ALL TWILIGHT CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER

BELLA'S POV

I carried my shopping bags full of clothes to my car. God, why did I park so far away (I guess I don't know this town really well)? And why is this street so empty? IT'S FRIGGIN CREEPY!

I let out a scream as I felt someone grab onto my arm, and I was pulled into an alley. The man (that was all that I could tell about the person) released my arm and pushed my body down hard onto the concrete ground. "Give me your purse!" (A.N. She really has a black clutch bag, but if he said give me your clutch bag everyone would think that he is gay, he isn't, LOL) "What?" "GIVE IT TO ME!" I threw my purse in the direction of his voice, "You have my money now let me go!" I sat up but he put his boot on my chest and pushed me back down, the air escaping my lungs as my back smacked hard against the concrete, "Not yet." He bent down over me and pulled out a knife, and used it to rip my shirt in half (down the middle), exposing my lacy black bra, then he began to… feel me. "HELP! HEL-" his dirty hand (the one that wasn't… occupied) clamped down over my mouth and he brought the knife up to my neck, "You make any noise and I slit your throat, got it bitch?" I stayed silent, and I knew that I was either about to lose something I was saving for him (whoever that is), my life, or maybe even both. Then I heard a gun click, "Get away from her asshole!" My attackers head flew to the opening of the alleyway where the figures dark silhouette stood, pointing a gun at the attackers head.

The attacker got off of me and stood up slowly, his hands raised in surrender, "You disgusting creep, get out of here now or I'll blow your brains out without any regret!" The attacker ran out of the alley and disappeared.

"Thank you officer!" "I'm not a policeman." "Then… who are you?" He walked forward so that I could see his face, and I gasped, "Edward?!" I looked down and blushed, realizing that he could see my bra, and probably some cleavage (it's a push-up bra). He followed my gaze down and also blushed, then he stood up, took off his sweatshirt, and then handed it to me. I realized that it was really cold out, "Thanks, but I can't, it's cold out, you'll freeze." "I'll be fine, just take it." I finally realized that he was shirtless, and WOW! I didn't know that 17 year olds could have 6-packs (A.N. Actually, in the 6th grade on I knew a 12 year old boy that had a 6 pack, I'm just making her seem innocent), boy was I wrong! "Um… your staring." "OH JEEZ! Sorry!" I threw on the sweatshirt.

He helped me up off the ground. "Do you have any way to get home, or…" "I have a car, bye Edward." I tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm, "After what just happened do you really think that I'm going to let you wander off alone? Plus you have my sweatshirt." "Fine." I grumbled, I'm really not up for a fight right now.

"WHAT THE HELL! MY TIRES!" Each one had a hole in it, "You should never park on this street Bella, this is the worst street in town." "I've learned that by now." "So… do you need a ride?" "Apparently, and I need to call a towtruck, obviously."