A/N... I'M SOOOOO SORRY! this is EXTREMELY short :(... i promise another long update this week to make it up to whoever reads this...Please Review...i dont own twilight :(
Jeanette POV
I finally felt safe. I was surrounded by warm blankets and soft pillows. And then, as I began to regain consciousness, I realized that I had no idea where I was. I sat up quickly in a panic.
"Don't worry! You're ok! My name is Seth. I found you in the woods and brought you here." I turned to see a boy with a familiar boy sitting on the floor next to me.
Suddenly all of my memory flooded back: Mr. Peterson, the pain, the torture, my deathbed, and the beautiful boy that saved me. His big brown eyes were filled with worry as he waited for my response. With all of the memory fresh in my brain, I couldn't help but cry. I didn't want to. I didn't want him to see me like this, but I couldn't help it.
"Oh no! Please don't cry! Please, please, please, don't cry! You're safe here with me, I promise."
For some reason, hearing that only made me cry more. Why was he being so nice to me? It was only a matter of seconds before he was pulling me from the couch, onto his lap. I didn't stop him instead I greeted him with open arms. I don't no why I felt so safe with him, but all I wanted was to be held. He pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest and cried openly. He stroked my hair and whispered to me that things would be ok.
"Where am I?" I managed to say weakly.
"You're at my friend Sam's house. I brought you here because he knows Dr. Carlisle Cullen, who came in last night to treat you." I began to worry. How long have I been away from home?
"How long have I been sleeping?" I asked, praying that it wouldn't be that long.
"Well right now its 4a.m. so about...six hours or so." I sighed on relief that it wasn't days.
He suddenly stood up with me in his arms, and sat on the couch. When he lifted me it was as if I weighed nothing. By this point the muscle shirt he was wearing was almost completely tearstained.
"I'm so sorry… I'm ruining your shirt." I said between sobs. He cupped my face in his hand and lifted my chin up to look at me
"Don't worry about it." He said softly while looking in my eyes. I wanted to blush and look away, but it was as if I was memorized.
"What's your name?" He asked. I felt like an idiot for not saying it earlier.
"Jeanette."
"Jeanette...beautiful." he whispered to himself, which made me blush even more. I continued crying and lying down on his chest, and before I knew it, I had drifted back to sleep in his warm comforting arms.
