“What!?” Esme and I shouted together.

“Tanya. That little…”

“Bitch.” I finished her sentence.

“What did she do?” Esme retained a calm and collected tone, but she began leading the way directly to the exit.

“She didn’t, yet. But she is on her way over to the house to…..” She faltered on the word as if it burned her tongue, “…. she’s going to try to seduce Edward…”

I suddenly felt very ill. My head spun violently as my mind traveled to every scenario it could. It rested finally on the unsettling vision of Edward and Tanya’s naked bodies twisting beneath the sheets of a bed that I did not recognize.

“Bella,” Esme’s eyes were full of concern as she opened the door to the Volvo for me, “Edward can handle himself.”

I didn’t respond. The vision in my head had now become much more graphic. I felt absurd for even imagining such extremes, I knew that Edward would never….. Would he? How convincing was Tanya?

“What’s happening?” Esme pressed as we squealed out of the parking lot.

“She hasn’t made it through Emmett and Jasper ye…..never mind, she just….ooooh..” Alice winced. “She just broke a vase in her effort to get past the boys…what are they… oh, they’re..” Alice’s cell phone rang as if to finish her sentence, “….calling me.”

The speedometer reached 120 as she flipped open her phone and responded without letting Emmett speak. “Why didn’t you stop her!?……WHAT!? NO YOU MORON! WE’RE ON OUR WAY THERE! GO GET HER!”

She snapped the phone shut, “She told them that she was holding us hostage, how… how could they believe that…” She scowled.

“How far away are we?” Esme asked.

“19 miles, we’ll be there in about 8 minutes.” I answered, “I hope she’s still there when we get there.” I growled.

“Bella, relax.” Esme tried to calm me down, but to no avail. The images in my head changed to include a clear vision of myself smashing Tanya’s perfectly proportioned face into the wall repeatedly.

Time passed slowly. By the time we had finally pulled into the driveway I already had the door opened and I jumped out and bolted ahead of the Volvo to the front door.

“Where is she!?” I snarled as I slammed the door open.