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Now back to some more Edward and Bella action.

I sat down in my regular seat in Biology and hoped that none of the Cullen's were going to be in this class with me trying to marry me off to Edward. Unfortunately for me, that didn't happen.

Just before the bell rang, Edward Cullen himself, strolled in looking cool, calm, and collected—the opposite of me. I was a jittery mess and I didn't like it one bit. He walked right up to my lab table and sat down next to me, but he didn't say anything and neither did I. I didn't want to be anywhere near him—not after what went on in the bathroom. He thought he knew everything but he didn't know a damn thing about me and I planned on keeping it that way.

Class seemed to drag on endlessly and Edward wasn't helping the matter whatsoever. He just sat there staring at me—almost studying me—and it was extremely nerve-wracking. Just when I was about to crack and say something sarcastic, the bell rang—thank god—and I booked it out of the room as fast as my legs would carry me and miraculously managed to stay on my feet.

The remaining two classes of the day went without incident. None of the Cullen's were in any more of my classes for which I was extremely thankful. I don't think I could have handled dealing with anymore of them today without killing myself or them—not a good first impression.

When I got home, I went straight upstairs and fell asleep. I had been extremely tired lately. When I woke up it was dark outside and I felt my phone vibrating underneath me signaling I had a call. By the time I found it the person had hung up and there was no number for me to call back. That's weird. Normally people didn't call me at all. A few minutes later I got a text message.

I've missed you Bella. Who the hell is texting me stuff like this? Why would anyone miss me anyway? It's not like I'm the life of the party or anything. A minute later I received another text.

I've been watching you. You've grown up to be quit the beautiful woman, Bella. This was really starting to creep me out. I decided to text them back and get to the bottom of this insanity.

Who is this??? Less than a minute later my phone buzzed again.

I'll see you soon, Bella. Don't forget, I'm always watching. I tried texting back but received no reply. My stomach chose that moment to make itself known. I headed downstairs where Charlie was passed out on the couch. I quickly warmed up some food in the microwave and ate it, all the while thinking about the mystery texts. I had no idea as to who would send something like that to me. Maybe it was a wrong number and I would never have to figure out who sent them. Of course that seemed unlikely since they called me by name, but some wishful thinking never hurt anyone, did it?

After I had finished eating I starting climbing the stairs to head up to my room and get ready to sleep for hours, but before I could get all the way up them, Charlie stopped me. I guess he woke up.

"Hey, Bells. How was your day?" Charlie wasn't normally a talkative person which was a good thing for me. I didn't have to worry about him figuring anything out about what was going on with me. He didn't like the whole sharing feelings thing.

"It was fine dad, you?" I just wanted to get to my room so I could go back to sleep, for good.

"Not so good, Bells. We found a seventeen year old girl dying in the woods. She'd been raped repeatedly and some sick bastard just left her there to die. Can you believe someone would do that? It's sickening. Good thing we got to her in time. She's at the hospital now, but she should live," he told me.

Oh God. God no. This couldn't be happening; not now, when everything was starting to become normal again. I started hyperventilating—I thought I was going to have a panic attack and end up in the hospital—and Charlie looked over at me like I was going insane—who knows, maybe I am. "That's terrible, dad, really terrible. I'm just gonna go on up to my room now. See you tomorrow." God, to think what Charlie would say if he knew the same thing happened to his little girl years ago.

There was no way that James was behind this. It just wasn't possible. I thought he was done with me. I thought he got what he wanted three years ago. Why did he have to come back now? I finally had a chance at forgetting what he put me through and now he had to pop back up again. I won't be able to handle it if he gets to me again. I won't be able to go on anymore. I won't be able to live.

Okay, think logically. There's one more month of school left. Surely I can avoid him for that long and then when school is over, I can go away somewhere—anywhere. It might hurt Charlie but I could do it. I'd have to do it—to protect myself and probably him too. Ya that could work. I just have to keep going for one month and then everything will be fine. I'll run away from here, somewhere where James will never find me and live my life out without being scared of him.

After I figured that out I finished all of my homework so that I could keep my grades up and use college as an excuse to leave. Perfect. I finished everything and went to sleep knowing that I had a plan to stick to so I could not get close to any one of the Cullen's like Alice seems to think I will. I had to leave and make sure no one followed after me, so that meant no lasting relationships with anyone. I could do that. After all, I'd been doing it for three years so far, what's one more month? Surely I can handle that. As I lay on bed that night trying to fall asleep, I had the sinking feeling that I couldn't handle that—not anymore. Not with people willing to care about me right there in front me—within my reach.

And man was I right on target with that one.

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