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What happened next is all a massive rush. While I keep my head down, breath broken in shock and fear, I hear Sam ask Brady what was wrong. I try to shift my feet under my crouch as I'm scared that you can see my converse through the gaps in the trees, but because of this I can't hear what they're saying to each other. I can hear Sam pretty clearly, he's insisting that Brady just imagined me, but why on earth would he do that? Plus, Sam sounds worried about something, as if he should maybe look to see if I'm there. What are they hiding?

But I can't hear Brady's reply. All I can hear is him saying 'smell, Sam, can you smell her?' I have no idea what that meant, and I definitely do not stink, so maybe he's being purposefully annoying to lure me out. I'm terrified, my hands are shaking. If Rachel finds out I followed her, she'll kick up a massive fuss. My breathing has picked up, and I'm scared that if I open my eyes then one of them will be standing right in front of me.

All that happened in just a few seconds. I know, unbelievable. But Brady sounded like he was in a panic mode, and when I hear footsteps nearing the end of the clearing and towards the tree stump, I realize that I have to bloody run.

I try and run while keeping ducked down, making me look like some sort of camp vampire, but it doesn't exactly work when you're trying to run at the speed of light! Once I got out of the not-so-tree-covered area, I literally leap through branches and twigs, ducking under things so quickly that my head becomes a little sore. Oh God, please don't let them find me.

But they've noticed me. As soon as I even made a move out of the tree stump's cover, Brady let out a massive yell. Then a girl's screech, and then all the boys moved into action. I can tell they're boys because even their fast footsteps sound manly.

I try and try to run faster, but they're catching up. The amount of twigs that I'm snapping beneath my light feet isn't working. I'm running with a terrified expression on my face, water coming into my eyes – whether at the prospect of them catching up, or from the running, I don't know! - and darting glances over my shoulder. This is the most scared I've been in my life, how can this happen to me?

I run into something rock hard. And I mean rock hard. I can feel my brain move around in my head from the sharp impact, and immediately think 'damn you, fucking tree!'. But then I realize that the tree has hands, the tree has cold, cold, hands, and their grasping my shoulders to steady me.

I look up with my breathing so quick, feeling so scared, so dishevelled-looking, and into a pair of rather amused golden honey eyes.

While I stare at them, terrified of who the hell they are and the approaching boys, their eyes become shocked and then they narrow, searching my face. Trying to catch my breath and keep from screaming in fear, I look back while shaking slightly.

I hear the footsteps draw to a close behind me, and I can't help but noticed the angry tension they bring with them. Realizing that I'm now done for, I back away sharply from both the strange honey-eyed man and the group of boys who are glaring at him for some reason. I sound like I've been running, and maybe crying a little too, because my throat catches as I breathe.

As I curse my own stupidity for thinking that I could run away, I see that two of the boys who I've never seen before are holding Brady back. He's growling and shaking non-stop, and I feel even more scared by the vicious anger in his eyes as he glares at the honey-eyed dude.

"Edward," Sam addresses coolly, nodding at the guy I ran into as if he didn't have a raging boy behind him being held back.

After nodding just as coldly back, the man called Edward's eyes dart towards me, eyes deep in concentration.

I'm terrified, shaking in my converse, partly wet from the droplets of rain clinging to the twigs that I darted under and into when running from the bonfire. For once, I want my mum. I want someone who I can go to who won't threaten anyone, but provide endless comfort to their child. As great as Jordon is, he's not a mother. And with that thought, I suddenly realize that I will never have the comfort and love of a mother like everyone else, just discovering what it would mean to have a mother, and gulp back tears.

"Out alone, are we?" Sam asks, trying to be pleasant, but failing miserably.

"Yes. Sam, it seems we have a predicament on our hands. This girl was running away from you," he gestures toward me with a pale hand, "might I ask why?"

"With all due respect, Edward, that's not any of your business," Sam's voice has a cutting edge to it. The words may have been polite, but the tone was certainly not. I feel so unsafe here, what is going on, what are the guys' problem?

Edward has a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Actually, it is. Have you not noticed who she resembles, Sam?"

I can literally see Sam's teeth grit. He darts a quick, tight-jawed glance at me. I stare at him in fear.

"Yes, I have."

"Did you not think that perhaps we would have liked to know?" Edward seemed to have a slightly colder tone now, and his eyes narrow a little.

"I wanted to keep her safe," Sam growled, and somehow I get the feeling that there was more to that statement that perhaps was said in his mind but not aloud, but Edward somehow seemed to get it. He nodded, a slight smirk on his lips. He politely turns to me, and out of instinct – and being surrounded by men who are taller than me – I kind of flinch.

"Do you know who I am? I'm Edward Cullen," he asks charmingly.

Cullen... Cullen... wait, I know who he is. He's Bella's boyfriend. I like Bella, the Chief's daughter. She's lovely. I'm almost not scared due to the relief flowing through me. Almost.

"Are you... Bella's Edward?" I ask shyly, gulping.

He shoots me a dazzling smile which would have any other girl on their knees, perhaps he just liked being called 'Bella's Edward'.

"Yes, I am. In fact, I was just on my way to collect her to take her to my home. Would you care to join us?"

The boys are fuming, I can see them. My eyes look towards them, scared of them, and immediately realize that I want to leave. Now. I don't want to be here anymore. And I haven't seen Bella in a long time, she gives great hugs. We're both equally clumsy.

Edward suddenly smirks and I don't know why.

"Um, I guess, if it's okay?" I ask timidly. My hands are in my pockets because they're shaking with fear, and I've subconsciously stood as far away from the boys as possible.

"Of course not. My car is this way," he smiles at me comfortingly as he points to where I can see a silver Volvo parked through the gaps in the trees.

I look at Sam hopefully, and despite being still so scared, I don't want him to be mad at me. But he takes time out from glaring at Edward to give me a little smile. Mentally, I sigh in relief. I smile back, and as I walk behind Edward, I look at Brady and stop for a second. He was raging after Edward, but when my eyes meet his, they're filled with sorrow. I don't know why, and I wish I could find out, but the events of tonight have worn me out, and I just want to be somewhere safe.

Next chapter coming within the next two days! :)