A/N: I've been thinking about this for a while. I was just thinking one day about what some 'what ifs' when this story came to me. It takes place after the first chapter of Twilight with the last sentence "I headed back to Charlie's house, fighting the tears the whole way there."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does, which makes her awesome.

Bella POV:

I couldn't fight the tears much longer. I pulled off to the side of the road and let the tears flow. I didn't understand. Why had he glared at me like that? Was he angry with me for staring at him during lunch? What a stupid reason to get angry over. No. He obviously had a problem with something else. I hadn't done anything wrong. I wiped away the last of the tears and continued my way to Charlie's house.

I pulled into the driveway and parked my truck. I walked up to the door and pulled out the key that was hidden by the eaves by the door. I unlocked the door and stuck the key back in place.

I tossed my bag onto the couch and walked into the kitchen. I pulled open the refrigerator door, when a wave of tears hit me again. Great. I thought to myself. I sure am crying a lot today. I thought I had told myself not to cry over this silly thing. I had not done anything that would offend him.

I wiped away the tears again, when I heard a noise coming from upstairs. I froze. I heard a deep voice cussing. For a burglar he was pretty loud. I did the first thing I could think of. I quickly and quietly shut the fridge door and snuck towards the door. Maybe he wouldn't hear me. I was wrong. Just as left the kitchen I knocked into the coffee table, a vase falling off and smashing onto the floor. I froze again. I looked up and saw a man dashing down the stairs. He was about 6'4" and had greasy black hair. He looked strong and probably worked out everyday.

My mind seemed to have stopped working for a moment. Then with out thinking about I ran. Which was stupid. Since I am a klutz I tripped over my own two feet and then the man grabbed me by my shirt and put his hand over my mouth.

"Don't scream." He said breathing on the back of my neck. He pulled me back into the kitchen and pushed me into one of the chairs. "Don't move." He muttered. I did as I was told.

I could hear him behind me, searching for something in the drawer. He came back and yanked my arms behind my back and tied them to the chair. Then he bent down and tied my legs to the legs of the chair.

My heart was pounding so fast, that I was sure the man could hear it. How could this be happening? First I was glared at while at school. Now I am being tied up in my own house. What else could happen? I knew what else could happen. All I have to do now is sit back and wait for it to happen.

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