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Previously:

Edward. Edward. Edward.

The name pounded through my head and anger like venom rose. I was sick of being chased by him. Played by him. Everything! by him. It was time it stopped. I would stop it myself...but first, I wanted some sleep I was moving again. Again! Hopefully, this time would be the last. I didn't want to die. I couldn't believe Edward killed the family. Edward didn't just kill! I thought he was better than that. I guess I was wrong. I was moving...far far far away this time.

Chapter 10

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Miss! Please open up!" a strange vioce yelled.

Knock. Knock. Knock. They pounded again. I pushed myself into a sitting position and found that I had been lying on my couch in my 'apartment'. To support my internal argument about why the heck I didn't remember returning to my room was an empty bottle of overturned whiskey right next to my little mahogany table. Well hell!

I stood and hit with a wave of nausea immediately sat back down. It wasn't enough though and I automatically felt myself racing for the sink as my stomach heaved and I swear my retching could be heard halfway around the world. Without invitation, my front door burst open and my little space was stormed by security and police officers alike.

"Miss are you ok?"

"Mam do you need help!"

"Are you ok!" I was bombarded and unbelievably, I could feel the beginning of a major headache.

"SHUT UP PLEASE!" I managed to bellow before I had to turn to empty the contents of my stomach into the sink...again. A man with the slightest sense of their little group stepped forward and kindly held my hair and thumped my back lightly until I stopped puking my guts out. I rinsed my mouth and with a quick, "I'm fine thanks I'll be right back please excuse me," I stepped away and went to scrub my teeth and remove the foul stench and upsetting taste that lay on my tongue. I ran a brush though my hair and slipping a scrunchie around it to hold it in place, I stepped into my living room to face the officers.

"I'm sorry for my display earlier gentlemen I'm afraid your rude awakening may have jolted my body to the extreme considering what it had been put through last night," I jerked my head toward the whiskey bottle and several eyes drifted to it before re-focusing on me and I continued, "I am quite fine now though and how may I help you?" I was all business now. I had to leave...soon...soon as possible and these young officers weren't helping my case although I realized they were simply doing their jobs and so I sat down to co-operate with them. So the questioning began.

It wasn't until hours later after testifying all I knew in connection to the murder of the little family and answering seemingly thousands of questions that the officers seemed satisfied and I ushered them out the door, just in time before I forcefully kicked them out, "I'm glad I could help and good luck with the investigation officers," before I slammed the door shut on their backs before they could speak again. I sank to the floor. I was exhausted. My poor body. When was the last time I had actually rested properly? Meaning without the aid of drugs, alcohol or sedatives of some sort. It was a question I could not answer and unable to rest now. Weary and sick of life treating me this way, I crawled to my bedroom unable to find the strength to walk. I grabbed a little map I had gotten and looked carefully. I had to chose my next refuge.

This time I would be careful. Super careful. Extremely careful. I had to cover all loopholes...any ways I could be tracked. I hoped to possible settle down here for good. It might be for the best. I packed my bags and walked out of the hostel never looking back. I would never go back. Never. I was moving on. Edward would become a faded piece of my life soon. Soon.

I paid for my ticket and was able to board the airplane easily. I settled into the plush seat and closed my eyes. I would rest for this short time. It felt good. Resting that is. To finally lay back and now worry about whether I would live to see tomorrow. To let my back crease and bend and conform to fit perfectly in the seat. To feel my muscles going limp and pulsing lightly. To feel as though I was going into hibernation when I was fully functional. To stretch and arch like a cat and feel the pressure on my joints and then to shrink into a little ball, close my eyes and do the one thing I longed for sleep.

#*Stalker Alert*#

*poke*

*poke poke*

*poke poke poke*

*poke poke poke poke*

*poke poke poke*

*poke poke*

*poke*

It beat out a rhythm lightly on my skin and it felt nice but it caused my eyes to fly open as I realised I wasn't dreaming. I screamed.

She screamed.

I screamed.

She screamed.

I screamed.

All the other passengers glared and I shut up after realizing I was not in any real danger. A little girl sat next to me.

"I'm sorry if I scared you!" she chimed. Then the grown up next to her said, "Oh my! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for Eliza to disturb you. I'm Ellie by the way Eliza is my little sister."

I smiled, "It's ok...I was just napping and she scared me a little that's why I screamed. Pleasure to meet you Ellie...you too Eliza my name is Bella."

Not before long, I was engaged in a delightful conversation with Ellie little Eliza having become bored with our 'grown up talk' and was now browsing Ellie's Ipod.

I found out Ellie was the oldest of three girls being twenty, Eliza being the youngest at five and their middle sister Elizabeth being fifteen. Ellie worked part time at a pharmacy, and outlet mall store to provide for the sisters. Their parents had died when little Eliza was born in a freak car accident. The sisters had been with relatives who then took all their inheritance and sent the girls as outcasts into an orphanage. As Ellie had turned eighteen, she took legal responsibility for her sisters and they had managed to buy a small apartment to hold out until they could afford to buy a house. Elizabeth was studying to become a doctor and Ellie was already saving to send her to med school. Elizabeth had spent a few nights at home while Ellie and Eliza went to Spain on a business trip for some wealthy prospectors who had paid for the trip.

Ellie was a great talker content as long as she held your focus and appreciative speech every once in a while so I was saved from having to explain my history before we arrived.

"Bella, do you have a place to stay?"

"No I don't actually I was planning on figuring something out once we arrived."

"I would be honored if you stayed with Eliza, Elizabeth and I."

I blushed. For a stranger she was awfully kind, "I don't want to burden you Ellie."

"You won't be a burden!"

"Then I would be honored to stay with you Ellie thank you very much."

With a squeal of joy, and not another word, she grabbed my bags and we were off. Together. Me and my new best friend. To the new and awaiting adventures. I was grateful. Things may not be so bad after all.

The sun was just setting over here and to me it was beautiful.

The first priceless image I had in Australia.