A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed chapter 1. As I promised, I uploaded this chapter within a week and a half after chapter 1. I don't' know when I'll update, but I will as soon as I can. I know that chapter 1 was short, but the chapters will get longer. Sit back and relax and enjoy this chapter. I wrote the whole thing during my Biology Anatomy and Physiology class lol (but I did pay attention in class for those who were worried). Before I forget, Esme is a little OOC in this story.
4 days ago…
I was downstairs in the laundry room. I had just finished putting all the clothes in the dryer in a large basket set aside to iron later on in the day. Once all of the clothes were in the basket, I closed the door of the dryer.
I lifted another large basket that was left by the side of the washer. I put the basket on top of the dryer so it was in front of me. Opening up the washing machine, I began to put the dirty clothes ion and set the dials correctly. As the water was filling up the machine, I grabbed the laundry detergent and poured the right amount of detergent.
After I closed the top of the washer, I bent down to pick up the basket with the dry clothes. I had walked just a few feet toward the stairs when I first heard it.
It sounded like a door opening. The last time I checked the clock, it was not even 12:30 in the afternoon. Nobody was supposed to be home for a couple of hours. Somebody would have called to let me know if they were coming home early. I waited for someone to say something, anything, but the house stayed silent.
I continued my walk toward the stairs when my keen hearing picked up what sounded like someone walking around on the floor directly above me. I could feel my entire body tense up. At this moment, I was beginning to panic. I began to have racy thoughts that made me panic even more. Is someone breaking in? What are they looking for? Should I confront this person? If I confront whoever is breaking in, will he overpower me and beat and rape me? What if they try to kill me? I let out a small chuckle at the thought of the person's face when he finds out that he can't permanently kill me unless he set me on fire. What if he wanted to set me on fire after beating and raping me? What if that was his plan all along?
I knew that if I had a heartbeat, it would have quickened. I had to act fast. I gently put down the basket in my hands on the floor. I quietly moved to the bottom of the stairs in a matter of milliseconds. I quickly, as quietly as I could, made my way up the stairs.
I figured that if I can make it to the kitchen, I could grab a sharp knife to defend myself. I carefully peered into the room to make sure the coast was clear. I also was carefully listening for any noises throughout the house, but all I could hear was the ticking of the clocks. I, then, made my way to the kitchen. So far I hadn't ran into anybody.
I immediately went over to the drawer next to the sink. I opened the drawer and pulled out a sharp knife by the handle. With caution, I held the knife on my back and started to move out of the kitchen, but only after I checked that no one was hiding anywhere in the kitchen.
I spent the next hour and a half going through every room in the house looking for someone hiding in every nook and cranny. After I finished in the basement, I grabbed the basket of dry clothes, setting the knife on top, and brought them upstairs after putting the clothes in the washer in the dryer, too. When I got back to the kitchen, I put the knife back in the drawer I got it out of. I took the laundry basket up to the bedroom and started to sort and fold and put the clothes away in their respectable drawers when I heard this very loud thud coming from downstairs. I stopped what I was doing and slowly made my way to the door.
"Hello?" I called out. I got no answer back.
I made my way down the hallway and was about to go down the flight of stairs when I heard what sounded like a crash coming from behind me. I quickly turned around and stood where I was for a moment deciding if I should go and check out the crash until I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I let out a small yelp and quickly turned around to stare at Carlisle.