A/n- So this takes place 6 months after the Cullen's leave. Bella and Jacob are friends and she suspects something is different about him, but she is unaware to the fact that he is a werewolf. She also doesn't know that the Volturi are planning on kidnapping her because they know the she knows their secret of being a vampire. Remember that Edward explained what the Volturi was before he left Bella. Ok enjoy! *I do not own any of the characters
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There were no words to describe the pain and emptiness that I felt. And to me, it wasn't even worth trying to describe. Nothing was worth anything anymore. My life to him was just a feeble attempt to give him entertainment, so he could hang me by a string and watch me fall head over heels for something as stupid and non-buoyant as he.
So I began to hate him. I began to regret every moment I had spent with him, every kiss, every hug, every night spent next to him. I wish that I could put him through the pain that he has pummeled put me through.
But that won't happen. I couldn't . Because no matter how hard he had let me fall, I always knew I could never hate him and his other immortal family members.
I'm starting not to trust anyone. Even my father Charlie, or my ex-friend Jacob. Apparently Jake feels the need to stash even more lies into my already-over-used mind. Who needs friends, right? When you've got, let's see, nobody. Except my father Charlie, who doesn't have a clue about anything. There's your#1 dad for you.
As I'm thinking this through yet again, I'm riding on a motorcycle that Jacob had fixed for me. He even taught me how to ride it, being his helpful and convenient self.
As I reached my house, I steered the bike into our garage and entered my home. The only place I felt safe. The only place I could freely hide my feelings and yet store up more pain than imaginable.
I took my jacket off and hung it up on the rack. I headed to the kitchen and saw a note on the fridge that said " Had to work late, see you later. – Charlie". So I scuttled up the stairs and into my messy room. My instincts always thought that Edward –wince- would be waiting for me like always. But my instinct was almost always wrong, for example that he had ever loved me. Ha.
After doing what little homework I had, I decided to knock off time by at least attempting to clean my room. Just in case I had company. Yeah right, I had almost completely pushed away my remaining friends, they also had no idea. Life was just one confusing ball of lies.
I started with the dirty clothes on the floor. I grabbed them all and mashed them into a big bundle into my arms. Then I took them into the laundry and turned it on. I then got a broom and went back upstairs and swept the wooden floor. Strange, one of the floorboards were loose. After that, I made my bed carefully, I even organized random stuff in my room such as wall hangings, papers, ect. When my room looked presentable, I decided just for the fun of it to add Frebreeze air freshener to spice up the room.
So I went to the bathroom to scrounge it out. After about 5 minutes, I became successful and found it within the yellow basket beside the toilet. I sprayed my room thoroughly with it and put it back up.
I felt accomplished for once.
How weird.
I also felt this strange prickling or feeling that someone was watching me. So I hurried downstairs to turn the TV on, hoping that would bring my attention away.
It didn't.
So I walked into the kitchen and started making dinner. It worked for awhile, the distraction, but then when I was finished I got the same feeling. Not knowing what else to do, I stepped into the garage and started cleaning up my motorcycle, just the way Jake taught me. Oh Jake.
Then, I started panicking when I walked back into the house. Something wasn't right here. The house looked too clean. Had I cleaned it up? I didn't remember.
I crept back upstairs and went into my room.
When I saw who was there, my breath got caught in my throat.
My head started reeling. It couldn't be, I thought to myself.
But it was.
Edward-wince- had told me about a powerful covern called The Volturi and described that they wore black cloaks.
There were two vampires here. With red eyes and black cloaks. In my room.
And I had no protection.
We stood still for a couple of seconds sizing each other up. I tried to remember the few fighting techniques I knew, of course none I've used before. One of them spoke.
"Greetings, Bella. We mean you no harm."
Then the other one striked out at me, and everything fell into an abyss.
Note to self: Don't trust the Volturi when they say " We mean you no harm".
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