A/N: Soooo I'm seriously pissed off because I just wrote 2000 words and my MacBook helpfully powered itself off before I could save. Yay. Anyways, that's the reason it's taken so long. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2:

Bella's POV:

I waited a solid 20 minutes after Carlisle left before I even moved. I checked the upstairs windows to make sure that he wasn't lingering outside, waiting to catch me if I dared to try and escape. I quickly opened the closet and changed into a dress that Jess had forced me to buy for the occasion. I suppose it was nice, although it made me glad once again that Carlisle wasn't here to see me in it. For starters it was way too short, and made me feel like a girl playing dress up in her mother's clothes. Black and bodycon wasn't my usual style, but I rarely got the chance to dress up for an event so I decided to make an effort.

I grabbed my purse and ran down the stairs, suddenly excited. It amused me that today, being in Carlisle's presence, had provoked me to be more of a teenager than I'd ever been in my entire life. First with the arguing, then the tantrum, and now sneaking out of the house- to go to a party, no less.

I tried the door handle to find it locked. Agitation crept inside of me once again, and I rolled my eyes, suddenly grateful that I had listened to Edward when he had informed me where their spare key was. I rifled around in the top-left kitchen drawer until I found it, a small, triumphant, silver weight in my hand.

I shoved the key into the lock in one swift movement. Before I got the chance to turn it, the phone rang. My hands froze, and I rushed over to where it was stationed. I managed to get to it before the fourth ring, and made sure I sounded vaguely bored when I answered, having a good idea of who might be on the other side of the line.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Bella. It's Carlisle." He had the decency to sound slightly sheepish.

"Checking up on me?"

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't concentrate knowing that I left you alone."

I repressed a sigh. "You're barely fifteen minutes away. Besides, the wolves are patrolling nearby. I'm completely fine, Carlisle."

"You're sure? And you'll stay at the house until I get back?"

"I promised, didn't I?" It's funny that I felt betrayed by his lack of trust in me, when I was just about to break his trust completely.

"Right. I'll call you again soon."

"No." I said, far too quickly. "No, don't. I'm sure you have a busy schedule- you're at work, so your mind needs to be there with you. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself for a few hours."

There was silence for a few painful seconds. "I suppose you're right."

"Bye Carlisle."

"Goodbye, Bella."

With that, I placed the phone down and ran a hand through my hair. I could only imagine how miserably my 'plan' would have failed if I had been a few seconds quicker going outside. I would just have to hope that he didn't call again, and if he did, so be it. It had been so long since I had done something without debating over whether or not the consequences were worth it, I felt thrilled.

I opened the door and went outside, but instead of heading for my truck I went straight over to the garage. To get onto the correct route to Port Angeles, I'd have to go past Fork's general hospital. Surely, with his superior hearing, Carlisle would recognise the distinct sound of my roaring truck and know that I was driving somewhere. No, I'd have to find other means of transport.

I opened the doors and took a second to stare at all the expensive vehicles in awe. If I was completely honest, I didn't trust myself in such close proximity to them. I walked past Alice's Porsche 911 Turbo, Rosalie's Mercedes CLK350 Convertible, Edward's Volvo C30 and Emmett's Wrangler-Style Jeep. I paused when I got to Jasper's motor-cycle. It was a Ducati 848, I remembered Edward saying. I ran my fingers across the glossy silver exterior, trying to remember the feeling of riding one of those. The temptation was simply too much, and I decided that I'd be screwed either way, so I grabbed a helmet off of the shelf and carefully wheeled the bike out of the garage.

I shut the doors behind me and practiced on the lawn for a few minutes, making sure that I didn't crash as soon as I got onto the road. I hadn't ever ridden on a main road before, and I questioned whether or not I should have just borrowed Edward or Alice's car. But I took to it better than expected, Jacob's lessons playing on repeat in my head. The engine was silent, too.

So I texted Jess and Angela that I'd be there in thirty minutes and set out on my journey. Once I was safely past Fork's general I let out a small squeal of excitement. It was around seven o'clock now, so the sky was darkening by the minute. I tried to keep at a respectful speed, but I wanted to get there before it was pitch black.

After a while I looked ahead to see a massive sign reading 'road closed ahead'. I groaned loudly- why tonight, of all nights? I had no clue if there was another way to get to Port Angeles, but I saw a small turning that a few cars were filtering out of, so I decided to turn that way. In any case I could always just pull into the nearest gas-station and buy a map to figure out where I was.

It was when I had been driving for thirty minutes straight and not a single sign for a rest stop had past when I started to panic. The street-lights had switched on, which meant it was nearing 8pm. I briefly wondered how Jess and Angela had gotten to Port Angeles, and decided that I would pull over as soon as I could and call them. They'd be worrying, anyway.

After another ten minutes I spotted a turning and breathed a sigh of relief as houses, stores and restaurants came into view. It wasn't PA, but it was definitely a town.

I weaved in and out of the streets carefully, pursing my lips as I took in the graffiti, smashed windows and litter in the darkness. It seemed that everywhere I passed there were groups of staggering men, bottles in hands, jeering as I drove past. My stomach churned and I suddenly longed to be sitting in the Cullen residence, familiar walls and warmth surrounding me.

I hesitantly pulled over directly outside of a convenience store. I tried both Jessica's and Angela's phones multiple times but both went straight to voicemail. Thanks a lot, guys.

I went inside the store, which annoyingly had no maps of the area. They did have a Dora the Explorer limited edition treasure hunt map though, the manager helpfully informed me. I bought some water and a bag of chips and devoured them immediately. Nerves always did tend to make me hungry.

I walked outside of the store to find a man- around 6'1- wearing a dark, cracked leather jacket and distressed jeans, perched on the side of my motorcycle. He was stroking the shiny silver metal as I had been earlier.

I stopped dead in my tracks. "Can I help you?" I asked without thinking.

His head snapped up and his mouth formed a nauseating grin, twisting and gnarling the thick scar that ran across the left side of his mouth. I instantly regretted the confrontation.

"Pretty bike." He commented in a gruff voice. "Is it yours?"

"Y-yes." I replied, panic turning into pure fear.

His laugh gave me goosebumps. "Relax, babe. I won't hurt you."

When I didn't reply he stood up stiffly, and started to make his way over to me. I wanted so badly to bolt, but I was frozen in place. I wanted to hop onto some random bus that would take me back to Forks, hug Carlisle and apologise profusely, beg for him to forgive me and not leave the house until Edward returned. He was right and I was wrong.

"How about I give you a ride on it back to my place? It'll be much safer there." He spoke in a taunting manner.

"I have somewhere to be." I replied, willing him with my mind to stop walking towards me.

But that seemed to make him do the complete opposite and close the distance in three long strides. "What did you just say to me?" He asked, and I cringed away as he breathed fumes all over me.

"I said n-no." My voice was shaking audibly now.

His hands shot out so quickly and grabbed my wrists that the hope that he was drunk and dazed washed away. I let out a small sound of distress as the pressure increased. He pressed his lips right up against my ear so that his stubble was grazing my cheek. "I'll ask that again." His hot breath washed over me and I opened my mouth, preparing to scream. Clearly anticipating my next move, he clamped one big, meaty had over my lips, shifting so that he was holding both of my wrists between his arm and torso.

"Where are your keys?" He stuffed his spare hand into my back pocket, groping my ass while he fished for the keys that were still in my purse. In one last desperate attempt I jerked my knee up in one sharp movement and hit his groin with as much force as I could manage. He released me completely and shouted out a long string of curses, clutching his injury.

Hearing the commotion, the store manager ran outside to see what was going on. After taking in the scene she yanked out a phone from her pocket and started dialing- I prayed that it was 911.

I didn't waste a second more before turning around and forcing myself to run. I ran and I ran and I ran until the buildings and parking lots became sparse. Eventually I processed that I was no longer in the small town, but in the middle of nowhere. All I could make out was grass, trees and bushes. Though it was so dark now because the street-lamps didn't illuminate where I was going that I could hardly see my feet hitting the ground.

My heart pounded wildly, and I struggled to force air into my burning lungs. My calves were on fire but I refused to stop- I just had to get away. The wet grass soaked into my shoes, and I could no longer feel my toes.

It occurred to me that I should use my phone to call someone to get me out of here- now. I didn't care how much trouble I got into, I just wanted to be home. Funny, that was the exact opposite of what I had been saying earlier.

I fumbled around in my purse until I found my phone, and brought it up to my face with trembling fingers. No signal. Perfect, just perfect. You didn't need signal to call 911, right? I was seriously considering that as an option.

Distracted, I ran straight into a deep ditch. My foot hit the sunken ground at an unnatural angle, making a sickeningly loud crunch. I let out a yelp of pain just before I fell face-first, whacking my head and getting a mouthful of dirt. The pain overtook me completely, and the hot tears streaming down my face were the only relief from the cruel, bitter cold.

Find Me, I prayed, just before I slipped out of consciousness.

A/N: Please review! I'm a total sucker for including the title of the story in the story. Gave me goosebumps when SM did it J