I would just like to say the poems in the chapters are not mine. The only ones I made up myself are chapter 1, 2, and 4. the poems are written by beautiful talented writers who I will be posting the names up on my site once this story is completed.

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Chapter 30

Bella's POV

I needed to get home. I couldn't stay here any longer. One night when Matthew was sleeping in the other room to give me some space I had decided to go. I crept down the stairs praying to gods I didn't loose a step or fall out of thin air. I looked round for the front door. And found it on the last corner of the left. I looked behind me to make sure he hadn't woken up. I then looked to the front door. I hurried against it nearly running. I was half way there when someone tackled me to the wall holding me in place.

"Where do you think your going" he asked I tried to struggle out of his grip

"Matthew let me go"

"No" I loosened my arms free and started to hit him but he grabbed them tightly and forced them above my head. His body very close to mine.

"Matthew let me go" I hissed

"No Bella, we're meant to be together"

"Matthew that might have been the case along time ago but not now, I'm engaged"

he looked at me total silence filled the house.

"Engaged?"

"Yes"

his emotions were all over his face, anger, hurt, fear, betrayal, anger, hurt again.

"No, you can't marry him"

"Matthew, please let me go" I begged not being able to loosen myself.

"Bella we are meant for each other"

"Matthew we were young"

"It was only three years ago!" he shouted, I flinched back "Hpw can you stand there and tell me it was only because we were young" he shook his head "Let me tell yo something Isabella Marie Swan" he hissed "We're meant to be together I know it we're perfect for each other"

"Matthew how do you know that"

"Because I just do" he put his head down onto my forehead, I didn't like how close we were. "With out a thought to spare. My life seems incomplete, since you left me in despair." He looked me fully in the eyes as he continued "I'm tangled up in you, With the thoughts of our past, I try not to reminisce but my mind moves to fast." He brushed his lips against mine, not kissing me but I knew he wanted to I tried to struggle against his grip and yet again failed "In my dreams I am lost in your eyes. I'm swallowed by your smile. I'm tortured by your lies. I'm tangled up in you." I was right when he had sent that letter to me a couple of days before Valentines day this boy was in deep pain, believing in himself he truly loves me. "Whatever you have done? What spell have you cast? What game have you won? I'm tangled up in you. Reminded of your laughter Not to have forgotten your silence My heart broken with your slander." He closed his eyes and I saw a tear drop. I gasped at the sight "I'm tangled up in you. Warmed by your kisses Missing your skilled touch Casting pennies while making silent wishes. I'm tangled up in you.
Longing for your return." He looked at me again his eyes filled with pools of water. "Your fingers laces in between mine." He laced our fingers above my head when he said that "When will I ever learn? I'm tangled up in you. But you have since forgotten. My posts never answered. Your heart is not wanting I'm tangled up in you. Dreaming of our future Even though you're just my memory.
My heart still tortured..." he looked at me and then at my lips

"Matthew, don't…" he cut me off by kissing me forcefully. Holding me against him as I attempted to struggle. He tilted his head in order to try and deepen the kiss but I stood still not moving any part of my body to encourage is attack on me. he eventually pulled back.

"Kiss me Bella" he begged in a whisper. The tears which were on his face becoming more frequent

"No, Please let me go home"

his face looked pained

"Do you remember everything that happened?"

"Yes" I lied, he smiled

"You were always a bad liar, your staying here" he reached for something behind his back and put it over my face. I tried to wiggle again out of his grip but the stiff on the napkin was strong, it knocked me deep into a sleep.