Y/n moves back to forks with her twin sister Bella where they both meet a group of astonishing beautiful yet pale skinned people. Bella became caught up in Edward's world almost immediately however for Y/n it take getting kidnapped by a sadistic vam...
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Y/n's POV
Last night was hard on my father and he was too worried sick the next day to enjoy his usual Sunday activities. I stayed up most of the night comforting my father and trying to get a hold of Bella via phone call.
But she never answered.
Meanwhile dad was desperately trying to contact Rene, aka my mother, to inform her Bella was on her way back to Phoenix. Yet his lines also showed up dead.
"Dad, you should go to Billy's to have a beer and relax. I'll keep trying to get a hold of Bella and my mum." I said hugging the man from behind as he sat on the sofa stressing.
"I can't leave you here alone." He sighs placing his hand over my arms that hugged his neck. "Besides I can't even think of relaxing right now."
"At least go for a walk or something, stressing yourself out like this isn't good for your health. I'm gonna pop to the store at the end of the street to grab us something to eat okay?" I say kissing his head and standing up straight.
"No, no, I'll go." He says standing.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Yeah, you're right I need to take five. Some fresh air will help." He says walking over and hugging me. "Stay in the house okay." He says.
"Of course." I nod, listening as he shuffles around before bidding farewell. Now that I was alone I sighed. I was exhausted and wanted to sleep but my worry for my sister was ever increasing.
I go to turn around to make myself something to drink in the kitchen when I feel I am being watched. I hesitate in my steps and make it look like I'm searching for my cane.
I don't recognise this gaze and every fibre of my being is screaming at me to run.
After pretending to "look" around for it, I make my way towards the kitchen. My cane moves left to right towards the kitchen and as I approach the doorframe I feel it hit someone's shoe but play it off as if it's the door frame.
I take two steps to the side pretending to adjust my path before continuing forwards. Of course I walk straight into the doorway, deliberately bumping my knee and hissing in pain to not arouse suspicion to the person I can almost feel breathing down my neck.
Continuing to fake my ignorance I slowly slip through into the kitchen stretching out my free hand to trail the kitchen counters to where I need to be. Walking to where the cups are I pull one out as I walk over to the sink, pretending I'm making a glass of water.
I place the cup down in the base of the sink after moving a few dishes out the way and turn on the tap. While I was moving stuff I felt a sharp chopping knife. I pretend to be waiting for the cup to fill before switching off the water, reaching into the sink as if to pick up my glass when instead I grabbed the knife.
