I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. After tossing and turning countless time, I drifted off into a not so peaceful sleep. I woke up screaming and covered in sweat. Ever since Edward left, I've been struggling to get sleep.
I could never get him off my mind. Every time I dream about him, I begged him to stay. But just like always, he turned his back on me and walked away, leaving me in the woods broken, cold and alone.
Unlike every other dream, this one was different. I didn't scream and cry for Edward to stay. Instead, I was begging for Emmet to come back. For the first time since Edward left, I wasn't hurting or broken; I was just empty and hollow.
For the very first time, I didn't want Edward back, I just wanted Emmet here to hold me and make me feel whole again.
I couldn't understand why I was feeling this way. I guess I had always felt something for Emmett, but I ignored it and pushed it away. Do I like Emmett as anything more than a brother? No, that's not possible. I love Edward…right?
If I was being honest with myself, which I think I am, Emmett is pretty funny, and handsome, and intelligent (even if he doesn't let it show) and he's an amazing guy.
"Don't be stupid Bella." the little voice in my head told me. "Why would Emmett come back for you when he has Rosalie? "Even if he was interested in you, he has a mate!"
I was still deep in thought when I heard my window squeak open and felt a draft of cold air. I pushed my blanket aside and walked over to the window. I slowly looked out the window and saw nothing but darkness.
I quickly slammed my window shut and locked it. Of all the days that Charlie spends the night at Billy's, he picks tonight. Great!
I might as well go take a hot shower since I'm up. I made my way towards the door but froze in fear when I saw a dark figure standing in the doorway. The dark figure took a few steps towards me, and then stopped.
I began to slowly back away, but the figure moved closer and closer until my back was up against the wall.
A low whimper escaped my mouth. Just as I was about to scream for help, the figure in front of me let out an agonized growl and punched the wall, barely missing my face by two inches.
This time a loud whimper escaped my lips. Why couldn't this person just kill me and get it over with already. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it. Right as I opened my mouth again, I left two strong and cold arms wrap around me.
Was this person going to rape me? God, I hope not. Before I could fully comprehend my situation, I was in my bed and the dark figure was pulling the curtains over the windows, blocking out the moonlight. My room was now completely dark. I couldn't see anything. My heart was racing and breathing was ragged.
I was about to race out the door and down the stairs, when I heard it close and lock. Shit, now I was trapped. Maybe if I pretend to be dead they'll leave me alone. Yeah right. Think Bella, think! I am so screwed. The room was quiet and the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat, my breathing and the stranger's breathing.
I felt the bed dip beside me. The person pulled me to the middle of the bed and pressed me against the bed so I was lying down.
The person shifted so that they were right on top of me. Oh god he was going to rape me. I could feel his cool minty yet husky breath on my neck; it gave me shivers. The stranger let out another agonized growl and pressed his face into the crook of my neck. He shifted so that his face was on my chest. I froze. Now I was really scared.