His big golden eyes stared straight into mine. That's funny, Edward always used to hate contacts. And who chose to wear gold ones?
But right now I had more important things to think about. Like how Edward was currently pinning me in a suffocating position against the wall opposite the music room.
He saw me staring, and I couldn't help but notice the crazed look upon his face.
My legs began to feel more pressure, getting more painful each second. I could feel them pressing into the wall, and it hurt like hell. I could feel warmth spreading down my leg, my body had been pushed so hard the wall had broken and parts were now digging into my skin. I didn't know how I had no broken bones. Wow, he was strong.

'Edward..' I started to cry. The anger in his eyes only seemed to intensify.
'I thought I told you-' he growled, but was cut off.
'You told me not to run away, not to be quiet!' I burst out. I hadn't meant to say it, it slipped out. I could feel the blood dripping off the edge off my foot now, which had fell slightly forward from my heel, meaning my shoe wouldn't stop the liquid from splashing onto the floor.
The light in his eyes flared up even further, giving them a fiery edge. He looked like he was going to snap my neck, clearly he didn't take too nicely to being interrupted. I became vaguely aware of the fact that we were upstairs, alone in the big house, and no-one would be able to hear my screams. But someone would come to look for me eventually, right? Right?

Perhaps Emmett might hear me. Emmett was Edward's other brother and he was, after all, up here only a few moments ago.
'Emmett?' I asked. I had meant it to be only a mental calling, like when you secretly wish that someone can read your mind. But, I realised a second too late that I had actually spoken aloud.
Edward looked alarmed, and then something in his eyes changed. He wasn't angry anymore, he was listening.

His head cocked to the side, his eyes glaring at my face as he concentrated. I didn't dare to move. With the threat he'd already given me, I didn't think he'd react too kindly to me disturbing his train of thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, too afraid of what was waiting to keep them open. Seconds passed. I was about to open my eyes when I felt strong hands grab my shoulders and haul me inside the room, flinging the door shut.

When I reopened my eyes, he was listening intently at the door.
I had ended up in the centre of the room, beside an amazing piano. I'd always been interested in pianos, but had never quite convinced my parents to buy me one. This one looked like it was very old, but it was in such good condition you probably wouldn't even notice the age unless you knew your instruments.
I could see music sheets on the stand, with handwritten notes. About half a page had already been composed and I never would have guessed it was Edward's work if it had not been for the elegant script.
I took a step forward, curious as to the content of the piece.

'Hey! Don't move.' He whispered fiercely, as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole world that I was supposed to just stand there in the middle of a room and do nothing. His eyes were focused on me, and I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I hated the attention, and I blushed when I realised I was still wearing the ripped dress. I looked down at myself and gasped when I saw how the rip made the dress fall open and show most of my leg and thigh. There was blood down my leg, but thankfully there weren't any deep cuts. I felt so embarrassed, but I couldn't hide. I remembered the bag with my swim stuff; if I know Al she'd have packed some casual clothes for later. I searched for it, but realised I must have dropped it in the corridor, right before I'd received my death threat. I rolled my eyes; I was such a typical klutz.

Just then, I heard voices and footsteps making their way up the stairs. I recognised Al's delicate voice, and Jasper's calm one. They must be going to one of the games rooms, that's where they spent most of their time. I panicked, thinking back to my leg. I remembered the red drops spilling onto the floor. They'd still be there obviously. And if Al came by, she'd see for sure.
Edward's head snapped toward me again, and he stood to properly face me.
A scream sounded through the room, frighteningly loud.
I shivered. It was Al, of course.

Edward raced across the room, gathering various items from shelves and draws. I saw him take a few books, a pen, some writing paper, and a couple of CDs. Then he opened a cupboard door and pulled out some clothes. This wasn't the music room, this was Edward's room. But where was his bed? I thought to myself.
'I thought there weren't any bedrooms on this floor.' I said as he chucked the few clothes into a bag with the rest of his stuff, and then got down a pair of pink jogging bottoms and a jacket to match. For me? I guessed. He tossed them in my direction, and when they landed on the floor he turned.
'There isn't. Most of my stuff is here 'because this is where I always am. Put them on.' He instructed and nodded to the clothes at my feet.

'You're going somewhere?' I asked, looking at his bag. I didn't really care, and I wasn't interested to be honest- but if it meant him leaving me alone, I'd be happy.
'No.' I didn't bother to hide my disappointment. 'We are.'

My eyes widened dramatically, I wasn't going anywhere with him. He was the one I wanted to get AWAY from.
'That's my sister out there.' I said. He gave me a look, silently saying what's your point?
'She needs to know I'm okay!' I yelled. Before I could say anything else, his hand was over my mouth. I was shocked at his sudden closeness; it caught me off-guard.

'Shh!' He hissed in my ear. 'Now they've heard you.' He groaned. He took his hand from my mouth and went to over to the balcony doors. Oh my god. He is going to throw me off the balcony.
'Alice!' I screamed, unable to keep it in any longer. He was going to kill me, and what kind of person would I be if I didn't even try to call for help?

'Bell?' I heard her loud scream call back. The door handle rattled, followed by a loud thump as she threw herself against it. She was trying to save me.
'Edward's got her.' The calm in his voice was unmistakable. It was Jasper trying to calm my sister's mood. Which I thought was pretty pointless, as he'd just told her that his crazy brother had taken me. And they'd found my blood on the floor, along with the wall broken- as was told with Al's scream. I didn't think anything could've stopped my sister be calm when she had all that information, but as soon as I thought that, the thumping stopped. Jasper began to talk again, in quiet whispers. I couldn't hear what he was saying, and I knew that he was most definitely holding her tight against him.

'We really have to go.' Edward emphasized the 'really', which made a silent 'now' sound in my head. He covered my mouth and held my arm with his other hand, and pulled me across the room to the balcony. Tears were running down my face, and I struggled hard against him. It was no use; he was too strong. He stopped pulling and I felt a breeze blow all over my body. Then I felt too warm, so i looked down and could see that I was now wearing the bottom and jacket he had given me, over my formal clothes. I was so confused, and Edward used that to his advantage. He picked me up, and before I knew it I was on his back.

'Edward..' I whispered, not wanting my voice to crack.
'I'll be in trouble if they find me.' He cut in. 'They know it was me that took you, that I was the one to hurt you. They already know. So I have to take you with me. You can't stay here, not now. They'll see how badly I've hurt you, and if I wait any longer they'll be able to catch me.' His voice was soft and caring, completely unlike the Edward before.

'I'm not even hurt that badly.' I whispered.
'You don't realise, because your body's in shock. You have cuts everywhere. Particularly at the back, that's why you don't realise. You're bleeding a LOT, Isabel.' He whispered the last part, and it sounded as if he was truly sorry and regretful about what he'd done. Personally I preferred the name Isabella, which is saying something, but I wasn't about to tell him that. And then as he turned to face the trees, his face hardened and his voice grew fierce.
'We're leaving now.'

Behind us the door burst open, and Jasper stood in the doorway with Alice just behind him. She looked seriously angry. When she saw me, pain broke out across her face like lightning. Her mouth fell open, giving her face a horrified expression. Was I really hurt as bad as Edward said?
Then Edward jumped, and we flew through over the balcony railing. I held my breath in panic, not bothering to scream. I didn't want to see the end so I hid against his shoulder. He'd killed us both. Just like that, in front of my sister and his brother.

And even though the wind made it almost impossible to hear, Alice's blood-curdling scream still managed to make it through the air to my ears.