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Chapter 2: Does She Know?

That night, only a few hours after her jump, I peeked through her window again. Just like the first night she was staring at that rocking chair again. My brow furrowed as I gauged her emotions. An angry cocktail of pain, fear, and defeat expanded from her, with a hint of disbelief mixed in.

Looking closer I saw a slight difference in her facial expression from a few nights ago. She wasn't just staring blankly at the chair. No, this time she looked like she was concentrating. Like she wasn't really paying attention to it. Suddenly a wave of irritation washed over her and her face scrunched up angrily. Her fist abruptly swung out and knocked the lamp off her bedside table, shattering as it hit the ground.

The scent of blood reached me a moment later, locking me in place. Closing my eyes, I swallowed back the venom that pooled in my mouth at the delicious aroma. I opened my eyes again and forced myself to focus on her again. Blood streamed across her knuckles from the glass and she was cursing furiously under her breath.

A soft knock on the door startled her. Her father pushed open the door slowly, poking his head inside. "You okay, Bells?" Chief Swan asked cautiously, glancing around the room nervously. "Yeah," she mumbled, clutching her injured hand, "I accidentally hit the lamp." My eyes narrowed at her lie. Her father's eyes flitted to the shards of glass and then to her hand. "You need help with that?" he nodded to the blood.

"No, Dad. It's fine," she replied shortly, standing and maneuvering her way around the broken pieces. She pushed past him as he muttered and withdrew to his room, "M'kay." I watched as she disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of running water reached me. A few minutes later she emerged, her hand wrapped and the smell of antiseptic in a cloud around her.

She reached into the hall closet and pulled out a broom and dust pan before returning to her room. She knelt next to the nightstand and started to slowly sweep the shattered glass into the pan. Once she was sure she had every piece cleared she dumped them into her garbage can and returned to broom to the closet.

She reentered her room and shut the door softly behind her before perching herself on the edge of the bed. "Oh, Bella," I breathed silently. Her head jerked in my direction, fixated on the window. Her gaze caught mine and she froze. Seconds later a strangled cry fell from her lips as she stared at me.

Without a thought I dropped to the ground silently and took off into the trees. She saw me! Dammit, how the hell did she know I was there? I stopped a few feet into the brush, listening. Her window was creaking open and I could hear her peering out into the night, her breathing ragged and troubled.

I prayed that she would think that she was imagining things. It was silent for a few more minutes and then the window slid shut again and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I sat at the forest's edge for a few more hours, waiting until her breathing even out and signaled that she was asleep. Once I was sure that she was out cold I took off back to the old Cullen house and settled into my room. It had taken her until eleven to finally fall asleep. She should have been sleeping much sooner. Lord knew that she needed it.

Tired of my worrying I dug one of my old war books out from underneath the bed. I sat on my bed reading for a long time, memories of my war days flooding through my mind. Everything was tuned out until a single sound caught my attention and I looked around in confusion.

Listening closely I heard a truck turned onto the road that led to the house. I glanced at the clock in surprise. It was two in the morning. Who would be coming here at this time? It had to be someone that was lost; they just needed to turn around or something. That thought was quickly dashed as I recognized the sound of the truck. And then I caught her scent. Bella.

Bella was here, driving down the driveway to this house. What the hell? I darted through the house, immediately replacing the white sheets over the furniture and flipping off lights, making it look as though no one had been here since we left. She couldn't know that I was here.

In my room, I stuffed my bag and all my stuff into the closet and slammed it shut before leaping out the window, satisfied that everything was hidden. I disappeared into the trees just as her red truck pulled into the driveway and shuddered to a halt, the engine cutting out.

I watched cautiously as she stepped out of the car, her arms wrapped tightly around her torso. She stared up at the house in silence, terror running through her.

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