TEN

Rolling over I grabbed the quilt tightly around me, trying to squeeze out of it as much warmth as I could. My eyes opened heavily as I looked around. I was in the same room as I was the first night I stayed here.

The room was quite as I realised it must still be night. After dinner Edward hardly spoke, except when he left me here. He told me was going to be out all day, and with that locked the door. I was just happy he never dumped me in that room.

My body still ached from the night on the rough cold floor.

Taking one leg out of the quilt, I bit my lip ready for the cold air to hit me. After five minuets I was still waiting. Taking it in my stride I stood up, walking as quietly as I could to the window, stroking the heavy dark curtain aside.

The dark night hung, overshadowing all beneath it. Without thinking I tried opening the window, not realising until it actually moved. The gap was big enough to let fresh air through, yet too small for me to get through.

Taking a proper look at the window I realised something. They where all different. Instead of opening out they know open at the bottom. When where they changed. Most likely when I was in "confinement" Failure hit me as I realised someone would have had to come do it. Someone from the outside, a stranger.

If I screamed, or banged I could have been out of here by now. I'd maybe be in my own bed. Safe and sound. Pulling away from the curtain I let it swish back into place and climbed back into bed. The fresh air soothed my lungs, lulling me too sleep.

I was always that kind of person who had the window open to sleep, through rain, snow or sun. Whether I was cold or hot. My window was permantly open. It was just something about fresh air that soothed me. The way that rain, pelting against the window made me feel safe.

It wasn't long before I felt sleep claim me its own, pulling the quilt up to my chin I snuggled into the bed and slept.

That night, for what felt like ages. I dreamt. It wasn't the fact I was dreaming that scared me, nor weirdly that he was in it. But what it was about.

The warm air swam through my hair softly blowing it over my shoulder. Smoothing out the dress to my knees I tightened the blue ribbon at my waist, while smiling softly at the mirror. A warm pair of arms enveloped me in a hug, and instead of feeling frightened I embraced it. Turning around I looked up to the face. Bright emerald eyes bore me down as I tossed and turned in my sleep.

He looked just like he did in real life, yet he was. He was smiling. Even though it wasn't real is still made me feel weird. Like an intense heat travelling my body. A good kind. Looking at him my eyes where full of confusion, why was I enjoying this, shouldn't I be dreaming of killing him instead.

Shaking my head his finger tilted my chin up, while the other hand smoothed the hair away from my face.

Attempting to ask what was going on, I only managed to say "I"

His lips let out a sweet chuckle. " I love you" Then before I woke up his lips crushed to mine, soft and hard.

My eyes flashed open as I felt the warm sweat that was covering me, pushing down the covers I wiped my forehead, trying to gain information of why I dreamt that. My dad always said dreams had a story behind them. That there was always a reason why you dreamed it.

Old memories of my dad burst before me. Nearly making me wish I was home with them. What? Nearly? Why would you want to stay here Did I really think that, oh god, something is really wrong with me.

Shaking my head, I pushed myself into a sitting position. Great, a whole day alone in here. No shower, no water and no food. My body groaned at all three. My eyes looked over the door, happiness exploded in me before I realised it was locked.

I heard him do it last night. Deciding there wasn't much else to do, and he couldn't test me for trying to open a door. Quietly I walked over to do the door, skimming my fingers over the handle as I eyed the rest of the door.

With a slow pull I turned my feet ready to walk back to bed. Creaking filled the room as I sat on the bed.

"I'm hallucinating, that has to be it" I reasoned to myself out loud. The door was a quarter of the way open, and in front of it was an envelope with some elaborate lettering. Shakily I stood up, trying to peer at the object although it was too far for me to read.

Cautiously I walked over. My arms hanging uselessly at my side. Grabbing the door frame I popped my head out, looking both ways before I picked the envelope up and pushed the door to close it.

I don't know why the door being open freaked me out. It was what I actually wanted. Before I thought anymore my fingers traced my name on the letter, before ripping it open.

Isabella Swan

Your door's been left open to allow you to eat, wash excreta. Although I do warn you. Any escape attempts will be quite futile I assure you, unless you'd really like to know the meaning of hell.

You'll find enclosed a list of things I wish you to complete before my return. Spare clothes are located in the drawer at the bottom of your room.

Mr. Cullen.

P.S in no circumstances are you to venture into my office. You may use the library.

Perching on the side of the bed I grabbed the list the fell on the floor. Looking it over I dropped them on the bed with the letter, I'd do it all later. I was never a good cleaner, but I'd try, I didn't really have a choice.

Walking out the room my legs shook. I kept reminding myself that I was allowed out, yet the fear inside me didn't go.

Arriving in the kitchen I go a better look at it. Everything in this house looked like it should belong to one of those national trust homes. A heritage house.

Biting my lip I opened the cupboards, searching for something to quite my hunger. Settling on porridge, I quickly cooked it. Pouring it into a bowl I grabbed a spoon and sat at the table.

Although I was alone I couldn't help but glance at ever corner. Your paranoid now are you? Why cant you ever say something useful, I grunted back at my conscience. Spooning the lumpy porridge down my throat I swallowed it all.

I never really liked porridge. It was one of those thing's that looked disgusting and had no taste. But right now I wasn't being picky. Then it dawned on me, I'd never really had anything proper to eat since being here.

Pushing the bowl away, I sat back and looked over to empty seat on the other side of the table.

After washing up I spent most of the day looking around, the house was just beautiful. By the time it got dark outside I ended up in the library. Going over memory I wished that where just nightmares. Going over the books I traced my fingers over the spine of one that was burned into my memory.

One I near enough memorised word for word. Picking up the book I smoothed the front with my palm and read the title. Persuasion, by Jane Austen.

Dumping myself into the nearest seat I opened the book and lost myself in the life of a Miss Anne Elliot. A loud plop scared me awake as I steady myself on the chair. My dazed eyes looked around as my heart went back to its usual rhythm.

Picking up the book, I stretched and walked towards my room. The house wasn't as quiet as usual. A clock from somewhere chimed, an owl sounded as I heard the unmistakable sound of wood creaking. My legs stopped outside my room.

The door slightly ajar. Didn't I shut it. I tried raking my mind. I did. I was sure of it. I leaned closer to the gap to try and make out more noise. The floor boards creaked, and the sound of heavy breathing came through the door.

Slowly I stepped back from the door till I was leaning against a wall. Oh bring yourself together woman. I tried telling myself. Maybe it's Edward? But he's away, why would he be back so soon? And angry? SHIT. I didn't even have a shower.

I couldn't help but laugh at the predicament I was in. Right now it was possible I was facing death, or a pretty sever beating. And I was more worried about not having the chance to shower.

Griping hold of the book between my knuckles, I took a deep breath and readied myself to open the door.

Holding the book to my chest like a non existent shield, I opened the door like I would take a plaster off. .Fast. The door gave way, revealing the room to me.

What I saw chilled all my body to the spot. I couldn't even tear my eyes away from it. The only word I managed came out in a drawl of words.

"I…aren't… I thought you went already" Suddenly what little confidence I had left me once again.

"here" he held out a glass, half full with a burgundy coloured liquid. My legs belted towards him and took the glass. Sniffing it, my eyes watered in reaction. It was whisky, undiluted and straight.

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