Chapter 1

BPOV- What was I supposed to do? I probably should have gotten up and told Charlie that some boy had been in my room. Instead I just sat there pondering all of the questions that were going through my mind.

Such as; how did he get in here? The doors were locked and there were no trees to climb that were close enough for him to use to get on the roof. Of course, someone who could lift a van could probably find some way to get into Charlie’s house; even without a key.

My second question was; why? Why had Edward Cullen, who, as far as I could tell hated me, been sitting in my rocking chair in my room while I slept? I knew I should have been more frightened by this, but I didn’t really know what to think.

Was he thinking of ways to kill me in my sleep? I didn’t really think so. He could have smothered me with a pillow and been gone; but there he had sat looking like a deer caught in the headlights when my eyes opened. Was he watching me sleep? I couldn’t help but feel flattered by the idea.

I knew I should be frightened. Wasn’t this stalker behavior? I had already tried to talk to him about the van incident and he had ignored me. But he wasn’t going to get away so easily this time. I needed some answers; and Edward was going to give them to me.

I got out of bed; there was no way I could go back to sleep after that. I went and turned on my computer. I figured Dr. Cullen might be listed in the phone book; there was no reason for him not to be in such a small town. Unfortunately, I didn’t find what I was looking for; just his name and phone number were listed.

When my ancient computer finally started showing signs of life I typed the name Carlisle Cullen and Forks, Washington into my favorite search engine. I only had one hit.

Forks’ local newspaper had a small entry announcing the arrival of a new doctor and his family. It also gave the address; it seemed Mrs. Cullen was taking on the task of renovating one of the oldest buildings in Forks, which was to be their new home. I had never heard of the road they lived on. In a town like Forks it should’ve taken only five minutes to memorize all of them.