A/N: I am so sorry that I haven't updated recently but things have been so busy lately, I have had an ongoing war with homework, having an ongoing cold, and many rehearsals for band. So my updating will be a little dodgy but I will not abandon this story!
BELLA POV
I woke up in an empty bed, my heart racing and my stomach flying. My mouth tasted bile and I rolled out of bed quickly before racing to the bathroom to heave up the remains of my dinner from last night. It had been two weeks since I had moved in with Charlie, and it was nothing like I had ever seen.
He and the 'Pack' as they called themselves, went out on 'boy-nights' and didn't return until the early hours of the morning. This itself wasn't odd but that they mostly all left with shoes and shirts on, but in the morning when I came down to start breakfast for Charlie and the boys who had crashed in the living room had none and once I had even dug up a shoe that looked torn apart by something.
I passed it off though, not wanting to make a big fuss about it, me just moving in and all.
I padded softly to the kitchen not wanting to wake up Seth, Paul, and Jake asleep in the living room. The cool tile felt good on my bare feet. I started to pull out the coffee beans from the refrigerator and set them on the counter, then started to look for the grinder. I finally found under the cupboard way in the back. How it got there I'll never know.
Soon the whole house was enveloped in the warm smell of coffee, upstairs I could hear movement from Charlie's room, the bear was awake. I got up from the chair I had been sitting in and retrieved four mugs and set them on the table.
I went into the garage to get the breakfast food, deciding to make scrambled eggs with sausage, and pancakes. As I walked back into the kitchen I stepped on a piece of glass, effectively cutting my foot.
"Oww. Shit, shit, shit.", I cursed under my breath dropping the food in my hands to hold my foot up and see the damage. Bad idea. I fell to the ground with an almighty crash against a rake which barely missed hitting my face, instead landing right next to me with a clatter against the hard granite.
Suddenly Paul was right next to me in a flurry of hand movements and yelling at me.
"Are you ok? Oh my god. Bella? Can you hear me? Are you still alive?" Paul was checking my foot, head and checking to see if my heart was still beating.
"Paul?", My voice a little weak from the recent turmoil.
"Yes Bella?" Paul asked furtively, relieved still checking me over.
"Am I still breathing?" I asked annoyed now that he was freaking out over nothing.
"Well yeah.." He said slowly realizing that he, a complete stranger to me was practically groping me.
"Than get your hands the hell off of me." I snapped now just plain irritated.
I pushed myself of the ground and staggered as the blood rushed to my head. Chuckling, Paul caught me and gently pushed me upright.
"Thanks, I guess.", I said now a little subdued.
I walked back into the house with Paul trailing behind me almost as a puppy. I took the fresh pot of coffee and poured a cup and handed it to him. Turning my back on him before he had the chance to say thanks I started to crack the eggs and mix them up.
As I was waiting for the pan to heat up, Paul turned me around, pushing me up against the counter, he growled softly and smashed his lips upon mine. He was demanding and hard. But the kiss was hot, so hot.
I heard a slight cough in the doorway and pushed Paul away from me to see Seth standing there watching uncomfortably.
"Was I interrupting something? I smelled the coffee and thought that…" Seth's voice trailed off as he saw Paul grip my hip tightly and possessively. All the memories of Riley came rushing back and I pushed Paul away roughly.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. Now!", I spilled out as I stumbled for the door.
I had to get away from that house and Paul. Now.
A/N: So what did you guys think? You like? Yes? No? Please review! I have another chapter ready but I'd like to hit at least 40 reviews until I post it.
Next Chapter, we meet the Cullens!