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"Well, Lucky, I guess that I will just have to tell our Aro about how you stole a woman form the feeding room," he said, with a menacing tone, a completely different side of him.

My breath caught in my throat. " No…" I whispered. Even if Roger couldn't suspect that I wasn't what I said I was, Aro wasn't that stupid. He would know. I mean, how ironic is it that my eyes were red, yet I saved a woman from being eaten?

And so Roger put his arms around me, and whispered, "I thought so…" and I didn't do anything to stop him.

I stared up at the ceiling. How could I have gotten myself into this huge mess? Now, I'm in a catch 22.

I can't go back home to Forks because I haven't stopped the Volturi and saved Jacob yet. Heck, I didn't even hear anything about planning to attack anywhere.

I can't run away from Roger or else he'll tell Aro, which will cause Aro to know that I'm not Lucky, which will cause Jacob to die.

If I stay with Roger, well, you know. He's so persistent. He thinks I like him. But he's mean. And stupid. And I hate him.

"Lucky! Baby! Open he door!" I heard from outside the in the hall. I inwardly groaned. Not again. How annoying could Roger get?

Unwillingly, I got up and went to the door, took in a deep breath, and opened the heavy wooden door.

Roger was standing there smiling a confident smile, holding a bouquet of freesia. A stab of pain went through my heart, and suddenly I couldn't breathe.

No, it reminded me of him again. But he was gone. A huge knot in my throat broke, and within minutes, I was sobbing, crying my heart out through dry tears.

Roger immediately put his revolting hands around me, almost giggling and saying, "Hehe. I surprised you so much today. I should bring these flowers more often."

I couldn't take anymore. His idioticy, his stupid smiles, his threats. At that moment all I wanted to do was wring that detestable neck.

Who cared if he told Aro? I'd be gone by then, and there'd be no way to catch me.

I'd be gone. And I wouldn't have to worry about anything again. Maybe I'd see him again, if he were gone, too. And then we would be forever in Heaven.

But what's the point? It's not like he likes me anymore. It's not like he ever did. But I wanted him back more than anything in the world.

"Go away, Roger! I hate you! You're not him! 'Cuz he's gone! Forever!" I screamed.

He looked taken aback. I hadn't acted like that to him since the first day, and he thought my feelings had changed.

But his next words surprised me. "Who is he?" He said, menace in his whisper.

Whoops. I had let that slip.

This was too much. I ran out of the room, down the hallway, out the doors, and into the night.

The stars overhead were full and twinkling, but I couldn't see their brightness. What light was there left in the world anyway?

I sat down next to the cold wall on the dark cobblestone street. The wall behind me was made of large pieces of rock, wore smooth by the ages.

I just sat there staring at the sky and thinking. I breathed in and out. Deep breaths.

It seemed like my life was only made of wishes now. I had nothing I wanted, and I wanted nothing I had. Except maybe Jacob.

I could almost see the reflection of the starlight on my eyes. Everything was peace. There were no humans in this place, and I was surprised Roger hadn't come harass me yet.

On second thought, he probably didn't know where I was.

I was still slightly sobbing, but the last spasms of nonexistent tears were beginning to fade.

I closed my eyes and imagined cool arms around me, a gentle female voice, like long dead Renee's, softly speaking into my ear.

I smiled.

Until I bolted upright and realized that I wasn't imagining those arms.

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