A/N: Hey I don't usually do this, but thanks so much for all of the reviews, but especially to MartaS for the longest review in history. I appreciate all the reviews I get, as they honestly make my day, but this one had me smiling for days. I would also like to say thank you for guessing about what happened to Bella before she moved to Forks. Anyway…

Bella's POV

"What is an imprint?"

His shoulders tightened, his gaze on me becoming harsh under his dark brows, his eyes unreadable. My breath caught, remembering him in his fit of anger earlier. He was dangerous. Jake had thought he might hurt me, but Paul was adamant that he wouldn't. Because of this 'imprint'.

"Paul?" he huffed before spinning away from me to face the fire place.

"It's nothing that you need to concern yourself with little girl." My teeth ground together, no longer hearing Pauls rough sinful voice.

"Oh, look at the pretty little girl."

Shaking my head furiously, I repressed the horrified shudder before snapping at the still oblivious Paul.

"Don't call me that!" he spun around at my sharp tone. I repressed the urge to slap a hand over my mouth. Dangerous, Bella, dangerous. He raised one brow, as though entertaining a petulant child. It only succeeded in angering me further.

"And why not, little girl?" now he was just trying to egg my anger. I wouldn't rise to it.

"My name is Bella." He already knew, he'd used my name earlier, but he just wasn't going to use it now that he knew that it annoyed me.

"I know that little girl." Ugrh!

"Then use it!" he just chuckled darkly, but it really bothered me.

"Who was in your room?" well he sure got straight to the point when he wanted to.

"I don't know." I whispered, looking at my lap. He shouldn't know. He shouldn't have been there in the first place, but he should just have thought that I had a really messy bedroom.

"I don't believe you, little girl." I jumped and let out a squeak when he whispered right in my ear. I was off the couch in a flash, my heart pounding. I couldn't stay here, not with the way he was acting around me. Putting my nerves on edge didn't even cover it; I was a nervous wreck, just waiting to break down by now. There was something not right about Paul.

"Where you goin', little girl?" he was toying with me now, knowing that I was ridiculously uncomfortable around him.

"I need to lea-!" I didn't even finish the sentence before he was grabbing my arms, tugging me closer to his body. Further from the door, I realised. I tried to tug out of his hands, but he was strong. Too strong, I noted dejectedly. And hot. Like Jake. It felt like his touch was burning me where his hands touched me. It was a horrible feeling.

"You, are not going anywhere until I say so." His whole being surrounded me, and I panicked. He was going to hurt me, just like-

"Get the fuck off of her!" the furious shout scared the living daylights out of me, and mildly surprised Paul. He glared over the top of my head, seemingly subconsciously squeezing his hands together in frustrated anger. Which. Like a domino effect, pinched painfully around my upper arms. I squeaked out in pain, and in a second, Jacob had pushed Paul clear halfway across the room. I stood trembling in fear and anticipation – for what, I couldn't say – behind a heaving Jacob.

Jake's hands were clenched into tight fists, them shaking violently by his sides while he stared down Paul, who was mirroring Jakes stance. Pauls lip pulled back in a sneer and Jake went for him. Fists started flying and in my stunned state of mind I just stood there. The sound of flesh on flesh finally became too much for me and snapped me out of my horrified trance.

I slowly started backing away from the fighting boys, towards the door. As soon as I felt the cool air of outside on my legs, I turned and ran. Bolting down the steps and straight into the forest was probably not the smartest thing I'd done in a while, but I knew these woods, it was where I disappeared to for peace and some form of sanctuary.

Unfortunately, I hadn't been to this part yet.

I was completely lost, but my fight or flight instinct had kicked in, and there was no way in Hell I was stopping now. Despite being slightly clumsy, I was pretty fit. I had a decent pace going and, my lungs were working the way they should when one was running as if for her life.

I honestly had no idea in which direction I had begun running and no idea as to where I should be going. So it came as a complete shock when, around half an hour later, I began recognising the area around me. It was about a ten minute jog from Charlie's place. I felt a small smile spread over my lips as I puffed in and out. I slowed down to a walk, dragging in the lungful's of much needed air. I slowly took note of the state I was in. my jeans were caked in mud and I had a few scratches from running through the trees, but other than that I was miraculously still intact and half decent looking. Not at all how I felt. My heart hadn't stopped pounding since Paul had gotten way too close, my palms were sweaty and my head spun.

Not only that, but I was shell shocked at Jake's behaviour. I'd never seen that side of him, and truthfully, that scared me more than Paul. I knew first-hand that people didn't show their true colors. Not until they wanted to, and the fact that my gently giant even possessed a violent bone in that massive body of his, shook me to the bone.

I could see the house from here, and I blew out a breath. I felt safer being closer to someplace I knew inside-out and back to front. Trotting up the steps, I realised Jake must have locked the door, and it refused to open when I tried the handle. Stretching above my head, I frantically patted around for the spare key, grasping it tightly in my hand when my fingers found it.

As soon as I opened the door, I remembered my room. How I could have forgotten, I shook my head. In the madness that is Paul was how I'd forgotten. Jake and I had only made plans to go to the beach today, even though we were going to go out tomorrow. I sighed thinking of how today should have panned out instead of this mess.

Locking the door and hitting the alarm system that is never really on in this place, I kicked off my shoes before neatly placing them at the bottom of the stairs to take up with me later.

Sighing I headed to the kitchen to get floor cleaner and trash bags for the things that were, undoubtedly, broken in my room.

Cleaning took all morning and most of the afternoon. My room was in more of a state that I had first thought and putting everything back into its rightful place took hours. Eventually everything was where it should be and the three trash bags were outside. Looking at the time, I saw it was already four o'clock. I decided just to go ahead and start making dinner before taking a nap.

Disturbingly, throughout that whole time frame, only one thing was on my mind. Paul.

A/N: Done. Don't hate me for the piss poor explanation Paul gave her about imprinting, it's his style. That and I have a better way for her finding out later on. MartaS I hope that satisfies your selfishness as I'm posting on holiday bye guys xx