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Chapter 3
I waited for about five minutes before I attempted to sneak out. I tiptoed up the stairs as quietly as I could, which wasn't an easy task. The third and fifth steps squeaked like hell, but I think I managed to pull it off without making too much noise.
I snuck down the corridor, taking the door to the left as I was reasonably sure Edward had turned right. It led me into a large open floor plan room, which looked as if it had once been used as a warehouse. There were cages and carts everywhere, as well as cardboard boxes and pieces of paper.
I scanned the room looking for a way out. That was when I spied a door at the opposite end of the hall. I prayed that it led outside. I hurried towards it, making extra effort to be quiet. The last thing I needed was to be caught before I had a chance to escape.
As I reached for the handle, someone spoke out, causing me to jump.
"Going somewhere?"
I turned around to see the man from the basement, Paul. He was standing behind me, sneering at me as if I was a bug waiting to be squashed by his shoe.
I didn't like him.
He definitely gave me an off vibe. There was something very wrong about him.
I tried the handle and Paul grabbed my arm, yanking me away from the door, but before I had the chance to ask him what the hell his problem was someone called out from the other end of the hall.
It was Edward.
"Bella?"
Who the hell was Bella?
Was he talking to me?
"What's going on?" he asked as he hurried over, eyeing us both.
"She was trying to leave," Paul snarled.
Edward glanced at me and then turned back to Paul. "Go," he growled. "Go and inform the others that she's awake."
Paul glared at me before he reluctantly let me go and left through my escape route.
Others? What the hell did he mean by others?
A chill ran down my spine.
I didn't care how nice Edward appeared to be. Appearances could be deceiving and if he planned on bringing others here than I knew that could be bad for me, especially if they were waiting for me to wake up.
I had to get out of here and sooner rather than later.
"You can't leave," Edward said as if he had read my mind. "Not yet anyway." He locked the door and turned to me, putting his hand on the small of my back as he tried to guide me back through the warehouse.
"Who are you?" I snapped, pulling away from him. "And where am I? Why are you keeping me here? What the hell have I ever done to you?"
"I already told you who I am," Edward answered calmly.
"You told me your name, not who you are," I corrected him.
I expected him to answer the rest of my questions then, but he didn't. Instead, he gently touched me, trying to guide me back. "C'mon on, dinner will be getting cold."
Was he for real?
I wasn't willingly going to go anywhere with him, not when I had no idea what was going on or who he was and why I was here.