A/N This is the first chapter of my new story. Disclaimer: I do not own any twilight characters, Stephenie Meyer does...Hope you enjoy it. I will probably change POV's in other chapters. Review please :)
Jeanette POV
This was not the place where I expected to spend my Friday night. I should have been out with my friend's at Michael's party trying to win his heart back. But instead I am here, on the cold forest floor, in the middle of nowhere. It's not my fault though. I told my mother that she should fix the lock on our front door, but she simply replied with "Honey, this is La Push! Why do you think we moved here? It is the safest area, and in addition to that we have Sam Uley and the 'protectors'. I've seen them in town and they are very serious about keeping this community safe. Don't worry so much."
It's not my fault that I worry. Ever since I was little, I have had a terrible anxiety disorder. It doesn't help that my parents work late and I am always alone. Two years ago we moved from Seattle to La Push because I was terrified to stay alone in our apartment. Who could blame me? Our neighbor was a registered sex offender for crying out loud! But of course my parents didn't see anything wrong with that. Every time I brought up how he looked at me funny, or how he "accidentally" brushed up against me, my mom would just say, "Jeanette, I have told you before and I will tell you again. Mr. Peterson is a nice man. He committed those crimes when he was young and foolish. Since then he has not committed a single crime." My father didn't help much either. He was a man of very few words, but when a topic came up that bothered him he didn't hold back. Clearly our creepy neighbor had not affected him that way.
The only one who believed me was my brother, Shawn. He always protected me. But he was older than me, and on his way to college in Plymouth NH. A few months before he left, I began to worry more than usual. If it wasn't for him we wouldn't have moved to La Push. Shawn convinced my parents that if we moved to La Push after he left for college, then I wouldn't worry so much. He had a point; La Push was a lot safer. I liked the idea of it and so did my parents. Their business jobs made it easy for us to move. When we arrived in La Push almost all of my anxiety went away. I loved it there, and it loved me back. I wasn't popular, but I developed a group of close friends. One of the first I made, Michael, became my boyfriend within the month of my arrival. I was more than happy. I had never had a boyfriend, and we fell in love very quickly. He became my best friend and we told each other everything. We were such a good couple. I never expected him to break up with me three months ago. After he left me, I tried so hard to get him back. I still try to this day. It's very hard to let him go. He still talks to me and we are still best friends, but it's just not the same. It hurts me so much when I think about it. Even though he broke my heart, the year and half I spent dating Michael was the best time of my life. I wish I could add 'so far' to the end of that statement, but it doesn't look like that's a possibility.
I never thought that my final words would be said to Mr. Peterson, in La Push, "the safest area", on the cold forest floor, at the age of 16. I tried so hard to fight him off as he dragged me with him to our wooded backyard. But it was useless. I am very skinny and lack in muscle. I had no chance against a robust man like Mr. Peterson. So here I am, crying, naked, cold, bloody, and going over my incomplete life. I wish he had just killed me then and there when he had finished with me. Being dead would be much better than dying slowly, alone on the forest ground. But instead he left my naked, bruised, body here. Perhaps he thought I was dead already.
All of a sudden, I heard footsteps approaching me. 'Maybe he's come back to kill me. Maybe he wasn't done with me. Maybe he just wants to torture me…. I change my mind! I don't want you to kill me, I can die myself!' I thought to myself. He was soon in close proximity to me, just inches away. "P-please…" I stuttered. "I'll do whatever you want just please don't hurt me. Please." I sounded like an idiot. I meant to sound strong but my voice came out as a quivering whisper. He bent down next me, but didn't' look at him when he tried to look at my face. I just continued to look straight ahead. But there was something different about him. It isn't Mr. Peterson's huge stomach I was looking at; it was a muscular tan body. And I mean really muscular. I looked up and met a pair of beautiful brown eyes. I gasped in shock.
This was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He looked about 18 or 19 years old…maybe even 20. All of a sudden his face changed into about 13 different emotions, but I only recognized a few. First, his face was full of shock and his eyes were full of wonder. Then after about 3 seconds, his face changed into an expression complete horror. I felt uncomfortable as he ran his eyes down my bare body. Even though it was dark, I knew he saw the blood and bruises on me. "I'm too late" he whispered to himself. His voice cracked when he said it and it sounded like he was in physical pain. He then proceeded to walk five steps away from me and vomit. 'Great! Some amazingly gorgeous, older guy just saw my naked bloody body and threw up in response to the sight!' I thought, suddenly wishing for something to cover me. Then he shocked me again as he turned back to me. He was shaking uncontrollably and pacing back and forth. He was mumbling to himself but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. When he finally looked back at me he had tears forming in his eyes. He bent down to me and lifted me in his arms. I couldn't speak or protest. All I knew was that I was being carried away from my deathbed, and possibly onto a new one. If it was any other day, and I was thinking clearly, I would have been terrified and screamed my lungs out. But right now I was light headed, and his body was warm and comforting. I didn't know where we were going, but I didn't care. I was too close to death at this point, or it sure felt like it. I closed my eyes and fell asleep, praying I would be in heaven soon, safe and without pain or worry.