Okay, I officially banged my head to the keyboard because someone asked again. :|

Sorry if I made any mistakes.

"And how did that make you feel Bella?"

How did what make me feel?

"Being in a bdsm club"

I don't know.

"You said in the dream you had when your subconscious was playing a trick on you and trying to tell you something that you focused on what was on the wall. What was hanging on the wall Bella?"

Things.

"What kind of things?"

Whips, blindfolds, gags...stuff like that.

"Why do you think they stayed in your mind Bella?"

I really didn't know what to say to her.

"It's okay Bella, there are no right or wrong answers"

I don't know.

"Did they make you feel a certain way?"

I really have to go or I'll miss the bus.

"It's okay and sorry to hear about your car being stolen, strange it happened in our parking lot. Nothing like that has ever happened here before"

It's okay.

"See you next time, enjoy yourself Bella and try not to think too much"

Will do.

I walked fast so I wouldn't miss the bus and because it was starting to rain. After five minutes I looked at my watch because the bus was running late, I noticed it wasn't moving. Great, it probably stopped while I was in session. The bus isn't late, I am. I pulled my hoody over my head and started to walk home, atleast it wasn't too far.

I cursed at every step I made, it was now pouring and I was wet and cold. I felt like a cold wet rat as my hair that desperately needed to cut hung on my face straight down to just below my hip. This isn't fair, I never did anything to anyone so why did my car have to get stolen.

I was hungry and tired and my knee still hurt from when I ran out of that club lastnight and fell down. Then having to stand up at work all day now having to walk from my therapist. I swear the forces out there doesn't want me to be happy. They gave me a crappy hand and everytime I make a good play something happens to mess it up. Atleast I'm almost home.

I was so busy complaining to myself I didn't notice that a car pulled up next to me in what looked like a lamborghini. Probably someone feeling sorry for me, while they were screwing down their window I declinded their offer before they could even ask. I continued walking but they just seemed to follow me, an alarm went off in me. I was wary of everything since the things that had happened with Edward but I should've picked up sooner.

I should've noticed the car, but I didn't. Not only should I have noticed the car following me but I should've noticed the model of lamborghini. I immediately started running, Usain Bolt doesn't have anything on me right now.

I kept telling myself to keep running Bella, but I didn't run home, I COULDN'T. He would know where I live if I did, so I kept running and didn't stop. The roar of the engine drove me to run faster and although my heart was beating rapidly I tried to remain calm.

There was no way I could out run a car, especially that kind of car. I ran off the road and into the bushes, the tress wouldn't allow the car to follow me. I ran for a little while then looked back, it stayed there for a little while then it left...

I know I can't just stay here because it'll be dark very soon, I cautiously walked back up the slump I had ran down. I looked around to make sure the car or the person driving it was nowhere in sight. I walked to a motel and got a room.

I looked out the window to make sure the Lamborghini reventon wasn't there. Although he didn't screw the window down where I could see his face I still know it's hiim...I just know it.

Only he would be driving that kind of car and there were only 20 or so ever made, it just happens one of the owners would be following me.

I sat down and everything dawned on me, I can't go through this again, I just can't! I got something from the motel's vending machine, I couldn't risk going out again. I didn't have any clothes with me and I was cold, wet and hungry.

I took off my clothes and went to take a hot shower but only cold water kept coming out. This place doesn't even have hot water, I wrapped myself in a towel and put on a robe.

I sat on the bed and just stared, it felt like I was about to have a mental breakdown. I needed to talk to someone, I called one of the only two people that would made me feel better. Mom.

Her phone kepting ringing so I kept trying but I kept getting her voicemail. I called Dad and felt relieved when he answered, something in me jumped for joy.

He started talking but I cut him off.

Daddy. I said through the tears.

I need someone to talk to, everything is going wrong and I feel like I'm about to lose it, I can't take it anymore. I got out through all the sniffling.

He was silent for a while.

Daddy?

"Yeah sweetie, I'm here"

There was something about his tone, something was wrong.

"What's wrong Bella?"

I tried to put my problems aside and to stop crying.

Daddy, what's wrong?

"We'll talk about that later when you come home, tell me what's wrong"

Something was very wrong like he was hiding something.

Daddy, tell me.

"It's not best if I told you over the phone Bella"

Tell me, I want to know now!

He went quiet.

Tell me!

What's so important that he's keeping from me. My throat burned and felt tired and I was beginning to feel sick.

"Honey, your Mom just passed away" Charlie said as he lost it and began to cry.

The words ran through my mind but I didn't know if they completely registered.

The phone slipped out of my hand and I felt myself falling back on the bed as I heard Charlie's voice yelling my name from the phone.

Bella...

Okay so who saw that coming, no one? K.

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