Addicted

Chapter 17

Bella P.O.V

The following days after Edward told me where he actually worked, were a bit different. He insisted that he wanted me to be with him, he didn't want to let me go just yet. Days later he moved out of the house across the street back to his apartment at the center of Seattle. His apartment was the biggest apartment I'd ever been in.

It was on the last floor of the building. Two story; five rooms; a gym; spa; marble shinny floors, white leather couches, a piano and the kitchen was even more amazing. I couldn't believe he lived here, with all this space for just one man. Another thing I noticed is that he didn't have pictures, nothing at all. One or two paints like a from Van Gogh or Picasso but nothing else.

"So, how about you spend the weekend at my place?" He asked me, wrapping his hands around my waist.

"Maybe, if Mr. Newton doesn't have that much work," I said. "You also have work, Mr. Future President of Cullen Enterprises."

"True but I'm my own boss, I choose when I want to do my work," he grinned.

"You're such an ass," I laughed, pulling away. "Okay, I'll go for my jog."

"Take care," he said, "I have to leave now because I have meeting at eight. I'll pick you up."

"Alright, Mr. Cullen," I smiled, walking away.

I stop right at my porch and stretch before starting my run. I start fast walking a few minutes while Saving Able sings Addicted. Right at the half of the song I start jogging faster.

Have you ever gotten the feeling like someone's watching you? That strange tickling feeling on your back when you think there's someone following you? I do, right now. I stop my jogging and look around. No one to be seen, the street is dead silente, no soul to be seen. Ignoring the feeling I take my earphones out and keep jogging. Counting how much I've run, I stop to check my pulse.

Crack.

Something snaps behind me. I jerk around, looking behind me. Nothing. Nobody. I frowned, looking at my feet, I didn't step on anything. I look back up and caught right across the street a black figure turning walking around the corner. I run towards the corner as fast as I can to catch that person but when I do, he's gone. Like no one was here in the first place. I back a little until I hit something.

"Sorry," a women says.

"Ah!" I turn around and see a small women with her kid. "I'm... I'm sorry," I breath.

"Are you okay?" She asked, looking at me worried. "You look pale."

"Um, it's okay... I thought there was someone here... I might had imagined it."

She frowned looking over my shoulder. "Did that person go that way?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Mm, weird. No one ever goes that way," she says. "That's the way to the abounded houses."

She takes her son's hand and starts walking away, crossing the street.

I breath, looking back at the street where I think I saw someone. Abounded houses? I didn't know this street was only where the abounded houses were. Slowly, I walk towards them.

I sneak my head around the corner amd see a dead street. There's nothing here and it's really weird. Am I imagining things? Probably, I mean, who would want to follow me? And, I've been running down this street for months and nothing has happened, so, why now?

After my jog, I go back home and get ready for work.

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It was a really stressful day at work. Mr. Newton was clearly in a bad mood because every time I said something or whatever he wouldn't bother to look at me. For a moment, I thought he had a problem with me but then I thought, why? I didn't do anything to him?

"Lindsey, I need more copies, now," I tell Lindsey. She nodded, taking the papers and making the copies as quick as she can.

"Here you go." She hands me over the documents.

I take them and run to Mr. Newton's office. When I enter I see him frowning at a paper in between his hands. I walk up to him and place the documents on his desk.

"Do you need anything else?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, not looking at me, again. He places the paper in front of me and says, "explain this," he points to it.

"I don't know-"

"Someone sent me this for a reason, Isabella, why?" He snapped. "Read it out loud, now."

With shaking hands, I grab the paper and read it out loud: "Isabella Swan is not what she seems to be. She'll soon put the lives of you and the ones who you love in danger if you don't get away from her. Trust me, she's going to ruin you. Anonymous."

I can't believe what I just read. Who sent this? What does he mean I'll put his life in danger? What the hell is this? I'm in total shock that I'm unable to speak. Who would write this? Why am I danger? How am I going to ruin him?

"Explain this, Isabella," Mr. Newton said, tapping his index finger on his desk, laying back with his right ankle on top of his knee.

"Uh... Mr. Newton, I swear I don't know what... who wrote this. I guarantee you, you can trust me. I would never-"

"Enough," he said, "I'm taking this but if anything happens because of you, I guarantee you that I'll make sure spend a very long time in jail."

"Yes, Mr. Newton," I say, my voice cracking.

"Now, go."

I rush out of his office, trying to control the urge of wanting to cry. I take a deep breath, trying to control my shaking body. I walk to my desk when my computer catches my eye. There's a sticky note.

My pressure drops to the ground when I read: Leave him, or else deal with the consequences.

Author's Note:

:O who can it be?????

March 4, 2015

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