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pissed off Only when I started to cross the baggage claim where many security guards were standing, I temporarily slowed down, then re-started my treadmill as soon as I saw the doors. I know Jasper has started looking for me yet. If he was following my scent, I would only have a few seconds left to run away. Thinking of it, I ran straight into the automatic doors, the door opened a little slowly, just a little bit more I just hit the glass. Outside, along the crowded pavement, I looked up but could see no taxi. I did not have time. Alice and Jasper are about to realize my absence, They may have realized it ... They will find me within a flash. A bus to Hyatt just behind me, just I have a few meters to close the door. - Wait! - I cried, ran to, waved to the driver. "This is a Hyatt car," the driver hesitated as he opened the door for me. - Yes - I said - I'm also going there - then hurry up the steps. Driver suspected look at my luggage not status, but just shrugged, do not want to curiosity should not ask. Most of the seats are empty. I chose the seat away from the most passengers, my eyes gazing down at the summer viar, and the airport; the car slowly departs. I can not stop myself from thinking of Edward, I will stand by the side of the road looking for a glimpse of me ... when my scent is over. I do not cry, I tell myself. My path is still long. I am lucky again. At Hyatt, a pair of tired, lovers are taking the last suitcase from the trunk of a taxi. Immediately, I jumped out of the bus, ran to the taxi, and climbed into the back seat, in front of the bus driver and the lovers. I read the mother's address to the driver. The driver, who was also surprised at me. - I need to get there as fast as possible. "That place was in Scottsdale," he complained. I put four twenty-dollar bills into the chair. - So are not you enough? - Okay, girl. No matter what. I leaned back on my chair, letting go of my hand. The familiar city began to fall behind, but I did not want to look out the window. My mind goes around with thoughts that force me to stay strong. At this point, the more I am not allowed to wonder, my plan has been completely successful. There will be nothing more frightening, nothing more to worry about. My path is already drawn. I'm just getting to the end of the road ... ... So, to avoid being scared, I kept my face closed and endured a twenty minute ride with Edward was finished - celebrating the day with him in my unconfirmed again And I imagine that I was at the airport to catch Edward. At that time, how do you look like? I will squeeze my awkwardness on my legs, impatiently waiting to see your face. And he's there, he's moving so fast, but he does not lose sight of the elegant posture that's crossing the crowd between him and me. And then I run to him at the last meter - still as haphazard as it is - to fit in his beautiful marble hands. Finally, I feel safe too. Do not know then where we will go. It will probably be somewhere in the north, where you can take a walk in the middle of the day on the street. It is also somewhere far away, so that we can sit together in the middle of the sun. bright. I imagine the scene of him standing in front of the sea, his skin as sparkling as the sea off the coast. At that time, the long or quick escape to me will not be a problem anymore. A room in the hotel - our shelter will become their own paradise. I still have many questions to ask him. I will talk to you forever, never sleep, never leave him. Edward's face was so clear ... I could almost hear his voice. And, in the moment of dread and despair like this, I suddenly felt warm. The mind is full of fantasy, the time goes by that I'm not good ... - Hey, what is the number of houses? The question of the driver pulls me back to reality, how beautiful pictures in me are suddenly dragged into the virtual ghosts, empty and cold waiting for me to fill the gap. - Five - eight - two - one - My voice choked up in my throat. Seeing my worried, nervous expression, the driver became suspicious. "Then come here," he announced, his voice unnatural, perhaps hoping I would not ask for a refund. "Thanks," I whispered. I do not have to be afraid of that, I told myself. The house is empty. I have to hurry, my mother is waiting for me ... scared ... It all depends on me. I ran to the door, quick to get the key hidden at the porch out. I put the key in the lock, opened the door. Indark house, empty drum, nothing is strange. Quickly, I ran to the phone, turning the kitchen light on the way. Behold, on the white board is a number of ten digits, written by a small hand, clever. My fingers trembling touched the keyboard - wrong - I hung up the back. This time, I focused intensely on the buttons, carefully pressing each button one by one. Success. I pushed the phone to my ear, my hand trembling constantly. At the other end of the string, the bell just rings right once. - Hello Bella - A soft voice answered me - Quick. I'm surprised. - Is my mother okay? - Absolutely fine. Do not worry, Bella, I have not touched any of her hair. Of course, if you are alone - Voice is still light, there are hidden excitement. - I came alone - Throughout my life, there is no time when I'm not alone. - Very good. Now, do you know that the ballet house is on the corner, on the same side of your house? - Neck. I know the way there. - Oh, then see you there. I hang up. Immediately, I ran out of the room, dived out the door, mingled in the middle of the sultry atmosphere. There was no time to look back at the house, and yet I did not want to look back at it - empty - a symbol of terror instead of holiness. The last one to go to the rooms in the familiar house is my enemy. In the air around the house, I suddenly realized that the mother standing under the eucalyptus, where I still circle around the tiny. And there, in the land around the mailbox is the mother is backing Grass to grow a flowerbed. Sweet memories are now necessary, they are more wonderful than any other remedy to help me with the strength to face the events of the day. No, I have to run away from that place, I have to run to the end of the road, leaving everything behind my back. My leg suddenly slows down as if I'm running on wet sand - it seems my leg does not stick to it. The surface of the pavement is paved with concrete. On the road, I tripped a few times, once fell but fell down in time, however, while staggering up, the whole people collapsed again. Finally, I also got up. Only a short distance away, running again, sweat running down the net, I tired, gasping. On high, the sun burned with rays of sun filled with heat to my skin, the space became bright white, the sunlight from the road pouring concrete dazzled me to make me dazzle. be alone, no shelter. In the mood of being in this extremely dangerous situation, I suddenly remember to spin the jungle green ... at home ... in Forks ... I turn into the corner of the road, Xu Xuong Rong, recognize immediately The center of dance teaching, its appearance is unmistakable compared to what is kept in my memory. Parking in front of the door, sliding windows are pulled down. end. I can not run anymore. I have no strength to breathe. Attempts and fears at the same time reside in my soul. Coming closer, I found a note with a bright pink note on the back of the door. On top of it was a handwriting, roughly in the middle. The ballet mind is closed for spring break. I put my hand on the doorknob, carefully pulling out. Door is not locked. Holding my breath, I open the door slowly, stepping in. The corridor is empty and dark, cold, air conditioning is running low. The same plastic chairs resemble each other along the wall, the carpet on the floor wake up the smell of shampoo. The dance hall in the west is very dark, the door is still open. On the right - east dance hall,

bigger room, lights are on. In return, the window in this room was closed. A sudden panic attack came around me with no way out. I paused, did not dare step one more step. Suddenly my mother's voice echoed: - Bella? Bella? Still a scary voice calling out my name. I ran through the door, came to that voice. - Bella, you make me so scared! Never do that to your mother again, hear it! My mother's voice still rang as I ran deeper into the long room, the high ceiling. Frustrated, I looked around, trying to find out where my mother's voice came from. Mom laughed, I was spinning for a moment. My mom was there, on the television screen, rubbing my hair, then she was feeling relieved. It's Thanksgiving, my twelve year old. My mother and I visited my grandmother in California, the last visit before my grandmother died. Then we went out to sea, then, I was swimming away from the pier. My mother saw my leg pounding in the water, trying to balance. - Bella? Bella? - Mom called out to me. Television screen suddenly bluish. Slowly, I turned around. He was standing silently by the door