In Your World By solostintwilight.pdf

In Your World By solostintwilight

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I ran.

It's all I could do.

That or stay and die.

It might be considered over dramatic, but I feared for my life.

Jake's eyes had never been so black as they were the night I fled.

Charlie wouldn't help. He though Jake and I were perfect for one another.

But what Dad didn't know was that for all the smiles and pleasantries, Jake was

cruel and unfeeling when it came to the Police Chief's daughter.

I was property. I was a possession.

And that night when I refused to go any further, I was thrown out like the trash.

He even spat on me and declared me nothing but a filthy whore to be disposed

of.

With his friends gathering around me, I did what I could.

I ran.

I ran from my life.

I ran from what I thought was love.

I ran from myself.

Only to find myself in your world.

How could you ever find me worthy I would never know.

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The bus jostled me awake roughly, the stench of burning oil filling the cabin at an

alarming rate. I sat bolt upright in my seat, grabbing onto the back of the seat in

front of me until I felt the brakes finally stop the bus at the side of the road.

We clambered out in a panic, unsure of whether the Greyhound monster would

explode at any moment. I squinted into the bright sun and moved far from the

smoking mass until I could breathe a little easier. Looking around, we were

surrounded by nothing but corn.

Miles and miles of corn.

Where were we?

"All right, folks! It's all right! Looks like we blew something in the engine, but

we're all right!" the bus driver said several yards from me.

I looked around for any sign of civilization but found none.

How were we all right?

It felt like Children of the Corn!

The bus driver got on his cell phone and was waving his arms around for several

minutes before he finally turned to us, the heat of the early afternoon already

turning his face a glistening pink.

"All right, folks! Another bus is on its way. It'll be here in a few hours. There's a

little town about a mile back. If you all want, we can make our way back there

and the bus line will pay for lunch!" he announced.

I huffed and pulled my backpack a little higher onto my shoulder.

A mile wasn't much, but it was ninety plus degrees outside and the sun was

blaring down on us. We set out, and less than five minutes in I was helping the

old lady beside me with her bag so she could walk a little easier. It took us about

a half hour to walk the mile, and by the time we arrived, we were all hot and

thirsty.

Unfortunately, the little town we had converged upon couldn't handle the fifty or

so stranded travellers in their tiny diner. I decided to find a bottle of water in the

general store and wait my turn in the diner while we awaited the new bus. It

gave me a chance to sit in the shade and take in the town.

It wasn't much.

And I was definitely confused by the horse and buggies the came and went down

the main street. Sleek black buggies, with strong looking horses would pull in to

the general store across from me, a man in light colored shirt and straw brim hat

would get out and enter the store before coming back out, hands laden with seed

or something in large bags. The riders looked like Amish people. But we were in

Iowa.

There weren't any Amish people in Iowa, right?

Who knew? Iowa was full of corn and already I was bored.

And antsy to get back on the road and away from Forks.

The farther the better.

I finished my water and peeked in to the diner, finding no empty seats yet and let

out a weary breath. The general store across the street had rocking chairs on

their porch. I made my way back in to the general store and bought another

water and some interesting looking corn cakes and settled into one of the rocking

chairs, finding one that had a perfect view of the highway as it made its way into

town. I figured if I could see the bus first, I could get a better seat.

I chewed on the corn cake thoughtfully, enjoying the sweetness of it on my

empty stomach. I hadn't eaten in over a day, since getting on the bus in

Bellingham, and the cake was quite filling. I was working on my second one when

another buggy pulled up, this one with a back end full of fruits and vegetables. I

watched as the man got out of the buggy, his striking blond hair shining under his

dark hat. His beard was fairly long, but his face looked young.

He looked a little like a young Santa Claus.

Especially with his kind eyes as he regarded me when he passed.

"Good day to you," he said, his voice friendly and warm as he smiled down at me.

"Hi," I said, not sure how to address this odd stranger.

Charlie had always said don't talk to strangers, and I certainly didn't want to

become someone's sixth wife.

The man I decided to name Kris Kringle smiled and nodded and made his way

back into the store, leaving me to my corn cake. He passed by me twice more,

his arms laden with baskets of food. On the last pass, he paused once more, his

smile breaking out across his face again.

"Are you enjoying your cakes?" he asked.

I looked down to find only a few crumbs left and blushed.

"They were good, yes," I replied, again unsure of what to say.

His eyes brightened and he nodded.

"I'll make sure my wife learns of your enjoyment. She made them. Pleasant day,

miss," he said and tipped his hat and walked back into the store.

Weird people.

But the cakes were good.

I glanced down the road once more, hopeful to see the bus. It had been almost

two hours. And the bus driver had said it would only be two hours. Looking down

the long expanse, there were no long lumbering buses coming our way. I moved

to turn and step in to buy another cake when I caught a reflection in the corner of

my eye, though. A car was coming down the road, shimmering in the heat

mirage.

A rusty reddish car.

And as it neared, maybe a quarter mile from the city limits, I heard it. That

unmistakable muffler that haunted my dreams now. My breath caught and I

searched around for somewhere to hide. He would surely get out and look

around. Ask about me. Find out I was here, stranded.

Oh god, how had Jake found me?

My heart hammered as I searched in vain for somewhere to hide.

And just as the car moved close enough that I could confirm it was definitely the

Rabbit, I panicked and hid in the only safe place.

I hid in the back of the strange buggy.

And as I watched through the small window, watched the thing I feared most

step out of his car and look around, a cold feeling of dread passed over me. He

was going to find me, and I would be his. I trembled in the corner behind the

burlap sacks in the buggy, sure that at any moment, the bus driver would nod

and point over my way, and Jake, who always seemed to know where I was like a

blood hound in the hunt would find me.

I wasn't prepared for Kris Kringle to come back so soon.

"Thank you, Eli! Pleasant day to you! I'll be sure to tell Esme about the cakes!" he

called out and then slipped onto his bench seat in front.

I bit my palm to keep from crying out, I had no way to escape now, not without

raising suspicion and being caught. My breath left me completely when the buggy

stopped abruptly and the slippery sound of hell reached my ears from the front.

"Hey buddy. I'm looking for this girl. Have you seen her?"

I slunk in further to the darkness of the bags, praying that I could not be seen. It

was stifling in the back the sweat dripping down my spine as I silently wished the

buggy to continue its trek. But Kris Kringle had seen me. He was sure to tell Jake

where I was. I clenched my eyes shut and waited for the end.

"Pretty girl. Did you check the diner, son?" Kris Kringle asked.

"Yeah I was heading there. Thanks."

"Pleasant day to you," Kris Kringle replied and once more we were moving.

I tried to hold in my tears, but the stagnant heat and the overwhelming need to

escape forced out a tattered whimper. I watched in horror as Kris Kringle's head

whirled around his mouth opening up in an exclamation until he saw my fear.

And heard my plea.

"Please," I pleaded in a strained whisper. "He'll kill me if he finds me. Please, help

me."

"How did you get in my buggy, child?"

"Please. Please I just need to get away from him. He'll kill me," I pleaded again.

He pursed his lips and turned to look back out towards the expansive road ahead,

licking his bare lips above the gleaming beard. His eyes drifted from me to what I

assumed was Jake behind us, thoughtful. His eyes returned to me briefly before

he redirected them back to the road where he urged his horses along at a brisk

pace.

"You cannot run forever, child. But if he is out to hurt you in some way, I cannot

let that be. You have asked for sanctuary. I am obligated to offer it to you. I am

Carlisle Cullen, child. And you are?" he asked, his tone suddenly very formal.

"B-Bella. Isabella Swan, sir," I whispered.

"Welcome to West Grove, Isabella Swan."

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I struggled with the snaps once more, frustrated at their hidden closures.

This would be so much easier with my t-shirt and sweatshirt.

But I had been told as long as I stayed in the community I had to wear their

clothes.

Layers and layers of clothes it seemed.

I missed my shorts and tennis shoes.

Finally the snaps came together and I looked around for a mirror.

Of course not.

Smoothing my hair into a ponytail I straightened my dress and made my way

down stairs, the stair treads creaking as I made my way down. Turning the

corner, still fiddling with my silly bonnet, I didn't notice the tall figure in front of

me until my face met with his sweaty heated chest.

I stumbled back, nearly falling until strong hands reached out to right me. I

steadied myself before looking up to apologize to the man I had run into, and lost

all train of thought when I lost myself in the swirling green sea of his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," I stammered, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks as those eyes

continued to look through me.

Dear God he was beautiful.

"No, I must apologize. I did not see you there. Did I hurt you … I …. I do not

know you," he said, his voice low and guarded.

I shook my head and tried to smile up at him. It was hard to concentrate with

those deep green eyes staring down to me. And the tousled hair that framed his

face. It was not quite brown, but tinged with fiery highlights as if he spent most

of his days in the sun. Judging by the soft wrinkles around his eyes and sun

kissed cheeks, I assumed that he did.

"Uh, I'm Bella. I'm… visiting," I murmured extending my hand out to him in

greeting.

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