Distractions

Chapter 2

The silence stretched out while my declaration hung heavily in the air. I couldn’t believe I’d just betrayed the Cullens in the most despicable way. What had I done?

“I was right to leave you,” he spat vehemently at me.

I closed my eyes trying to rid my mind of his angry words and his livid, glorious face. Dylan’s fingers skimming my cheek startled me, my eyes going wide as I braced for what was surely coming. He thought I was a nut-job and belonged locked up in the mental ward.

“I know vampires are real, Bella.”

His hand fell back to his side and he leaned against the rock resuming his star gazing. “I have another confession.” He sounded so lost that I wanted to comfort him, but something held me back. Whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to be far worse than just reading my private thoughts from my journal.

“I work for a vampire. He sent me to find out if you knew of their existence.” He swallowed hard and met my gaze with regret. “I’m supposed to report back to him now that I know for certain what we already suspected, what we feared.” He took my limp hand into his before continuing in a hushed voice, “But how can I report back to him when I know what it will mean for you?”

Fear flowed like ice through my veins. Stupid know-it-all-Edward-voice had been right. I was in danger all because I wanted to piss off my imaginary vampire so I could hear his beautiful voice and now something horrible was about to happen to me.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” I asked quietly, resolving to be brave and not cower like the scared little girl I really was.

Dylan frowned. “I’m going to take you to see him.”

Was it odd that I preferred meeting an angry vampire to going back to the mental facility? Yeah, it probably was. Edward had been right – I had no sense of self preservation. “What, you’re just gonna take me tonight? Where?” I spluttered thinking how this would affect my parents. I didn’t want to scare them; they’d been through so much these last seven months and didn’t deserve to wonder what had happened to me. Charlie would probably have the damn FBI involved by this time tomorrow.