep," he said quietly. I didn't argue, instead I closed my eyes and drifted off into the first peaceful sleep I had had in what felt like years.
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I woke up sometime early morning, for the sun was just rising and peeking through the curtains that were protruding on the bed. I sat up and took in my surroundings; I was in some sort of hotel room. A TV was in front of me on a dresser, a desk in the corner, a chair in the other, facing me. I placed the covers off of me and rotated my legs down to the edge of the bed and placed them lightly on the floor. I stood on one foot and felt even sorer, especially in my lower abdomen. Tears started to pour out of my eyes as it hit what had happened to me.
I was brutally attacked, raped, and beaten.
If not for my hero, I would be lying dead on the pavement in the middle of a forest. My head felt woozy from the realization and I turned my body towards the mirror on the side of me. I sighed and then took a look at my appearance. My hair was messy, my clothes tattered and torn, dirt covering every inch, I had bruises everywhere; my eye was black and swollen, my lips having a few cuts on them. I lifted my shaking hand up and placed it on the crown of my head, feeling the scabbing gash, it was about as big as a half dollar and hurt when I touched it. My cheeks were flushed with exhaustion and my eyes were drooping with anxiety.
I heard a door shut and footprints approaching and quickly turned around to assess my attacker, but I had turned too quickly and let out a cry of pain from the pressure on my broken leg. My hero came quickly and picked me up, laying me back on the bed, and then looking at my leg.
"Stupid girl, you shouldn't move it, you'll do even more damage," he spoke harshly.
"It hurts," I whimpered, choking back the tears that were starting to surface. He had stopped looking at my leg and now had one arm on the side of my waist as the other was on the other side by my waist. He was leaning down and looking at me, I felt insecure and could feel the blush sneak up, he was checking the damage on my face; I must have looked horrible to him. I had even wanted to cringe away from my face when I saw it.
"You look better," he said softly.
"I feel better," I answered honestly.
"I need to…well you see…I need to check…" he said awkwardly, I gave him a confused look and he cleared his throat before continuing. "I need to check your body for all of the damage."
"Oh," I stated. "Oh." I realized what this meant and I already felt the tears beginning to drip down my face as another man got to see me naked, not because I wanted him to see me naked but because of something out of my control.
"If you feel uncomfortable at any time, you tell me to stop and I will," he said boldly, wiping a tear from my cheek away and placing my hair behind my ear. I nodded in agreement and he stood up to give me some room. "Sit up and we'll start with your head and shoulders." I followed his instructions and sat straight as he placed his hands on my neck. I winced at the pressure on the bruising and he relaxed his hands a little.
He ran his hands up my throat into my hair, checking every surface of my skull. "A few bruises on the neck and throat," he spoke to himself. "A deep gash on head; will need staples." I winced at both the statement and the pressure on my head.
"Now we'll do the chest and stomach," he spoke softly. My eyes lowered and I sighed. I began rising my shirt and hissed at the soreness. My hero helped the shirt off and laid it on the bed. "Lay down, please." I laid down and looked up at the ceiling as he leaned over me and ran his fingers over my stomach.
"No abrasions on the stomach," he sighed as he moved upward. "You okay?" I nodded and he continued his hands until they were placed on my breasts. His touch had sent a jolt down my body, it was nothing like I had gotten from the men who had taken advantage of me which was filled with despise and resentment, but this was filled with excitement and lust. I ignored the thought as he pressed the firm mounds. I winced once more as he pressed on a tender area.
"Minor bruises on the…chest," he whispered quietly. I was getting irritated at the awkward silence between us so I started up a conversation.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Agent 546," he stated simply.
"Did your mother decide that, or was it your father?"
"That is the only name you need to know," he stated simply.
"Ouch," I hissed.
"Sorry, but the less you know, the better."
"I was talking about the pressure you're placing on my ribcage," I snorted.
"Oh, right," he noted. He released his hand and then stood upright. "We're going to need to check your lower…half now."
"Do we have to?" I asked sadly.
"It'll be better if we see how badly you are bruised up, and then we can heal you faster."
"Fine," I mumbled. He reached for my pants to unbutton them but I waved his hands away and did it myself. He helped me bring the dark jeans down and off my body. I was now laying naked on the bed while Edward started at my feet and worked his way up.
"Cold hands," I gasped. I hadn't noticed before but on my feet they were icicles. He mumbled an apology and continued to feel around my flesh.
"Why didn't you just take me home—that way you don't have to deal with me," I offered.
"Do you always refer to yourself as something unimportant?" He noted.
"Do you always avoid the question?" I retorted.
"Touché," he responded. He was at my knee, rubbing the hard bone and I screamed out in pain.
"Broken leg," he noted.
"Oh really? Thank you Captain Obvious," I snapped. He ignored my remark and moved up to my thigh, I could feel a fire burn in between my thighs, so different from a painful flame, more like a warm, dazzling fire. His cold hands gripped my thighs firmly, pressing to feel any injuries. He sighed and I followed him, we both knew what was coming up.
"Are you ready?" He asked politely.
"Are you even skilled for this?" I asked still hurting from my broken leg.
"I have a medical degree," he noted. He gently pulled my legs apart and his fingers brushed against my sex.
"How did you become that?" I asked trying to ignore the dull pain from my lower abdomen. Agent 546 snapped his head to me and growled furiously.
"These men raped you?" he was fuming now and I had the urge to curl into my ball. He could tell from my unresponsive mouth that he was not incorrect. He was heaving with anger; he turned away from me and stomped to the desk, within a moment all the items on the desk were on the floor thanks to a swooping Agent.
He turned back to my frightened face; I was scrambling underneath the sheets, trying to hide from him when his face softened.
"No, no, no, you don't understand," he began as he walked over and sat on the bed. "I'm not mad at you; I shouldn't have erupted like that. I have an anger problem; it's always getting me into trouble. You just have to pardon me sometimes." He smiled apologetically at me and I gave him a meek smile in return.
"Let's just continue this later," he added. I nodded thankfully. "But you do need to take a shower, yes?" I nodded again and Agent 546 picked me up, wrapped in a comforter and carried me into the bathroom. My hands were around his neck firmly as his hands grasped me tightly. I could tell he was still angry from the idea of those monsters raping me. It was comforting to know that he cared.
He placed me on my foot, leaned up against the counter, as he turned on the shower and placed towels on the toilet. He turned back to me and said, "When you are done, there will be clothes for you on the counter. Put them on and then shout for me and I'll carry you back to bed." I nodded understanding. He turned to leave and then quickly shut the door while I hobbled to the shower, threw the comforter off and stepped in.
The warm water felt nice against my skin, relieving the stress and rejuvenating my senses. I started with my hair, taking extra care not to rub against the crown of my head but still thoroughly clean my hair. After conditioning, I started on my body, taking the soap and cleaning up the cuts and bruises as best I could. When the water began to come out cool, I shut the water off and hopped out. I grabbed the towels and wiped my body off of any water. I dressed quickly, realizing I was in a cotton shirt and sweatpants. I sighed in relief when I was the underwear and bra sitting on the counter. The bra fit perfectly, if not better than my ones at home, and I started to wonder how he'd known.
I waved off the thought as I called Agent back in. He came in a hurry and picked me up gently, carrying me back to the bed. "You smell nice," he noted.
"Thank you," I stated.
"You're very welcome," he said politely as he laid me down on the bed. "We should take care of those injuries now." I groaned and he grabbed a black bag off the table and brought it to the bed. "Be very still," he ordered. I followed as best I could and before I knew it, I could feel the light pulling of the needle and thread in my head. "I don't have staples so stitches will work just as well. You can have them removed in a month."
After the stitches came the disinfectant ointment and Band-Aids; Agent came me an ice pack to put over my eye and the cool surface felt nice against my throbbing eyelid. He handed me a pill and a glass of water and I had a pretty good idea what it was; there was no tiny "aspirin" embedded on it and I grasped the concept of this being the "morning-after" pill. I swallowed the pill dryly and then gulped down the water. Had I ever been so thirsty?
"All better," he said simply, placing his utensils back in his black bag and putting it back on the table "We should get you home." I was sad to hear this, but what I needed most was to get home and be with my family, feeling safe. Charlie must be worried sick about now.
"You never answered my question," I noted.
"Ah, yes. Well I didn't take you home because I need to ask you a favor."
"Go on," I urged.
"I need you not to tell a soul you met me or you know who I am."
"I don't know who you are and no one would believe me," I stated simply.
"But in case someone asks, you will…?"
"Not tell a soul…on a few terms first."
"What?" he asked irritated.
"I want a few questions answered."
"What questions?"
"What is your name?"
"Edward Cullen."
"What were you doing up here?"
"Pass," he said quickly. I didn't want to push him so I went on to the next question.
"Who were those men?"
"Just a bunch of troublemakers; they won't be bothering you ever again." I remembered hearing the gunshots and wondered if Edward still had the gun on him. "Now, do you promise?"
"Yes."
"Thank you," he sighed.
"I should be the one thanking you."
"Don't, it's my job."
"I'm still grateful," I stated simply.
"You ready to go?" He asked while standing. I nodded and he picked me up and carried me out the door back to his Volvo. It was a silent trip to the car and back home; we were only twenty miles away from Forks and felt relieved when we saw the outline of the small town.
"You grew up here?" Edward asked.
"Partially, I just moved here from Arizona."
"Why?"
"It was time to live with my dad," I sighed.
"And that's a bad thing?"
"No, he's my dad, I love him. "
"But…?"
"If I don't get any personals from you, you don't get any from me," I stated. Edward sighed in frustration but accepted my answer nonetheless.
"It's that one right there, on the left, with the red truck and Cop cruiser," I offered.
"Your dad is a cop?"
"The chief," I said nonchalantly.
"Interesting," Edward mused.
"Interesting?" I asked curiously. Before he had time to answer, the motor was off and he was walking to my side.
"Is your dad home?" He asked as he opened the door for me.
"That depends," I shrugged as I stood and he picked me up; he started walking up the pathway to my front door.
"On what?" He asked.
"What day is it?"
"It's Saturday morning," he replied. We reached the front door and opened it without it being locked. Edward carried me to the couch that was in the family room and set me down gently.
"I've only been gone less than twenty-four hours?" I asked shocked. I had felt like I was kidnapped for days. Edward nodded and I sighed, "Then he's fishing."
"No one is home?" He confirmed and I nodded.
"Thank you once again, you saved my life," I said gratefully.
"It was my pleasure," Edward responded, he crept closer to me, being careful to not scare me and then lifted my hand and kissed it politely. "Try to stay out of trouble." I nodded in disappointment that this was goodbye.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"No."
"Oh," I responded, my face falling slightly.
"That is a good thing," he noted. "If I'm around it only means there is danger near." He turned on his heel and started towards the door.
"Edward," I said quickly after him. He turned sharply, staring at me with careful eyes.
"Yea?" He walked back over to me and leaned over my body. Before I could control myself, I kissed him. His lips did not reject me, but parted slightly at the touch of mine. His lips tasted sweet, like fruit, and massaged mine back with the same force I was giving.
His tongue slid over my bottom lip and I parted my lips more, giving me entrance, which he took full force of and explored my mouth. My hands wound in his hair and his on my face. I continued to memorize the feeling of his lips and the fire that he created in my body. I felt like I was on a cloud, barely breathing, but untouchable.
Edward whipped back from the kiss and stared at me in incredulously. We were both panting heavily and he spoke first. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
"I'm not," I argued. "It was nice."
"Nice, but totally out of line."
"I didn't mind it so much."
"I can't get involved; it's my job to not get involved." He backed away from me and left quickly, the door slamming shut and I lying on the couch alone and heated.
Edward Cullen had saved my life and made me completely infatuated with him.
So I feel totally better now that I wrote that. I will be continuing Bella, Boys, and Ballet. Thank you for being so patient with me! I just have to figure out what I want to happen next. Thanks again and tell me if you liked this.