Rebecca's POV:
The first thing I did when I woke up was to check on Rachel. Her bed was empty, no sign of life. It was neat, the bed was still made from the day before. She hasn't come home yet. My heart sank at the news. I was hoping that when I woke up and go to her room I will find her there sleeping peacefully, that no harm has come to her.
I looked closely at her room. Maybe I am missing something. Maybe she came back and left again. I looked at everything closely. Nothing has been touched or removed as far as I can tell. The clothes that are lying on the floor, was still there. I saw her laptop sitting on her desktop. So much for that thought.
So I did the last thing I can do. My last final attempt to reach her.
I called her again, maybe just maybe she picks up the phone.
Please, pick up. I thought, crossing my fingers.
No such luck.
It still went straight to her voice mail.
Where the hell is she? Why is she doing this to me?
"Rachel." I said. "I am worried sick. Literally. I cant rest until I hear from you. Please call me when you get this and the other message I left you. I need to hear your voice. I need you to confirm that you are okay. Please just call me back. I need to be sure you are okay. You know I love you. I don't want anything to happen to you. Just come home Rachel. I promise you that I wont tell dad that you went out all night. I love you, so come home, wherever you are."
I hung up. I started pacing around the kitchen. I cant get rid of the feeling that something is wrong.
Where the hell can she be? Where can she be all night. I thought of all of the possibilities of what can happen to her and I shudder. I don't want to think about those things. Please don't let anything happen to my baby sister.
My stomach growled like an beast.
I stopped my pacing around. I decided to eat first than look for her later. After all I need the strength. Both physically and mentally.
I picked up an knife and sliced open an plain bagel, I got from the lower self of the kitchen pantry. I absent mindedly sliced opened an tomato. My mind was a million miles away from the task at hand. Cooking and eating was the last thing from my mind.
The only things that broke me away from my deep thoughts is when I felt the pain in my hand.
Oh shit. I thought. I look down at the cut hand and saw blood oozing out. I opened the faucet immediately. I let the cool water run through the cut in my hand. It helped a little. I pressed an wet towel to the opening, to stop the bleeding.
I let the endorphins go through my body. I felt an sense of relieve crashing down on me like an tidal wave. I felt every negative energy leaving my body. Well at least for now.
I walked over to the kitchen cabinet, on the left side of the kitchen where we keep some of the medical emergency supply and got out an bandage.
It was than my dad walked into the kitchen.
He smiled at me. "Morning Rebecca." he said walking towards the fridge.
I try not to wince. My hand is still an little sore from the incident.
He noticed the look in my face.
"What is wrong?" he asked hurt thinking that I was mad at him. "Did I do something wrong?"
I shook my head. "No, it's not you." At least not this time.
Than he noticed my hand. "What happened?
"No biggie. I just had an accident fixing myself breakfast. I was just preoccupied with something."
"Let me see." he said coming over to me trying to examine my hand.
I took my hand away. I saw watched as his face fell. I immediately felt bad.
"It's nothing major. I am fine. The bleeding stopped. It doesn't really hurt. I am going to be okay. But I don't think Rachel will be." I said shifting the attention off me. Who cares about my cut now? I am going to be fine. But not Rachel. At least until she has been found.
He looked puzzled at what I just said. "What do you mean?"
"Dad, she didn't came home last night. I waited all night for her to come home. I didn't go to bed till like three hoping by than she would be back. She didn't came home. I know because I checked on her this morning and she is not in her room. I didn't went to bed last night till my eyes couldn't be kept open anymore. I tried calling her multiple times last night. She never picks up. All I get is her voice mail. I thought when I woke up this morning she would be home. She isn't. I have this feeling, dad. I called her again just than. She is still not picking up her phone. I am scared. I am going to look for her. Something could happen to her."
"You mean she been out all night? And she never came home? Rebecca, why didn't you tell me last night! Why didn't you wake me up? My baby girl can be hurt out there! You should of came to me last night!" he yelled.
That made me feel really low. I felt bad as it is. Everything I do is not good enough for him. He criticizes everything I do.
"I figured she would come home eventually. So I stayed up to wait for her. I figured she cant really stay out too late and that she will eventually come home. There's not much you can do in this town. You know Rachel. She is an goody- goody. She doesn't do stuff like this. She is not the type to find trouble. I am sorry, dad. I didn't want her to get into trouble."
"Yeah she is. She is an sweet girl. She is not the type to go out all hours of the night. She is not you. She is inoocent."
"Dad, I know I am an disappointement to you. I am sorry, I am not like Rachel. And I am sorry, that I am not innocent like her. I am sorry I am different. I am sorry you are not proud of me, and that nothing I do is good enough for you. I am sorry that every decision I make, is just the wrong one according to you. I am sorry that I am an one big huge disappointment. All I ever wanted was to make you proud."
"Is that what you think? That I am not proud of you? Open your eyes."
" If you are proud of me, than why do you criticize me so much? Why do you make feel like you are not proud of me. Why don't you say that you are proud of me? Why did you make me feel like nothing I do is right. Why do you always compare me to everyone. You compare me to Mom, Rachel, your friend's kids."
"I criticize because I care. I care about you. I care about all my children. You guys are my life. You guys are my everything. You guys are the reason why I work hard. I never meant to make you feel that way. I never did. Rebecca, I am proud of you."
"I wish you told me. I wish you say that to me. Why cant you ever tell me that you are proud of me? All I ever hear from you is when you criticize my decisions. You make me feel so worthless. I feel like my decisions are never good enough. I feel like nothing I ever do will make you proud. It doesn't matter what I do. I am always mess up in your eyes. All you see is Rachel. You see her perfections. All you ever do is rave about her. But what about me dad? You say you are proud dad, but you have no proof. "
"Rebecca, I love you with all my heart. You are my kid. I care for you. I want better things for you. I want you to have an good life. I want you to be happy. I am proud of you. Although I may not say it. Maybe I should of. I messed up. I messed up a lot. I am paying for my mistakes. I am paying for a lot of mistakes I have made. I don't want the same to happen to you, or to any of my children. Now, let's go look for Rachel. We can finish this talk later. I owe you an apology. I shouldn't of went off on you. It wasn't fair."
"Yeah." I said. This is one of the most heartfelt moments I ever had with my dad. "It's okay. I love you too daddy." I said. I haven't called him daddy for ages.
The corner of his lips lifted.
"Let's go get Jake" he said.
Than I saw the letter on the far end of the counter. I walked over. It was an note from Jake.
Dad, I am going to go for an run and than I am going to go see Leah. I want to tell her something. And dad, we still need to talk. See you tonight.- Jake.
"You can forget about Jake. Looks like he already left." I said to dad.
He came over to look at the letter. "You think he likes Leah?"
"I don't know. According from what Rachel tells me, she said that Jake is falling for Leah hard. So I don't know. He kissed her the first time we had lunch over at their house. And it was pretty intense."
"When did that happen?"
"It's an long story." I said. "Anyways, Jake has an girl back home. I know you hate her dad. But I think she is great. Plus they are both so in love with each other. I like Leah and all, but I am rooting for Reni and Jake."
"They broke up." Dad said as we head towards to his car.
"Are you serious? Why didn't he tell me?"
"Because, he isn't ready to talk."
"He told you!"
"Look, lets focus on Rachel okay? We can deal with these other stuff later. I promise."
"I hope so dad. I really hope you can come through with the promises you make."
Leah's POV:
"Hi, ladies." some one said from behind us as we are trying to push our car to the gas station.
We both turned around towards the sound of the voice. We were both sweaty and nervous. We face an very handsome man in his twenties. He was pale. I looked at him closely. He looked a bit like the Cullens. Pale, purple rings underneath his eyes. He was beautiful and graceful like them.
The only difference is instead his eyes being topaz like the Cullens which makes them look like friendly lions. The strangers dark charcoal eyes, make him look mysterious. And he looks like an guy with an few hidden secrets.
I bit my lip nervously. Something is unsettling about this man. Something in the pit of my stomach is telling me to run away for dear life. The same instincts I felt when I was around the Cullen's.
"Hi." I said quickly. My hands reached for Carla. She tighten her hold on me too. I guess she felt it too. She was shaking a little.
He looked at us. He smiled as if he sensed our weakness. I don't know how else to describe the smile he gave us. It send me chills up and down my spine.
"You need any help? You two look like you need help." he asked. His voice sound so musical.
Same musical voice. Same is the keyword. Strange that this stranger is just like the Cullens. What linked them together? It is frustrating me that I cant figure it out.
"Can we borrow your phone? I asked. "Maybe your phone has better reception."
"Sure." he said with an smile. He handed me his phone. His hands touched mines.
My eyes widened in surprise. His hands were frozen. Same frozen hands. The same musical voice, the similar physical features. All my thoughts came at once. I put two and two together.
This man is an vampire. There was no doubt in my mind. I thought back to all the crazy theories. If werewolfs turned out to be true, than how far fetched can vampires be. I learned recently, nothing in life makes sense. This man is an vampire. The reason why my human instinct is warning me that there is danger. But still there was still a small part of me that questions it.
Carla looked at me question marks on her face.
I tried to recompose my face.
I saw the look in his face. I look at his dark eyes. He looked me in the eye. He gave me an look that were neither friendly or unfriendly. Again it sent chills up and down my spine. It was creepy. He lost his friendly mask he kept on now. He was no longer smiling. I look at him closely. I saw the strength in his arms, legs and jaws. I saw the darkness and the emptiness in his eyes, but most importantly I saw the calculating look on his face.
Deep down in my heart, I know it is true. He is an predator. We are his pray. We are his food. Realization hit me.
I took Carla's hand and broke off into an run. She didn't questioned my actions. She cooperated.
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