A/N: Heyyy! So I'm really sorry I didn't update yesterday, but this weekend has been busy. I'm about to run out again now, but I wanted to leave you guys with something! ( Em, thanks for the flower idea! You'll see it in here!) I'm gonna update again in about four or five hours, I promise! Enjoy! Sorry for any errors, I'll correct later, but right now I've gotta run.

"So anyway, that's what happened." I said into my cell phone as I pushed a shopping cart through the miniature supermarket. I was talking to Becca, filling her in on what had happened with Anthony during the week. I tossed a few cans of soup into the cart and kept walking.

"Wow. I can't believe that asshole turned up at the house. And Jake invited him!" She jabbered on, berating him from the other end of the phone. "Well, at least he's gone now," she said comfortably. My brow furrowed as I thought of what I wasn't telling her. Every morning and evening, flowers were showing up on our doorstep, complete with ribbons and a card. The card always contained some kind of romantic message.

But it wasn't romantic. It was starting to get scary. And I was almost sure that someone was following me… I would get a feeling that someone was watching me, or trailing me as I went over to Paul's or Emily's. I was at the beach last week with Kim, and I was almost positive I saw him hovering at the edge of the trees. I didn't tell Paul or anyone else, because they would tell him, and he would be arrested on murder charges. I just hoped with all of my heart that ever I didn't tell Paul or anyone else, because they would tell him, and he would be arrested on murder charges. I just hoped with all of my heart that everything would be back to normal… soon.

We said good-bye, and I went to the check-out line. I hurriedly loaded my groceries into Dad's old car. The parking lot was dismal, almost completely empty, and I had that feeling again… I quickly drove home, and was relieved to see that the front door was open. Good, someone was home…

I walked in to see Paul sitting on the couch, eating a bag of chips. He had been laughing loudly, but quickly stopped, giving me his signature, love-filled stare. I laughed to myself. I had come to privately calling it "stargazing". He stood up and was next to me in a flash, his strong arms wrapped around my waist. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered, before pressing his mouth gently to mine. He hands traveled down my back, and I playfully slapped them away from the back pockets of my jeans.

"Hi," I said softly, touching the collar of his shirt. I frowned when I saw there was blood on it.

"Did Jake do this to you?" I asked angrily. He nodded a false hurt look on his face. I didn't care if it didn't actually hurt; he was not allowed to touch my boyfriend.

"I bet you could make me feel better," he whispered, bringing my lips to his again. He pulled away after a few minutes, a dazed grin on his face. "Come on, I'll help you unload the car." All I had to do was close up the trunk. Paul can carry everything on the grocery list with one hand. I went inside to find him already eagerly going through the bags. He pulled out a fresh bag of Doritos.

"Yeah, more chips!" He said enthusiastically. "I just finished the other bag." He walked over to the garbage can with the empty bag. "What the hell is this?" He said angrily. I turned to see him holding the gushy note that had arrived this morning, along with a crushed bouquet of springy yellow daisies.

"Nothing?" I said. Paul began to shake his eyes locked on the note. I winced that had been a particularly lovey-dovey one. "Paul, Paul," I said, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around him. "It's nothing that matters. Anthony is just, once again, being stupid." He stopped shaking, and I took the flowers and card away, burying under more garbage. I didn't think it was a good idea for him to keep looking at it.

"It's not okay, Rachel. That guy is obsessed!" I was seriously glad he didn't know about him following me. "Listen," he said seriously." Whenever you are home alone, you need to lock all the doors and windows. I'm gonna go outside now and see if I can catch his scent." Paul disappeared out the back door, and I put the food away. He was back in five minutes, looking even more pissed than before. "I caught his scent. It was down by the beach, maybe a few hours old." He took my hands in his, his eyes boring deep into mine.

"I need to go. When I phased the guys were all in my head, saying they had big news. I'll be back in an hour. Your Dad should be home in fifteen minutes. I want you to be extremely careful. You got it?" I nodded. I knew he was being overprotective, but I was still scared. Paul's face was pained.

"I would not be leaving now unless I absolutely had to. Which I do. Sam made it an order. Be careful, Rachel. I love you." One scorching kiss later he was gone. I locked the backdoor, and went into the living room to watch TV. I needed to calm down. I could see anyone coming from here, and Dad would be home in a few minutes. Nothing to freak out over. My muscles were tense, though, and every creak of the house made me start in alarm. About ten minutes after Paul left, I heard the back door open loudly. It almost sounded forced, but that must have been my imagination.

Phew. Dad was back. I got up and stretched. I really needed to get a handle on my nerves. I sauntered into the kitchen, about to ask him if he wanted lunch. I stopped on the threshold. Something wasn't right. There was something in the air… I barely had time to see the busted lock on the door before Anthony stepped out of the shadows in front of me. I gulped air, backing away. He was brandishing a rusty knife, his eyes on the prize. Me. I made a break for the front door, pulling open the locks as fast as I could.

The lights went out. I sucked in air, desperately pulling at the doorknob. Strong arms closed around me, and a cloth was placed over my nose and mouth. I kicked as hard as I could, but my mind told me it was hardly any use. I was already drugged. My body slumped to the floor, and the last thing I saw was Anthony staring over me before everything went black.

My eyes opened drowsily. Remembering where I was, I kept them firmly closed, thinking it was probably best for him to think I was still asleep. I was lying down on a linoleum floor, my sticky cheek pressed against it. I peeped open one eyelid infinitesimally. We were in a motel. I actually recognized the name. Anthony had stayed here in Port Angeles about a year and a half ago when I brought him here to meet my family. I could remember the name of it: Hattie's Harbor Inn. It wasn't a very nice tourist place, but more of a seedy joint. I could see two red duffel bags thrown haphazardly next to me. Anthony was talking on the phone from the bathroom.

"Thank you for your help with the reservations," he said in a smooth voice. "So Flight 645 to Thailand will be leaving in four hours?" There was a pause, and he let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you. We'll be there." My muscles tensed up, and I gingerly tried to move, but I saw that my hands and feet were bound. I struggled against the bonds. There was no friggin way I was going to Thailand with Anthony!

He had kidnapped me, and was planning on moving me out of the country. There was no way I was going to stand for this. Paul's face swept into my mind, and I almost cried. What would I do without him? Without Dad, and Jake? I fought harder, bringing my hands up to gnaw at the cloth with my teeth. I heard his footsteps, and I tried to pretend to be asleep, but it was too late. He had seen me moving.

"Well, well, well," he said maliciously. "Look who's awake."

A/N: Stay tuned everyone! I'll be back in a few!

Love, Gracie