I was just nodding off. I was on the very edge of unconsciousness when I felt a hand on my shoulder. My breathing stopped with a sharp exhale. The hand gripped me tighter when I didn't respond. I could hear murmuring, but my heart was beating so loud in my ears, I didn't understand what was being said.

"Bella."

"It's just a dream, it's just a dream!"

"Bella?" The hand was gone as the precise moment my bedroom door opened, bringing with it the light from the landing. I urged myself to look in the direction of the door, but the bulky shadow moved into my room too quickly, sweeping to the edge of my bed. 

"Bella?" The shadow whispered, seeming generally concerned when I didn't answer or move. "Oh shit. Dad!" The shadow pulled me into his arms and draped himself over me. I knew as soon as I smelt that musky colonel that I was safe. It was Cain, and he was here to protect me. "It's okay Bella, I'm here, she's gone. She can't hurt you anymore." My body relaxed at his words and I moulded into Cain's muscular figure. My knight in shining armour had rescued me from the evil bitch. My hero.

"Bella?" Charlie asked as he stood frozen in the door way, wondering what to do, or say. I risked opening my eyes to see the surrounding of my now crowded room. I looked into the shadow and found the only eyes I wanted to look in. My favourite honey coloured eyes. I understood the emotion in his eyes. They reminded me of mine all those years ago. Confusion, worry, and fear. Charlie walked across to my bed, painfully slow, and perched on the very edge. I did wonder if he was even sat down, or hovering. 

"You okay Bells?" I closed my eyes and snuggled into Cain even more. Charlie knew he was going to get nothing out of me so diverted his anxious eyes to Cain. "What happened?"

 "Just like before, like last time Dad." My eyes snapped open. I searched again in the shadows for the eyes I so desperately needed to see. He just looked back at me. I flashed a warning signal to him. I knew him to well. He would read Dad and Cain's thoughts, and see what happened so many years ago. I would tell him. In my own time. Alone. In the future. The very, very distant future. He saw and accepted my warning, and edged back into the darkest part of my room.