A/N: Just something quick I wrote while I was cozy in bed during a thunderstorm. This and the previous chapter were written for The Fic Lab on Facebook, every Sunday they post a prompt. Join their FB group for great stories and prompts if you need some inspiration to write!

None of my stories are beta'ed, but I re-read for errors too many times to count.

EMERGENCY

Fic Lab Prompt #13- "911, what's your emergency?" E/B.

How the fuck did he find me?

I've been hiding from him for the past few years. I moved halfway across the country with a completely new identity and appearance. I became Marie Platt the moment I arrived here.

Bella Swan was dead.

I thought that hiding in a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere with the closest neighbor a mile away would keep me safe — now I feel like that was the worst idea in the world.

No one to hear my screams. No one to come help me.

I thought he would never find me here. How wrong was I?

He was right. He always said, "You can never run from me. I will always find you."

The first few months of living here, I could barely sleep without having night terrors, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, my throat sore from screaming. I'd be in the midst of a panic attack, thinking that he found me, but it was only a dream.

I wish this were one of those terrible dreams—but it's not.

It's real, and he's here, and there's nowhere for me to run.

I wish I had never met him.

I grab the house phone since I didn't have a cell phone. I run into the bathroom to hide and lock the door behind me, my trembling fingers dialing the only number that could save me… if they get here on time.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"Help, please! my ex-boyfriend Edward- "

My whispered cry for help is cut off as I am suddenly surrounded by darkness, and all I hear is silence on the other end of the line.

He cut the power. Fuck.

For a few minutes which feels like an eternity, I sit there curled up into myself, shaking on the toilet seat. Tears stream down my face as dread settles in the pit of my stomach. My harsh, panicked breath is the only sound I can hear.

Until I hear a gentle knock on the door, and the next words I hear are hair-raising in a low, eerie, sinister voice that haunts my dreams. The blood running through my veins freezes, and a terrifying chill runs down my spine.

He came here to finish what he started. He came here for his revenge.

"Did you miss me, baby? I've been searching for you for a long time, but I finally found you. Don't worry, I'm never letting you go again — well alive at least," he chuckles menacingly. "I missed you so fucking much and came to play. You've been such a bad girl. Are you ready for your punishment, Bella?"

At this point, death will be easier than what he has planned for me.