Disclaimer- I don't own any of the original Twilight characters.

So sorry it took so long to post this chapter. I'm still looking for a co-writer, so you know if you're interested just PM me. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to JCreader who has commented on every chapter. If you like it then REVIEW! I LOVE REVIEWS!

~Cara

Chapter 3

As if he sensed me staring he turned around and started grinning. I waited for him to laugh. I waited for him to call me a freak or ugly or maybe just stare like he did at the beach. I rubbed a scar as he walked closer. He didn't stare or laugh or call me a name he just said, "I'm Seth, we met at the beach. Remember?" I didn't say anything; I just spun on my heel and walked back over to Rebecca who was trying to hold four ice cream cones. I take two, "C'mon Rebecca. I wanna go home," I said. She frowned, "Why do you-" she stopped short when she saw him. Her eyes narrowed and she shot him her famous "I'll kill you and I'll do it with a smile on my face" glare. He didn't shrink away. "Did he say something to you?" she whispered, her eyes still locked on him. I shook my head, "Can we please go?" I asked. She nodded, "Yeah," she said and I started to follow her out of the door. "Wait!" he yelled. I didn't stop. He grabbed my arm. I couldn't hear what he said. All I could see was him. I wasn't in the ice cream shop anymore.

He grabbed my arm, "Stay still," he ordered. I thrashed around. He was going to hurt me again; I could see it in his eyes. I glanced at the weapons on the table. He grabbed me by the neck, "I said stay still!" he screamed then let go of my neck, pushing me into the pillar. My head started to throb. He grabbed a syringe, that's what the shots were called he told me, and stuck in a bottle of bright green liquid. Bright green like the color of Becca's room. Becca would make the bullies stop being mean to me on the playground, and she promised that she would never let anyone hurt me. She can't stop him, though. No one can stop him. He turned around and squatted down in front of me, "Let's try the green now, shall we," he said. I shook my head, "Please, please, please, please, no," I whispered. He slapped me, "Shut up Riley," he said. He smiled at me then put the syringe on my arm in the same place he always put them. He pushed it into me. I didn't feel anything for a second, but then everything started to hurt. I screamed.

"Riley. Riley, he's gone now. Riley it's me. It's Becca, your sister. I'm right here, Ok? I'll never let him hurt you again," she I heard Becca say. Everything came back into focus. Becca was holding me and rocking me back and forth. I couldn't catch my breath, "B-B-B-Becca," I tried to say. My head was still pounding even though I hit it eleven years ago. She sighed in relief, "Hey Riles. You ok?" she asked. I took a deep breath and nodded, "I-I-I- how long?" I asked. "It doesn't really matter," she said. I frowned, "How long?" I asked. "Three hours," she said. Three? "Do mom and dad know?" I asked. She shook her head, "When I got back they were gone. They didn't even wait for their ice cream," she said. "Don't tell them. I don't want to go back there," I said. She nodded, "I won't. But they're going to find out, and when they do-" I cut her off. "Just don't tell them," I said. She sighed. I finally took a few seconds to see where I was. I was in Becca's room sitting on her bed. "Guess who is waiting downstairs?" she asked.

"Who?"

"Beach Boy," she said. I took in a sharp breath, "He's here?" I asked. Why is he here? Becca actually let someone who looked at me to long into our house? She nodded, "He had a car and drove us home. Then he wouldn't leave. It's a little creepy, but if you want him gone then I'll go tell him," she said. I took a second to think. He saw me having a "fit", drove me home, then waited for three hours downstairs? Why? I looked down at myself. I was covered in sweat. I looked at a piece of my hair. It wasn't curly anymore, it was damp and limp. I didn't want him to see me like this. I don't know why but for some reason I kind of wanted to impress him. I nodded, "Can you please tell him I say thank you?" I asked. She nodded and got out of the bed, heading towards the door. "And Becca," I said and she turned around, "Tell him if he wants he can come back tomorrow," I said. Her face softened and she nodded.

I burrowed deeper into Becca's blankets. I didn't want to get her bed all gross and sweaty, but I was so tired. I felt drained even though I'd just woken up a few hours ago. My mind began to drift to him. I tried to block him out, but sometimes I just couldn't. I hated him so much for what he did to me. I want him to die. I want to hurt him like he hurt me. He stole my childhood. He stole my life. He took everything from me and I hate him more than anything for that. But I was also scared of him. Scared that he would fulfill the promise he made to me the day he let me go. Scared that he was going to take me again and it would happen again. Stop it. Stop thinking about him. Go to sleep. My eyes fluttered closed and this time I didn't dream about him.

I dreamt about Seth.

I know this is short and I'm sorry about that, but like I said I'm having a bit of trouble with this story. Seriously if ANYONE wants to co-write with me the offer still stands. Also does anyone want Becca to get imprinted on?

~Cara