Sorry for leaving you guys at the edge of your seats! But you know me I'm the person who loves a bit of suspense! This chapter contains violence so please keep caution. I don't own anything but this storyline and my boyfriend's heart.
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My dad's snores fill the quiet home along with the squeaks in the floor from my weight.
I hear a loud screech like a key scraping against metal and everything goes silent. I wait a few minutes to hear another scrape and Charlie's snore but it stays eerily quiet. My heart pounds in my chest painfully the image of red eyes pass through my mind.
Is he here? Was that him? Is he in the house? Did- Did he get to Charlie? This realization overpowers me pulling me into the darkest corners of fear and anxiety. It's still quiet! Why is it so quiet Charlie should've been snoring by now unless...
No! No!!! Not Charlie! Oh merciful God Please No!!! Please!!! Not Charlie!!! Tears fill my eyes. Not my dad!!
And now!
BPOV
I run to his door tears brim my eyes and put my hand on my dad's door knob ready to swing it open when his loud snores continue.
I let out a jagged breath my hand to my heart, I take deep shaky breaths trying to calm the fear that had just drowned me tears escape and I hastily wipe them away. I drop to the floor taking slow deep breaths trying to calm my unsteady heart. I blink away the overflowing tears. It takes a while before I'm able to shake my head for such foolish behavior.
It must have been a tree branch scraping against one of the windows. In the morning I'll talk to Charlie about getting someone to trim the trees next to the house that's all. It's nothing to have a panic attack over.
I stand up and continue drying my hair with the towel my hands shaking uncontrollably as I walk to my room. My heart still racing in my chest. The image of the red eyes that utterly terrified me disappears making me feel like an idiot. Sometimes I wonder if I really am going crazy.
I close the door behind me gently so I won't disturb Charlie then throw my towel aside and run my hands down my face unable to take the anxiety. I slide down the door to the floor and begin to rock back and forth arms wrapped around myself so I don't shatter into a million pieces.
My heart beat barely starts to slow down all I want to do is laugh at my own complete stupidity. It was nothing just a tree. Just a tree! I close my eyes tightly desperately trying to convince myself that it was a tree. Just a stupid tree. I take a deep breath in through my mouth while I smooth my hair back and open my eyes as I let the breath out.
The daunting pale skin and red eyes stared at me from across the room. I take a deep breath to scream from shock but then I feel a tight cold suffocating grab to my throat as I'm thrown down to the floor my head smacks the ground painfully my body feels like it was submerged into ice water and I'm drowning. A hand covers my mouth and surprisingly it's warm with a disgusting metallic scent.
"Miss me?" He smiles.
I try my hardest to squirm or hit something to make a noise but I can't. His hand tightens and I see purple spots I try my hardest to breathe clawing at his hand.
He leans down to my ear his cold breath makes my heart speed up painfully. "Do you know how easy it would be to rip out your throat right now?" his icy lips brush along my neck resting on what I can only guess is a vein.
Tears fall and being unable to breathe makes my lungs feel like they are boiling inside of me. I'm going to die.
The hand that covered my mouth caress' my face the heat from his hand seems to linger on my face and cool tightening the skin there. As my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water I desperately try for air my heart is beating unstably.
"Lucky for you I just ate." He leans away from me so I can see his face. I notice his eyes are a fresh bright red. I try again to make a noise and move but he just smirks and holds my throat tighter. He leans back towards my neck his cold nose traces an pulsing artery he takes a deep breath as if he is having second thoughts about not letting me live. My throat burns like my lungs and my heart beats even faster yet slower if that's possible.
"Unfortunately I am not the only one who wants you dead Bella." he whispers into my ear slowly hissing my name. "This game will end soon enough have no fear only it will be hundreds of thousands more painful than this." he traces my scar with his thumb. My ears begin to ring and my eyes can't keep open much longer. "I'll make sure of it." He smirks my breathing turns into small squeaks slowly starting to become more faint. I feel like I'm drowning my heart studders starting to slow and my head feels foggy.
"Sweet dreams." He whispers before disappearing.
I gasp for air and I gag as I his cold weight is gone making me feel as heavy as a feather. I move on my hands and knees trying to conjure up any strength I have left to open the door. My arms and legs tremble as they begin to fill with excruciating pins and needles, I can barely hold myself up. I force myself involuntarily to my knees and reach for the handle barely able to see past the black spots I open the door slightly. My back pops causing a nauseating heat over my body.
I drop back to all fours and crawl out of my room into the bathroom I lock myself in. My hand rubs my sore neck black dots scattered everywhere I almost can't see where I am going. My arms and legs scream in protest as I move. I wheeze and cough I rock back and forth against the side of the tub trying desperately to calm down but the pain seems to intensify as time goes on.
My knees shake as I try to stand to see the damage. I lean on the wall to turn the light back on. Then make my way to the sink slower than a snail would. I grab the sink and breathe hard. It takes all my strength to stand straight my bones pop in pain.
I look in the mirror a dark hand like bruise starts to appear and there is dry blood on my mouth and cheek I turn on the water and wash my face even when the blood is gone I start to claw the areas like they are poisonous until my skin on my face feels raw. My stomach lurches I try to keep it down but I know I can't. I narrowly make it in time to the toilet to be sick.
Knock, knock, knock!!
"Bella? Are you alright?" Charlie yawns.
"No…" I groan in pain my voice hoarse and comes out as a whisper.
"Damn stomach flu has been going around for a while. Damn kids don't know when to take a day off…" Charlie mutters. "You should stay home for a couple of days. I don't want you getting worse than you already are."
"Thanks dad. You should go back to bed… I'm- I might be a while." Tears stream down my face. The burn in my throat gets worse as I get sick again.
"Ok…" it's silent as I continue to get sick. When my stomach has nothing left I stand shaking to brush my teeth and go to my room numbness washed over me emotionally. Physically I was burning. I turn off the light and open the bathroom door to see Charlie sitting on the ground leaning his back against his door he gets up. He noticed how shaky I am so he puts my arm around his shoulders and helps me to my room and into my bed.
He puts my small trash can nearby while he goes to get a wet washcloth for my head. I look to my nightstand and see two pain pills a glass of water along with some saltines. I sit up a bit to take the pills. the pain of stuff coming up wasn't as bad as the pills going down. Charlie comes back and puts the washcloth on my head "Thanks dad." I squeak, a faint smile on my lips he sits on the the edge of my bed his face almost invisible in the dark but I know he has a sad smile on his face as he moves my hair back from my face like any loving parent would before placing the cool wash cloth on my head.
"Night bells." He whispers patting my arm comfortingly. He walks out of the room closing my door behind him. I close my eyes and curl up under the warm blankets unable to sleep because I was afraid of the nightmares I would have of the red eyed man ripping some innocent person's neck and draining their blood.
I pull the blankets over my head trying to hide from him and whoever else he was talking about. I whimper and cry for hours before exhaustion took over unable to control it I fall asleep and the person getting their throat ripped out continued to change into people I knew or have met then became me having my throat ripped out and the dream was stuck on repeat. I cried in my sleep knowing that this would soon be my reality.
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