Mute girl

Chapter thirteen - Fear lurks deep.

A/N You know the drill, I own nothing, I'm just a freaky little fan-boy, hiding in my room. So all rights go to Stephanie Meyer. Not me. Just to be clear.

(~ Are you all clear?~)

Edward burst into the room, his face soft but urgent. "Alice what the hell?!" He asked her, but she didn't reply, all her attention was focused on calming me down.

"Bella, Bella, it's alright." She inched closer to me, her face covered in a worried mask. I curled up into a tight little ball, pressing myself as hard as I could into the corner of the bed. "Alice, why did you think it would be a good idea to show her those?" Asked Edward, who was getting closer as well.

No, No! I screamed in my head. Don't come any nearer! Stay away, no! I don't want you to hurt me! But of course I couldn't actually say anything, just sob heavily into my own arms. My head was pounding in time to my heart beat, making my head ache like hell as I felt more and more tears snake their way down my cheek.

"Bella," It was Edward. He was standing by the bed, reaching his hand out to touch me. No! He's going to hurt me too! I sobbed harder, my eyes scrunched up with the weight of all my tears. "It's okay, I'm here, and so is Alice." He sat down on the bed, inches away from me.

Closer. He was getting closer. No, he couldn't! His hand was about to touch me, his cool fingers reaching out for me. I shut my eyes, tensed up, heartbeat out the window as I screamed. A deep guttural sound exploding from the pit of my belly, getting louder and louder as clutched my head hard between my hands, my eyes still scrunched up tight.

No!  Was all I thought. I can't go through this again! Alice and Edward jerked away, their faces twin statues of shock. But it was only a moment of hesitation before he was trying to touch me again, but for once I was prepared.

No. My mind was clear, repeating that one word over and over again. No. I won't let this happen again. Suddenly I knew what to do, so I sprang to my feet, still screaming, and bolted out the door. I catapulted myself down the stairs, knowing that I only had a split second until the shock wore off and they would be after me.

I heard the door slam right as I reached the front door, but I pushed it open anyway, hurtling out and across to the cover of trees, tears streaming down my face.

And I was still screaming.