All It that it means.

Entranced

Bella's pov

I woke up on a soft bed with a red blanket, with tassels at the end, over me. One tassel was in my mouth.

Sitting up quickly I pulled a face and started spitting. Looking around, I was faced with beautiful wooden walls and a wooden bedside table that had a lamp on it. I found an old Persian rug at the foot of the bed.

The roof held a simple light dangling from it. Light from the sun streamed in through a window covered by a cream colored curtain. Laughter was heard from outside.

Going to the window I was met with the sight of the wolf men and a few girls laughing and playing, som or other game with a ball. A grill was on and the smell of food wafted in the air. The air was smokey.

Smiling I watched Paul. He was swift and graceful in his movements a smile on his lips and he barely broke a sweat. I stared him  entranced by his beauty. I wasn't sure what it was but something just made me feel happy and breathless all at once.

I could still feel the warmth of his soft skin. I was more than happy to watch him as he was.  Playful and full of life. Not a care in the world.

Sadness overwhelmed me when I realized how long it had been since I felt so care free. At this moment I envied Paul. He didn't have such a weight on his shoulders dragging him into the depth of depression.

Thinking about it... I needed to end the mess... The problem that held me from being happy. I couldn't hide from my problem.

So deep in thought I hadn't realized that Paul was staring up at me. I was on the second floor came the thought. His chocolate eyes seemed caramel today. But I couldn't see well.

Forcing myself to hide from his intense gaze. Breathing deeply I began fixing the bedroom.

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Once I was done I descended the wooden stairs. The house reminded me of a cabin.  I rand my fingers over the black, gray kitchen counter. A glass of water then....

I didn't know what then. Where did I go from here. Home? Was it safe? Do I run? What about Charlie? I was at a loss and stuck. But what disturbed me was... I was pretty sure my Stalker knew that too.

Shaking my head. I lefties my shoulders and straightened them out. Putting my shield back on. My face blank of all expression. My hands and jaw clenched.

I was done playing bait, to a phsyco. Cracking my neck, I looked for something to drop my anger on. As I turned from the kitchen a door caught my eye. It was slightly ajar. A red punching bag was all I saw before I headed in that direction.

Opening the door completely, I checked to see if there was anyone watching, before slamming the door shut and getting into my stance. I had just begun self defense training when my mother was killed.

But I wasn't here to train I head here to beat the shit out of this punching bag.

I tended my arms and closed my eyes pulling on every inch of anger I had. Then let the control I had over it, break.

Punch, punch, punch and kick.

Again
Again
And again.

I was breathing hard and grunting in frustration. In anger.

He took my life... My first kiss... My friends... My mother... Now he had me in his grip. No I was done being his little bitch.

Punching it harder... Images of my horrors flashed desperately through my mind and it caused me to punch harder. My knuckles now bled and were bruising. But I didn't care.

The last image was my mother... I collapsed against the bag and felt the heavy breathing turn to sobs. Sinking down to my knees... I held my head.

Anger and sadness battling inside me. I wanted to rip my hair out while crying. It further frustrated me. I was fucking tired of being a victim.

I stood up through my tears and restarted my assault. I wasn't ready to give up.

The door flew open and I froze. "Bella!" Paul practically screamed when he saw the blood, on my knuckles.

I refused to let him touch me. I never needed help before with my anger, I would ask for it now. "Bella stop" he said softly when I restarted my activity. I shook my head.

It got harder and harder till Paul hauled me away and into his chest. I screamed angrily  and fought him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, rubbing my back as I broke in his arms.

It felt like I would be ok if I did. Like Paul wouldn't judge me. "Shh Bella. I got you" his husky voice gave me chills even through my sobs.

When I calmed down Paul refused to let go off me. His warm chest rubbed my cheek and his bare arms held me tightly.

I lifted my head an looked at him carefully.  His eye met mine and I saw no judgement. My eyes wandered his face, landing on his pale pink lips. I swallowed. He was watching me almost carefully.

I pulled my hand out and placed it on his shoulder. The intensity of his eyes and the sudden pleasure that his body brought made me hazy and confused. I wanted to kiss him but I had just had a break down.... But the feelings in me combined with my need ... Won over.

Gripping his neck I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. Electricity shot through me and desire flared.

His lips where soft and sweet. His scent drove me mad but the way his tongue tangled with mine... Nearly killed me. I needed breath but I didn't want this kiss to end. 

The wall behind me was apparent as I was against it and Paul lifted me up... Picking me up by my thighs. I tangled my hand into his hair. Tugging, he growled and pushed himself harder against me.

Fuck my life... Never had I felt so good through a simple kiss. Technically it was my second kiss but still. This was my whole being pushed into this kiss. I had wanted to do this since I met him What yesterday.

I pulled away shocked by this fact. "Why do I feel like this about you ?" I asked him. He stared at me intensely.

"Because you are my imprint"