I stared down at the table, frowning at my hands as I listened to this asshole rant on and on about himself, and how he didn't like how I dressed.

Jasper had warned me that Jacob would be egotistic, but I never thought he had his head so far up his ass that he was all he could see.

As it was I was growing more and more bored of this jackass and his games. His last comment had me restraining myself as it was to keep from stabbing him.

Still, it wasn't getting easy, especially when I had to maneuver away to keep his grimy paws off of me.

Sad, weak Bella was what I needed to be in order to bring down this sleaze and his comrades. Frankly, I couldn't wait to be free of this mongrel, and his dog-like tendencies.

So, letting out a slow breath from my lips, I shook my head slowly from side to side before blinking rapidly to make my eyes water.

"Is this really what you think of me?" I asked, feigning hurt.

The asshole had the audacity to crack a smile and shake his head in disbelief as he took another sip of the drink he had ordered almost two hours ago.

"It's a no-brainer, honestly. I mean, come on Bella, we've been going out since freshman year. What did you expect? You're frigid. You have your nose in a book half the time. Oh, and you won't even put out. How can our relationship progress if we don't explore anything?" Jacob asked, trying to coax me.

My stomach churns in disgust. Clenching my fist to resist the sudden anger and disbelief I felt.

This mongrel actually believed I would ever get in bed with him? How would that have happened if his dick was always in any set of tits and legs that walked past him? Disgusting.

I shook my head at him, in disgust, before looking at the clock that hung right beside the door before shaking my head once more.

Without thinking twice I grabbed my glass of lemonade and tipped it over his head. "That's not going to ever happen. Especially since you just admitted to cheating on me with Lauren and Michela. Don't call me, don't look for me, hell, don't even breathe in my direction. In fact, erase my number because I don't want anything to do with you. Have a nice life, jackass." I say, as I grab my things and rush out the door.

As I walked out of the warmth of the restaurant, and into the night, I noticed just how drastically the climate had plummeted in the time since I had been inside the restaurant. It's mid-October, and within the city of Westhaven, New York it seems that Mother Nature has decided to be crueler than usual.

I pulled out my phone and tried to call the one person who usually had my back on this type of horrendous nights when I noticed my phone was dead.

I sighed walking slowly as I wrapped my long, thick trench coat around my body tightly and quickly pulled on my scarf, wool knit hat, and gloves.

My already crappy mood plummeted further as I realized I now had to walk five miles home. In this fucking weather.

"Fucking Asshole," I muttered angrily, as I wrapped my coat tighter to my body, realizing I forgot my wallet at home as I walked.

I guess no taxi then.

The entire walk home seemed to clear my head and slightly lighten my mood though. Even in cold weather, it isn't all that bad when you can get distracted for a little while.

I had just passed my neighbor's house when I heard a loud crash, glass breaking, and the familiar horrified screams of Tori.

As quickly as possible I ducked behind the fence between our yards, and into the bushes, pressing my hand firmly over my mouth and nose to keep myself quiet. I could feel my eyes widen in terror as I watched two large men drag a half-conscious Laurent and his wife, Irina, out of the Hunters' residence followed by two more large men pushing James out the door.

I gawked at how badly beaten both men were. Irina looked like she took a few hits as well.

Who the hell hits a woman? Damn Neanderthals.

I was debating whether or not to help when I noticed a dark van pull up at the curb before all three of them were shoved into the van, as another one of the men walked out of the house, carrying an already unconscious Tori, hanging limply in his arms.

As the van sped away, disappearing down the road I stayed there in my hiding place gasping, fear coursing through my veins as I realized that I witnessed a possible crime.

The shock I felt nailed me in place, as I sat there unable to move even an inch of my body.

What the hell was that? Maybe Jasper or my brother knew something?

What if they came back and found me?

Sometime during my mind wandering the weather plummeted further, and it began to snow soon after. The cool air causing me to shiver.

Yet I was scared that whoever did this would come back and realize I saw something. Possibly even knowing who I was.

It was then that I realized I'd either have to crawl to the backyard under these long shrubs or risk being seen.

I couldn't take a risk of being found, even here.

Slowly flattening myself against the ground while my purse was smashed into my jacket. I quickly crawled, soldier style threw all the shrubs, and rolled towards the back of the house.

I made sure to stay against the wall, hidden within the shadows of night, as I slowly made my way towards the stairs leading down to the basement, pulling out the keys to the steel lock. I make quick work of unlocking the lock and quickly pulling off the lock. I don't turn the light that leads down into the room, only feeling my way through, and quietly shut the door behind me, locking it behind me.

My pulse is still racing as I walk unsteadily down the stairs into the basement. I didn't realize I was shaking until I collapsed, unsteadily onto the leather couch.

"Fucking hell, what do I do now?" I muttered, looking around the empty room.

I sat there willing my pulse to calm. All the while my head wouldn't stop replaying the images. When I finally do calm down, I quickly walk up the stairs that lead from the basement into the house.

Quickly flicking the light above the stove as I walked into the room and ran to draw all the curtains closed all around my home. Thanking my lucky stars that they were blackout curtains.

Once I made sure everything had been closed, along with all the doors' deadbolts shut, and every chain in place even going as far as pushing the couches and other heavy furniture before each door to barricade me inside, just in case. I looked at the time.

I knew, you could never be too careful, especially when living alone, in a three-bedroom house.

I wanted to call someone but I didn't want to risk anything else happening tonight.

So, I quickly went to put my phone to charge, before heading back to the kitchen after realizing I never had a bite to eat thanks to that asshole.

I quickly made myself a small sub sandwich, grabbed myself a large juice, and booked it up the stairs to lock myself in my room as a precaution.

Exhaustion ended up winning me over and I ended up falling asleep before I could even finish my sandwich.

If the following morning is anything to go by.

I woke up with half the sandwich squished into my cheek, while my hair now had pieces of ham, spinach, lettuce, and cheese tangled into it. Half of my hair was still in the French braid I had weaved it into the morning before.

I winced as I lifted my sore arms, to slowly undo my braid and head to the bathroom to shower after grabbing my clothes.

How I managed to do so in twenty minutes flat, I'll never know.

I had just made it down the stairs and into the kitchen to drink my coffee when I stopped in my tracks. Stomach growling, and mouth-watering from the sweet, intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee in the air, as I walked past the small television I had placed in the corner of the room to watch the news every morning before work.

I quickly turned to the screen begging God for what I had seen to be a lie.

The once beautifully adorned landscaping around the lawn was now harshly marred by the familiar black and yellow 'Caution' tape.

All the streets seemed to be swarming in police patrol cars as people went in and out of my neighbors' house.

It seemed that the kidnappings that happened the night before went deeper than just taking them.

"The police were alerted by an anonymous caller that a body covered in black trash bags was discovered under the pier. The police department stated they believed this to be affiliated with criminals, and seemed to be some sort of warning to someone.

They are asking for any information, and that if anyone saw anything to please step forward. The identity is still unknown, but the body is known to be a female, with dark red hair, weighing at about one twenty-five, with dark blue eyes."

The drawn picture of Tori suddenly appeared next to the woman on TV.

"The Jane Doe is believed to be five foot six, has dark red hair, and blue eyes. She weighs one thirty-two and has a small tattoo on the inside of her wrist of a six-pointed star. If you have any information on who the Jane Doe may be please call the number on the screen, toll-free."

I gasped, dropping the mug I had just picked up, yet had forgotten to fill with coffee.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." I gasped, crying as I realized what had truly happened the night before.