A/N : I know this chapter is slightly smaller than the last one but don't worry - chapter 03 is bigger.
Also, I just wanted to thank everyone who had reviewed my first chapter : jennyx00, Rachel657062, bloodsinger, alittlebitwarped, Almondimply, and Teenage Hope. You guys are the best!
Disclaimer : If I could own Edward and Bella I would, but alas I don't. Hell, I would take ANY of the characters, except maybe Jacob...well, maybe I would keep pre-werewolf Jacob...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 02
I could feel the cold, perfectly smooth fingers trace my face tenderly for a beat before the linoleum was no longer under me. The perfect body held me tenderly and tightly at the same time as lean arms enclosed me in a perfect alcove of stone.
"My bella...how could I let it come to this..." His breath traveled over my skin and left goose bumps in it's wake, the sensation more real to me than anything these past months. The velvet voice soothed my frazzled nerves some and I heard a sorrowful moan escape from what I believed was my own throat before air was rushing around my whole body as I picked up.
-
I awoke from my hazy dream slowly, new tears pricking my eyes as I remembered the pure agony in his velvet voice as he said my name. My mind seemed to love to torture me with unfulfilled fantasies. I finally understand why he left me, why he broke it off before it got too serious, yet my heart still can't seem to let him go.
I took in a shaky breath and opened my eyes to a dark room. The tears made it harder to adjust and I just laid perfectly still, waiting for my vision to clear up. My hands dug into the comforter wrapped around my body as I tried to steady my breathing.
Realization slowly dawned in my mind and I sat up, groggily rubbing my eyes clear of the last few tears that remained there. I finally viewed my own room in the darkness; my bed underneath my frail body, my favorite comforter wrapped snugly around myself. Confusion slowly over-took my numbing pain for the moment and I was able to calmly stand up and look all the way around my room.
The last thing I remembered was collapsing on the kitchen floor, listening to Jacob's painful howl get fainter and fainter as he ran away. Even now I could almost make myself still hear his cries when the thought graced my mind and I braced myself for the pain, breathing out of my mouth until I got better control of my emotions. My room looked exactly the same as I remembered it but I seemed oddly out of place standing there, feeling like I was just a ghost intent on haunting the house, pretending to be alive.
I had no memory of coming up the stairs or climbing into my bed, nor did I remember ever even waking up while downstairs, except for the lingering hazy dream nipping at my emotions.
How did I get up here?
"Dad..." I finally answered myself, instantly regretting that he had to see me like that once more. I knew deep down in my bones that it was hard enough for him the first time around - I didn't think him nor I might actually come out of this second time whole; not that I had went into this new-bout of depression anywhere near being whole.
A cold breeze blew across my arms and I shivered, inhaling the cool scent of rain wafting in from the open window. Instantly I pictured him in my minds eye, climbing through the opening like he had did countless times, a half smile tugging at his lips when he hopped through - caused by his amusement of sneaking around, he had once confided in me.
I could feel the unnatural turn in my breathing pattern and staggered quickly forward, nearly tripping over my own feet in an effort to slam the window shut before I started to gasp with pain brought on by the memory. That window hadn't been opened since the last time he climbed through it, and I wasn't about to leave it open now. My fingers slipped off the latch more than once before I finally got it slammed shut and stumbled back, eyeing it warily from my bed.
I ran a shaky hand through my hair and stood up once more, going for my door. I walked dazed down the hallway and steps, ending up in the kitchen. Ignoring the tremor in my eye as the memories filtered through my mind, I headed for the sink slowly, almost in a daze. I pulled down a plastic cup, not trusting my shaking hands for a glass, and filled it up slowly with cold water. I forced the tap water down my throat, not allowing myself to gag as it sloshed into my stomach. I was still swallowing when I caught the front door hanging wide open in the corner of my eye.
I knew full well that Charlie would never leave our front door wide open, not with him being a cop. I swallowed the last sip of water with difficulty and slowly placed the cup on the counter. The fear started to build in my body but I made my frozen feet step forward, edging me closer to the open screen door. I finally reached the handle and stepped through the doorway hesitantly, looking around. It took me less than a second to notice that my truck was the only vehicle in the driveway and I shivered, suddenly throwing my body into gear and dragging the door shut, latching the bolt.
I raced back up the stairs, knowing that the only reason I was running was not just because Charlie's police cruiser wasn't in the driveway - meaning I was home alone - but because it hinted to the fact that maybe Charlie had not been the one to carry me upstairs.
Someone else had been in my house tonight.
As soon as I shut my bedroom door I felt better, like it somehow protected me from my fright downstairs. I backed away, keeping my eyes on the door, somehow seeming to will myself into believing that if I just kept doing this, kept looking at the old wooden door, nothing would be coming to get me. My heart rate slowed down finally and I let my eyes linger from my door, turning to glance out my window and froze, instantly throwing my back up against the wall.
"Oh my-" I cut my scream off as I got a look as the person sitting on my windowsill. The wind gently blew around their body, the open window letting in the misty rain that was still clinging in their hair. It sparkled in the shafts of moon filtering in, forming a blanket of shadow to take place around their form.
Dark, piercing eyes were glued to my face intently; so much that when I gazed into them, my whole world tilt, sending my body crashing toward the floor.
TBC
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I hope you guys liked it. Please review and let me know what you think! I have the next few chapters done already I just have to go back through them and fix my typo's and all that (my personal hell - I always miss a few and don't see them till it's posted!!) but I should be posting chapter 03 within the next few days. So review, review, review before the next chapter is posted:)