Edward.

Where was she?

I was starting to get severely impatient. My insides were churning in anxiety, from fear. If I had a beating heart, I would have surely died from the accelerated beating it would produce!

I was driving in circles, madly, trying to read everyone’s mind, everyone’s thoughts. Someone had to see her! How was it that nobody could take note of such a beautiful girl? Of such an amazing girl?

Worry flooded over me as thick as doom. Where could she be? Where could she have gone? What if something happened to her? I pinched the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb in frustration, and shook my head in a desperate attempt to rid my mind of the morbid and morose visions that tried to enter it.

Just because I couldn’t find her, because she wasn’t in my sight, didn’t mean that something horrible could have happened to her. There were thousands of people in Port Angeles. What were the odds, the possibility, that something would happen to her alone?

I grew even more anxious.

“Damn that Jessica!” I mentally roared. Why on earth would she allow Bella to leave on her own, in a place uncanny for her to maneuver around by freely and knowingly? Didn’t she know that Bella was a walking target? A magnet for trouble and the likes? I made a mental note to rip her throat out if something happened to Bella.

I scanned the minds of everyone near me with great concentration, focusing on seeing whether or not they had seen her, even took a glimpse of her!

There was nothing.

Stultified, I drove quickly to the book store that Bella had mentioned going to before she wandered away from Jessica and Angela. She wasn’t there. Her scent was nowhere near the area, and no one had seen her, either.

Where the hell could she have gone?

I wandered aimlessly for what seemed like hours, pouring myself into the distinct mental voices that reverberated throughout the streets and into my head.

I was growing even more impatient, and fear began to slowly eat away at me. What if something had happened to her? What if someone had hurt her? What if she had hurt herself? There were a million things dangerous enough to harm her, to pull her away from my life…