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Disclaimer: I've always wanted to go skydiving. Anybody else? And bungee jumping...and surfing. Sadly, I probably will never get to do any of those things. Just like I will never own Twilight. Sigh.
Less time. Every second was counting down.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
How much longer could he possibly wait? I would only become more and more nervous, and my family would only become more and more alert.
Edward and I were on the couch, and Emmett and Jasper were playing another game-a desperate attempt at normalcy. We had just been reminded how not normal everything was when Alice couldn't take me shopping(thank you, Edward), because Alice and Rosalie "wouldn't be able to protect me if need be."
I wish I didn't need protecting.
Jasper pitched a grenade into a building on-screen, and I couldn't help but think that I was one of those people in that building-a sitting duck. Sitting here, doing nothing, wasn't helping anything.
Suddenly, I stood from my seat next to Edward. "I need to take a walk," I said.
"I'll go with you." Edward announced.
I needed to think, and I had to be alone. I couldn't have distractions-even if they would be welcome under different circumstances.
As I walked out the door, I turned to Edward, putting my hand on his chest. "I need to do this alone." I said quietly.
"Bella, he-"
"Edward, I can't do this anymore-I can't live like this forever. I need to think."
He hesitated, his eyes pained, then said, "Alright, love. Don't go far."
"I won't, I promise. I love you." I said, turning away. I didn't hear his reply.
I walked quickly through the trees near the house, glancing over my shoulder every once in a while. If Damien knew when we would be at the mall, he definitely knew where I lived. And he would either have people watching the house, or he would be watching it himself.
Once I judged I had gone far enough, I laid against a tree and slid to the ground. I knew I was safe here-my family could hear me if I yelled loudly enough, even if Damien didn't know that.
Maybe I shouldn't hide anymore. I wasn't gaining anything by living like this, and I felt like a coward. Maybe getting it over with was the best idea-after all, I was barely living at the moment anyways.
"Isabella."
I looked up to see Damien standing over me. I shouldn't have come. My exchange with Edward had felt much too ominous, as if it would be my last time talking to him. Somehow, I knew this would happen. But now that it had, it felt right. Like this was supposed to happen. Which creeped me out even more than the fact that Damien was standing two feet away, looking down at me.
"Chace." I replied frostily.
"What are you doing out here in the woods, all alone?"
"I could ask you the same."
"I'm not alone." he answered, smiling.
Of course he would have as many people as possible surrounding us. It wasn't that he thought I might beat him in a fight-it was a show. He was trying to impress me. Of course, it also meant I couldn't make a run for it.
But did I want to make a run for it?
No. I didn't. But I wasn't going to let him take me without a fight. When he reached for my arm, I sidestepped and slapped him. He blinked once, his hand still hanging in the air, then turned slowly and lunged for me.
Pinning me to the ground, he said mockingly, "Why don't you yell for your family?"
"Good idea," I said, landing a punch, and possibly breaking his nose. "But I'd rather not."
He fell back for a moment, confused. I was grabbed from behind, and I struggled to break free. Slowly, he stood. "Let's go."
The person holding me pushed me forward, and I was hoping that the thing being held to the back of my neck wasn't a gun. We were walking through the woods, in a direction parallel to the house. Soon enough we came to the edge of the woods, and a familiar black car was waiting for us.
If you think about my situation, it was a drastic change. It went from a walk in the woods, to being guided at gunpoint through the forest by one of Damien's cronies. And I was starting to think maybe Damien wouldn't resort to skin only. After all, this guy had a gun. Who knows what Damien could do?