Stephenie Meyer Owns There Characters!
Chapter 1: Scared!
8 Year Old Bella's POV
I was going home from my friends place, her and her brother were supposed to walk me, but my friend and I got into a fight. She wanted to borrow my shoes and I told her I wasn't allowed. She didn't like that. She yelled at me, and told me that if I was her true friend I would let her. She said she hated me. I was so upset I got my stuff together, and ran out of the house. I didn't tell her parents I was leaving I just ran out, I didn't want Jessica to see me cry. Sometimes she could be so mean.
I was running down the street, my house was only 3 blocks away, forks was small, everyone lived close by.
I was a block from home when I heard a loud growl. My heartbeat quickened and I started to run. I heard loud stomping behind me. When I turned around there was a massive grizzly bear behind me. His eyes looked demonic. The bear lifted his paw above his head ready to strike. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the inevitable to happen. I heard a loud thump and a howl of what sounded like pain. When I opened my eyes. The bear was laying on the ground, dazed.
There was a pale figure over it. He had long blonde hair in a low pony tail. His hands were on the bears neck, and then he twisted it. I heard a sickening snap and I jumped. This pale man was strong.
The man jumped up quickly, and came to stand in front of me. He looked into my eyes and I realized he was not normal. His eyes were blood red and he looked menacing.
"Go home little girl, you shouldn't be out here alone." I was too frightened to move. He had no shirt on and he had filthy looking jeans, I looked at his feet and realized he had no shoes. He seemed unnaturally beautiful. Like my Ken Barbie doll but with long hair. But even then, my Barbie didn't seem to be a good enough example.
"I said leave NOW child." He growled at me. I jumped then and remember how to run. I turned and bolted. Tears were running down my face. I kept tripping on everything. I was so angry with my stupid clumsy self. When I got inside. Charlie my Dad was on the phone. "Oh good she made it she just walked in. Thank you so much for calling… yes yes thank you, have a good night."
I walked into the kitchen knowing I would get a disapproving look from my father, but the minute he seen me his face went from disapproving to worried. I had tears streaking down my face, and dirt on my hands and knees. "Isabella what happened are you ok."
My dad ran over to me running his hands up and down my arms I shook my head and started to cry louder. He pulled me into a tight hug and asked me what happened.
After I calmed down, I told Charlie what happened, from Jessica saying she hated me, to the beautiful and strange looking man that saved me and then yelled at me. Charlie looked disbelievingly at me when I told him the man broke his neck. But he knew I couldn't lie.
Ok now Bells, how about you go run yourself a bath sweetie, and I am going to call the Stanley's back to let them know about there daughter's horrid behavior. I nodded and sniffled. I walked up the stairs and into my room. When I got there my window was open and the blonde haired man was standing by it. He looked really mad at me, and I was about to scream, but when I opened my mouth, the man was all of a sudden in front of me and his hand clamped painfully over it.
"Listen to me and listen to me good little girl. You will not tell anyone else what you seen, or anything about me. The next time your father asks you about it, you tell him you were just scared and you don't think there really was a bear or a man. If you do tell anyone else, I will come back and I will kill you. Understand?" His voice sounded mean but also very smooth. I nodded frantically at him, he removed his hand slowly. "Good girl." and then he was gone.
The next day when Charlie asked me about what happened in detail, I told him I didn't think it was real, that I was scared of walking alone and spooked myself. I could tell he didn't believe me but after a full hour of trying to convince him, he gave up and told me that telling those kind of stories is very bad and not to do that again. I said I was sorry to him and he gave me a quick hug. I got ready for school, and walked the two blocks to get there. It didn't seem so scary with the sun up.