A/N: I am sorry I took forever. Went on a family vacation. Some much fun in Michigan. so here is the next chapter...oh and I don't own anything except my story! See you at the bottom.
BPOV
The eye's stared back at me, as if trying to solve an unsolved mystery. I felt the familiar warmth on my check as I continued to look in his eyes. I pulled the covers around me and hid my body beaneth them. I, at the time is a very self-concious when people stared at me for too long. But the green eye stranger did nothing, but smirked.
"Isabella, you know it's rude to stare at people," the green eyed stranger said, "In your case you are probably wondering why you are here?" All I could was nod and he took that as a continuation, "Isabella you are here because you witnessed a murder with your roomate Renesmee Carlie Masen." He stopped right there giving me some time to adjust to the situation.
"Am I in a witness preotection progam, or something," I said, my voice came out rough and harsh. Probably from all the crying I was doing. He chuckled darkly.
"Something like that," he said, still chuckling. I just stared at him weirdly trying to figure him out, but this time trying not to stare into his eyes. Suprisingly I noticed he was not your average witness protection progam worker. He sat in a chair at the end of the bed. His hair a copper color with honey and burgundy hair, laying everywhere like he just walked out of bed after some sex. 'mr. sex hair' is what I'd call him from now own.
"What do you mean by that?," I asked. Mr. sex hair just continue to chuckle before finally speaking.
"Exactly what I mean by that," he snapped. Instead of getting me anger all tied p in the bunch and responding back I continued to evaluate his body with my eyes. The suit he wore was unbottoned. His back tie unlose and a few bottons of his blue shirt were undone. He was very leaned back, his arm hungover the back of his chair. One leg stood out and the other stayed in. His clothing showed he was very much care free. Maybe he wasn't like those fuckers who were chasing me through the woods.
"What is going to happen to me?," I asked," What happened to those guys that wer chasing me. And if you are a 'witness protection officer' shouldn't you be asking question. 'What did the people look like? what were there names? Do you know why they were chasing you? are you alright? Did anything happen to you? How long have you know Renesmee Masen.' You know what. Maybe it's just me or you're just not a officer. Fuck this shit-get me the hell outof here i want to go the fuck home." I didn't realise I was yelling, until I was done. My anger seething through me slowly. I quickly shot myself of the bed. The covers falling to the floor. As I looked around the room, I could see the door. Making my way out of this god forsaken place I headed towards the door. But before I could even make, the door opened. Revealing the one person I did not want to see- Jacob.
With a dirty smirk on his face he continued to enter. Never knocking before entering or exiting- seeing as I was only wearing this night gown. But not so much as a glance toward my way, he continued to walk towards Mr. sex hair.
"Boss, is there a problem her. I could hear yelling the way down the hall," Jacob said. Finally glancing my way he wink and puckered his lips as if to blow me a kiss. I must of had a disgust expression on my face becuase he chuckled.
"No thanks, Jake-and yes I am aware of how loud her voice can get," he said. "But I guess it is time that I request question- Ms. Swan if you don't mind, would you please take a seat."
I quickly oblidge still in shock. If Jacob was working for Mr. Sex hair, than they worked inthe same industry. I am not in some office building I am in a fucking house that belonged to the enemy. Renesmee owed money to him, the 'boss' of this 'society' and I was standing in a room, probably his, in a fucking silk nightgown that might belong to one of his 'bitches' in his fucking house. This couldn't get any better. My life must seriously be fucked up cause I am on the verge of a mental break down and a panic attack.
Well I must be having a panic attack because before I knew it, my breathing turned into hypervinalation and my vision became blurry. The shouts of people around me didn't help at all. The blackness took my body over and I felt myself falling. Falling into a deep despair and depression. Hoping that the darkness let to light. But a thought came to mind; 'Darkness does not always equal death and light does not always equal life.' But as I felt myself slipping deeper into the darkness I could help but wish death was upon me at any moment.
A/N: I hope you like the second chapter and remember this is no longer serenity but Ivy. I hope you enjoy my writing was something to enjoy. Thank you!