So I decided that I would write a Fanfic... this should be interesting. Please be gentle, Im super nervous about this and I hope its bearable for all who read it!
Bella is home alone one night when her house gets broken into and she gets kidnapped by the criminals. She slowly begins to realize that one of the assailants doesnt want her to be kidnapped and wants to help her. When they escape away from the others, she has to decide if she can truly trust the man or if he is just trying to hurt her even more.
Rerun, rerun, stupid show, horrible show, rerun, rerun… uhhh! This was so frustrating! Another boring Friday night in front of the T.V. while Charlie, my father and chief of police here in Forks, Washington, was at work. It was becoming a regular occurrence in the Swan household. Sometimes I didn't mind the alone time. It was nice to just relax on the couch and not have to hear my father drown on and on saying "Bella you need to get out there and show the world my talents!" What talents? I was a 22 year old single woman who was still living at home with her father because she was too scared to enter the real world.
I had tried to go to college but after 1 year and a semester, I realized that it just wasn't for me. I knew writing was in my future but I didn't know what I wanted to write. I just figured that if I did make writing my career goal, then whoever bought my… whatever it was I had written… they wouldn't be looking to see what school I had graduated from.
I had always dreamed of writing some amazing story that effected the lives of others. I want to write something that means something to someone. I know it's corny and sounds quite similiar to something Peyton said on On Tree Hill (my favorite show) but I meant it. The only problem was coming up with the idea for a story. And I would be totally content with writing a script too. Not that I had my hopes up...
But I have never been a "go-getter." I'm shy, quiet, a bit mousy if you ask me, and I have probably the biggest fear of rejection. I didn't initiate conversation, I just went along with it. I didn't host parties I just attened them... all 2 of them. And I definitly never asked anyone out on a date. I was asked out on dates but was usually too scared to accept. The one time I did accept a date it was with Mike Newton. We were co-workers at his family sporting goods store and he had been begging me to go with him to some bar he was having his 21 brithday party at. He wouldn't leave me alone about it and it was driving me crazy. I decided to go and I ended up driving Mikes stupid drunk ass home and putting him to bed.
After a few more forced dates I decided that I was way to sexually deprived not to have sex with Mike. Bad idea.
So here I sat, another Friday night in front of the television, watching pointless reruns. I had friends… well one good one at least… and he was too busy having probably the best sex of his life with his new girlfriend Leah. Jacob and Leah had met about three months ago and it's been all downhill for our friendship since then. It wasn't that I didn't like her. She was a great girl for Jake. Feisty, sarcastic, beautiful, smart… the list goes on! But ever since the met and started dating he has been distracted… to say the least!
I can't lie. I was jealous! Not of Leah, just her sex life. Considering the most action I had gotten in a long time was from Mike, my love life, or should I say lack of love life, had become increasingly depressing! Mike sucked. It's that simple. He sucked. He only cared about his own release and didn't even notice that I was always lying under him, motionless! It was always quick and boring. But that was over a year ago… yea a year ago. Like I said, I had a lack of love life!
So while my best friend was off getting laid and my father was off fighting crime (yea right, in Forks, please!) I was stuck here at the house being bored and watching reruns of Friends!
I had just dozed off watching the episode of Friends where Ross is giving Rachel and Phoebe lessons in Unagi when I heard a car pull up outside. I figured it was just Charlie so I turned the T.V. off and went upstairs to sleep. A quick glance at the clock told me it was 2 am and it hadn't even occurred to me that Charlie wouldn't be home for another 5 hours. I just went upstairs and plopped down on my bed ready for a good night's sleep.
I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the sound of glass breaking. I convinced myself that it was just Charlie dropping a glass on our hardwood floors but I was still a little shaken. So I got up and walked over to my door and put my ear up to it. I listened for what I expected to be Charlie cursing up a storm but instead I heard nothing.
I kept my ear to the door waiting for his voice but still heard nothing. My curiosity was getting the best of me so I opened my door a crack and peeked through. From my room I could see the bottom of the steps and the front door. But the view was distorted by a body standing in the middle of the room wearing all black. And when I say all black I mean it, even the face was covered in black.
The figure was then joined by three other figures also covered in black.
I gasped and jumped back into my room closing my door. This isn't happening Bella this is a dream. They aren't real, your only dreaming. Relax, stay calm- my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feet running up my steps and I was stuck in panic mode. I ran to my window thinking that jumping was probably my best option. I knew that if I stayed here I could be hurt, kidnapped, or even worse killed by the 4 figures.
I made it to my window and had my hands on the glass ready to throw it open when my door flew open and one of the figures grabbed me.
I tried to scream but it was only muffled by the black, gloved hand over my mouth. The figures arm was around my waist and hoisted me into the air. All the while I was kicking and fighting my way out of the death grip this figure had me in.
I then decided that the figure was a male because I had managed to kick my foot back and slam into his groin. He groaned in pain and threw me to the ground. I tried to get up and run but was stopped by an even bigger figure, clearly another man, whose hands were wrapped around my throat almost immediately causing any scream that I was trying to let out to sound like a whimper. I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as I stuggled for breath. I had my eyes squeezed shut out of fear. I could only think of my life and how this could be the end of it. What a boring life I had led.
I had been kicking my feet trying to free myself. But now they were getting tired and I was too weak to continue kicking. My hands that were grabbing onto assailants hands trying to free myself were also weakening. I knew that I had to keep trying to fight though, for Charlie, for Jake. I couldn't let these criminals win. I hadn't lived my life yet and I didn't want it to end in this mans hands.
The force of his hands on my throat and lack of air I was getting was making me dizzy and light-headed. I was only the brink of giving up when I heard a beautiful voice whisper "enough" to the man holding onto my throat. It was unlike anything I had ever heard in my life. I knew I shoudl fear it but something about the way he whispered made him seem almost concerned. I unclenched my eyes and saw the man whos hands had been wrapped around me suddenly sit back while the speaker with the the velvet voice was bending over me. And that was the last thing I saw before I passed out from lack of oxygen and the only thing I was thinking was please God, let this be a dream.
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