Well I'm glad some of you liked it =) I think I'll continue it, at least for a while.
A warm hand grabbed me. Just like last time, it pulled me foreword. 'DON'T TOUCH ME!' I shouted, scared. But this made me start to slip. Ha, I was going to fall. He couldn't get me. But wait. No! He was grabbing me, pulling me away from the river.
I was on cement now. He was holding onto me restraining me. I screamed and thrashed. I had to get away. But I was weak, like last time. Not again. It was happening again. But like last time, I was weak. I slumped and began to cry. What was he going to do to me first? Whatever it was, I hoped it wasn't with a knife.
He picked me up and I started screaming. We were going towards his car. My hair stood on edge as he whispered that he meant no harm. Bull shit. But strangely, he put me in the back seat and began to drive me home. I closed my eyes and curled up, shaking from the cold and from fear. I needed to escape. But soon I was drifting and floating. I needed to escape…I needed to get out…I needed to……I….
I woke up under a warm, cotton blanket. I groaned at the fact that I even woke up at all. That wasn't supposed to happen. What happened last night? My head was heavy and fuzzy. But what I did know was that this wasn't my home, and this wasn't the hospital. This was a person's house a person who….
And then everything flowed back to me.
That man, he took me to his house.
He kidnapped me.
…And I fell asleep.
I shot out of the strange, unknown bed. This was definitely not my apartment. It was to warm, too f friendly. It was suffocating. And I needed to get out. I walked out of the room and there he was; on the couch, reading the newspaper.
"Ah, you're awake!" He stood and dropped the paper to the coffee table. I backed away as he approached me.
"Don't hurt me," I said defensively. He gave me a confused look that soon turned to shock as he saw me pulling out my wallet and throwing it to the ground "Here, take my money. Just let me go." I said frantically, still backing away.
"Wait..what?" He gave a look like I'd shot him in the chest "I'm not going to hurt yo- Ah! Watch out!" But it was too late. I'd backing into the end table and tripped over the led. I flew backwards onto his wooden floor.
"Shit…" I mumbled. I could already feel the red, warm, oozy liquid coming out of my head. It made me dizzy, and I felt like I was going to puke.
"Are you all right?" He asked. I nodded tentatively. I was so stupid, tripping like that. He seemed sort of friendly though, and I was pretty sure that if he was going to murder me, he would've done it already. He was just a stupid Good Samaritan who'd stopped me from killing myself. How foolish. He didn't what he was dealing with. But it'd be a matter of time before he hated me, just like everyone else. "What's your name?" He asked, holding out his hand – which I denied- to help me up.
"I-Isabella….but I'd prefer Bella…."He smiled down at me.
"Bella…that's a beautiful name," He told me with a crooked grin that was so pure and disorienting. No it's not. It's a horrible name. I hate my name. I tried to stand and wobbled a bit dizzy. Blood crawled down my neck and the nauseous feeling grew. I steadied myself by holding onto the couch.
"Bella, I'm going to call my father. He's a doctor. He'll check out your head. It looks like it might be serious," He moved towards me to get a better look. I took a step backward. Human contact wasn't really my thing, to say the very least.
"Um no, you don't have to do that," I mumbled. Truth is, I hate doctors. Every time I saw one, they'd prescribe me something new. Something I didn't need. Or at least I thought I didn't need, "I'm fine…"
"All right then, but you should sit down until the dizziness stops," I didn't know. Why was this stranger being so…nice? He turned to me again, "I make some breakfast, if you're hungry." When was the last time I'd eaten? Maybe just a bite or two. "Oh," He added and turned around, flashing a smile that made the tips of my toes tingle. "My names Edward. Edward Cullen."
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