I let the double doors swing wide open as I stood there debating my next move.

I had never had this much freedom and I was hesitant of it like he was watching from around a corner waiting for me to do something wrong or something he didn't like.

My feet moved, though, and I ventured out into the quiet hallways.

There was no sign of life but this was only a small part of the house and I was sure that the others were moving around somewhere else.

I took my time in the hallway allowing my eyes to scan the pictures on the wall and the design in the carpet.

I reached the swinging door that led to the kitchen and allowed my body to pass through it.

There Esme stood by the sink humming what sounded like a lullaby to herself. I tried to remain quiet as I moved through the room as to not stop her from her tune.

Her humming came to a stop and without looking up at me she said "Bella, it's so nice to see you up and moving"

I didn't respond but simply allowed the corner of my mouth to switch up to show that I had heard her and appreciated it.

"Would you like to help me peel this fruit since Edwards not here for you to make breakfast for"?

I silently moved to her side and took a small knife that had been sitting on the counter. I tried to mimic her fluid movements and how delicately her hands glided of her piece of fruit. I was much clumsier and I would take of more then just the skin, she treated it like an art. I was probably so bad at it because I spent more time watching her petite hands then watching my own.

Time passed easily as we stripped the skin from the fruit, but really what was time here?

Time didn't matter to anyone here, at least not the woman.

We simple moved through each day like ghost repeating each action like the day before.

I helped the three women take out breakfast for the remaining men and took my place beside them and allowed my mind to drift like I did at every meal.

After breakfast I followed my daily chores. As usual I helped clean the house and returned to the bedroom to collect the sheets that still held the events from last night.

I stripped each blanket from the bed and shook each pillow from its case and carried the large bundle to the cleaning room.

I put the bundle into the washer and followed the steps I had been shown previously. Once the machine was working on its own I leaned up against the side of it and found myself wondering where Edward was.

What did he do when he went off? Did he hold a job?

It seemed as if the four men never left the house so I brushed off the fact of a job that required them to leave the property. I had never noticed anyone absent in the time I had been here so I took it to be a personal trip.

I fid that occasionally my day dreams take over so much that I loose gaps of time because before I knew it the buzzing of the washer was going off to let me know it was time.

They had a dryer but on days such as today where the sun shinned brighter then you thought possible you took them out to be lined dry.

It was like being out in the middle of the woods when you stepped out of the house; in fact I was sure that we were in the middle of the woods. I didn't know where but from the looks of it, seemed like we could be miles from civilization.

Strong tight lines had been pulled between two oak trees allowing me somewhere to hang the blankets and on a tree was a basket that had been nailed in place holding the clothes pins.

I figured this is where the intoxicating fragrance of lavender came from because when I looked around there were thousand of wild flowers that covered the outside floor.

I stared at the mixtures of colors on the grass floor, greens, purples, pinks and yellows melted together; it was so hypnotizing I hardly noticed that there seemed to be a difference in my surroundings.

I was the distinct feeling you get when you think someone is in the same room as you that wasn't before. I looked around but I had created a sea of sheets and blankets moving in the wind from the lines.

I stilled my movements to try to hear something but the sounds of nature were defining in the silence.

My heart jumped when I saw a shadow from behind one of the white linens. It was a slender figure so I knew it wasn't the bigger one but it was more slender then Edwards. Even through a silhouette I could tell there was less muscle mass to be the one I was expecting.

I saw the figure moving slowly behind the sheets watching the image of a finger trailing across them as he moved.

I tried to continue my business; it wasn't my place to ask why.

This was their home, I had no right to ask one of the men why they were walking on their own property.

After an excruciating few moments a figure rounded the corner from behind one of the sheets and my heart took another jump.

It wasn't Edward.