Okay, so I dont know if yall will like this at all, but if you do I have two choices for you.

You see, next week is exams and I probably will not have alot of time to write. I have more than just this chapter written though. Heres the choices

1. I can post everything that I have today, and not update all week probably.

2. I can not post everything today and I can update everyother day this week.

Your choice. Tell me what yall would like better. :)


When I woke up I found a tray of food on my bedside table. The clock on the wall told me it was 1 am. I quickly ate the food and then shakily stood up. I needed to get out of here. Paul was probably already outraged and if I didn't get home soon my punishment would be even worse than before. I made my way out of the room slowly, trying not to put any weight on my caste, only to be confronted with stairs. Shoot. I sat down and began to inch my way down the stairs, step by step. The house was beautiful and the whole downstairs looked like one big living room, a beautiful white grand piano stood on a small platform. I felt guilty leaving theses people who had been so nice to take me in and take care of me. I opened the door to leave when I started to fall. I braced my face, getting ready for the blow, but it never came. Instead I felt to cold stone arms wrap around my waste and pull me. Electricity shot through my body from where the arms touched me. As soon I was upright the arms released me as if I had burned them. Standing in front of me was a Greek god. His hair was a strange messy bronze color and he had beautiful topaz eyes. He held the same characteristics of his family. I stared in awe, and he smiled a beautiful crooked smile

"Where do you think your going?"When he spoke his cool breath had blown straight into my face. It was a scent like nothing I had ever smelled and I had to resist the urge to lean in and sniff him.

"I..I.. Was...just." I couldn't speak, he was dazzling. He chuckled at my reaction.

"Is that all?" I nodded my head stupidly. "Come on, lets go sit outside. He put his hand on my shoulder, touching the least amount of my skin as he could, but the burn his hand left on my skin was still there. It felt amazing. He led me to a swing on the porch where we sat down

"I don't think we have been properly introduced" He voice was deep and musical "I'm Edward"

"Bella"

"It is very nice to become your aquantince Bella" he said with a sincerity that stung, "Now, might I ask where you thought you where going"

"Home"

"Couldn't you wait until morning ?" I didn't have any intention of telling him anything until I looked in his eyes.

"No"

"Why is that"?

"Paul will be mad"

"Who is Paul? Your boyfriend"

"No, he's my...my...caretaker?"

"I don't understand"

"He takes care of me"

"Why would he be mad" his eyes seemed to bear into mine, willing me to tell him the truth. Before I knew what was happening I was telling him everything. I spilled my heart to a complete stranger. His expression went to from sympathy, to anger, then to a mix of the two. Tears began to pour down my cheeks relentlessly and I began to hyperventilate. He pulled me into his cheast, rubbing circles into my back and stroking my hair. He hummed a familiar tune in my ear, and I fell to sleep in his arms.