Chapter 2

I snatched them out of his hands and quickly put them on. I waited for him to say something, but he just kept staring. Staring and staring, like everyone always does. I spun on my heel and made my way back to our car. I distantly heard Becca say, "Seriously? What's your problem?" I climbed into the car and sat waiting for her. When people see me it's like they instantly think what a freak. They don't stop to wonder how it happened; they just stare or steer clear of me. Once when I was twelve I went to the store with my mom and a little boy came up to me. He asked, "What happened to your face?" before I had a chance to answer his mom appeared out of nowhere and ushered him away. She didn't tell him to say sorry or apologize for his rudeness, like you would think she would, instead she said, "Don't look at her, sweetie." She said it loud enough for everyone to hear. And then she looked at me like I was some kind of monster. Just because of a few burns around my eyes. The next day I bought a pair of huge dark sunglasses big enough to cover up all of the burns.

Becca pulled open the door and sat down in the driver's seat. "You ok?" she asked. I nodded, "I'm fine. It's not like he did anything," I said. She bit her lip, but didn't say anything. We drove home in silence. Mom was waiting on the porch when we got back, "Are you guys ok? Did anything happen? You were out for a while," she said in a rush. "Were fine," I told her. Becca glanced down at her watch, "Yeah and we were only gone for an hour," she said. "A lot can happen in an hour," I heard my mom whisper. She plastered on an obviously fake smile, "Did you have fun?" she asked. "Yeah. We went to the beach. It was a blast," I said and pushed past her. I made my way up the stairs down the hall and into my room. I closed the door then walked over to the full length mirror next to my closet and took off my sunglasses. I was used to the way I looked. A soft jaw, long curly brown hair, bow shaped lips, and big hazel eyes. I'd probably have been pretty if it weren't for the flaming red marks around my eyes. My pale skin only made them stand out more. I rolled up one of my sleeves and examined my arm. Long silvery white scars covered it. Suddenly I wasn't in my room anymore.

I was in a basement chained to a pillar. It would've been pitch black if it wasn't for the fire burning across from me. Oh god. Not this! No, no, please not this! He was there, standing right in front of me holding something in the fire. He turned around with a nasty smile on his face holding a red hot poker right in front of my face. "Pretty little thing," he murmured. My eyes were wide as I stared at the poker, "Please don't. Please no!" I shrieked. He didn't seem to hear me. Instead he carefully placed the poker right next to my eyes. I screamed and screamed and screamed. "Not so pretty anymore," I heard him say.

"Riley! I'm right here. It's going to be alright. You're ok. I won't let him hurt you ever again," I heard Becca whisper to me, but I could barely hear her. I heard a wolf howl in the distance. My hands went up to my eyes, "It burns!" I screamed, "Make it stop, Becca! Make it stop!" It hurt. It hurt so much. I heard Becca start to cry, "Oh Rye. Shhh, I'm here now," I heard her say. The world started coming back into focus. I wasn't in the basement anymore. I was in my room wrapped up in Becca's arms. I could still hear the wolf howling. I clutched her and cried, "I'm sorry Becca," I whispered. "Shhh, Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry about," she said. "It's not your fault." I let go of her and sat upright, "H-h-how long?" I asked. "About an hour," she answered. Oh. It felt like longer. It might've been eleven years ago, but I can still remember ever y little detail of what happened. I'll never forget. "I'm going to go downstairs and grab you some dinner," she said, "sound good?" I nodded. Becca was always there for me, she was the only one who could bring me back when I had a "fit" as the doctors like to call it. Not even my parents could do that. She smoothed back my hair, "Alright. I'll be back in five," she told me. I nodded and she was off.

When he gave me back to my parents I was blind. Two years and six eye surgeries later I got my 20/20 vision back. I still remember, though, the never ending darkness. I sighed and got up. I needed a bit of fresh air. I stepped out onto the balcony and felt the nice, cold air on my skin. I looked down into our backyard and that's when I noticed it. Our backyard was completely torn up. The lush, green grass that had been there just this morning was completely uprooted and all I saw was dirt. It was like some crazy animal had gone on a rampage in my backyard. Weird. Mom is going to flip out. "Rye?" I heard Becca say. "Out here," I answered and in a second she was next to me. "Whatcha looking at?" she asked. I pointed to the backyard and she looked down. "Oh. My. Gosh. Mom is going to flip out! What happened?" she asked. I shrugged, "Beats me. Maybe a bunch of drunk kids did it?" I suggested. "Or maybe it was a monster that lives in the Forks Forest!" she announced and I snorted. "Yeah Becca, of course that's the only logical explanation," I said and she grinned. "Right?" She handed me a plate loaded with mashed potatoes, turkey, corn, and rice. "Whoa! Nobody told me it was Thanksgiving!" I said with a laugh. She shrugged, "I decided to go all out," she said. I gave one last look at our messed up backyard and headed back into my room. I set the plate down on my desk and started devouring the food.

"How is it?" she asked. "Great, as always," I answered. She sat on the floor next to me, "I think it was a wolf that tore up the backyard," she said. I raised an eyebrow, "Really? Why?" I asked. "While you were…um…doing that… I heard a wolf howl. It sounded really, really close," she said. I plastered on a smile, "Well you should be happy then, shouldn't you?" I asked. Becca has this crazy obsession with wolves. "I only like the things when they aren't destroying our brand new backyard," she said. I smiled, "Well I'm going to go get ready for bed," I said. "Alright," she said and waved goodbye, walking down the hall to her room. I walked across the hall to the bathroom Becca and I now shared I quickly got undressed, avoiding the mirror, and took a quick shower. When I got out I French braided my hair, got into my PJ's and climbed into bed. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep.

"MOMMY! DADDY! BECKY! Help, anyone please help me!" Isobbed. The man laughed and stepped closer to grabbed my face and whispered, "Stop crying. Mommy and daddy can't hear you. No one can hear you. No one is coming." I cried harder. Where was my mommy and daddy? Why weren't they hear. He started laying things out infront of me. Knives and hammers. My eyes grew wide and I tried to scramble away, but the chains kept me in place. "Stay still. It won't hurt if you stay still," he hissed. "MOMMY!" I screeched. He shook his head, "Tisk, tisk, tisk," he said. He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a shot thig. Like the one the doctors use. It was full of some sort of red liquid. "Red will make you stay still," he whispered. He grabbed my hand and held it still as he carefully inserted the thing into me. I screamed, but suddenly I couldn't move. I tried to, but I couldn't. "See? All better," he said. He picked up a knife. "Now then. Lets get started."

I woke up screaming and covered in sweat. Becca was in my doorway her eyes wide with fear, "Riley?" she asked. "Yeah?" I answered. "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" she asked. I nodded gratefully and climbed out of bed. She took my hand and led me to her room. I climbed into her bed and she climbed in next to me. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. I sighed, "It was the first day. The first time he started hurting me," I told her. "Oh Riley," she said and went quiet for a second. "It's OK," I whispered, "I'm fine. Goodnight," I said. She took a deep breath, "Night Rye," she whispered. I was back to sleep in minutes and this time I didn't have any bad dreams.

Next Morning

I smiled at the pretty curls; a result of sleeping with a french braid. Suddenly Becca bounced into the bathroom, "I want some ice cream. Will you go get ice cream with me?" she asked. I laughed, "Sure," I told her. I already had my sunglasses on so I followed her downstairs and out t he door, "Ice cream run!" she yelled then waited for a second. "Blueberry Bananna Twist!" I heard dad yell. "Do you want me to come with you?" I heard my mom yell. We looked at each other then both shouted, "NO!" I could practically hear her sigh even though she's a floor away. "Okay then. Caramal Chocolate Dash!" she yelled. We've done this since forever. If your going out for icecream you have to yell ICECREAM RUN! We'll shout what we want and you'll have to get it. It's a rule. A great thing about Forks is, is it's so tiny you can basicallly walk anywhere. It was cloudy out and I had a feeling it might rain so I grabbed an umbreallla and headed out the door. We walked for about ten minutes before coming up to an ice cream shop. We opened the door and a little ding announced that we were here. I kept my head down and follwed Becca up to the counter. "Two small Blueberry Banna Twists, one small Caramal Chocolate Dash, and one small Cookies and Cream," she said. I was glad she knew me well enough to order for me. Suddenly I heard a mildly familiar voice, "I didn't know what to do. She sounded so scared," I heard him say. I turned to the source and saw the tall dark and handome biy that had stared at me yesterday.

So much for never seeing him again.

Thank you thank you thank you for all of the reviews! I hope you guys like my new chapter. If you don't then go away, if you do then REVIEW. Oh my gosh did that just rhyme? Do review. HA it did! Anyway I just noticed that Rebecca is the name of Jacobs sister. I'm really sorry about that, I didn't mean to do it. I also just noticed that Riley is the name of that psycotic (is that how you spell that?) vampire with the newborn army. REALLY sorry about that! At least he's dead. Alright so that's all. I've also just decided that I won't update until I get 10 reviews total. Right now I'm at six so it won't be that hard. THAT'S ALL!

~Cara