Chapter 8:

    As I woke the next morning I had a throbbing headache, my muscles screaming every time I move, and my lungs struggling to catch up with my heart. I don’t remember much from the night before besides the call from Charlie. The phone call with Charlie turned into an argument. He made a threat towards my friends and I reacted which made him even more mad and he threatened me to watch myself. I don’t remember much from last night but what I do remember is something I shouldn’t ignore.
    As I walk downstairs nobody is heard or even scene. The house is a daunting stillness that moves along the house like a blood thirsty snake that slithers along the ground. I walk into the kitchen, where I see Mr. and Mrs. Cullen sitting down at the kitchen table looking distressed. As I look to my right I see, Edward and Emmett, talking to some officers. I start to look around again for Alice, Rose and Jasper until I remember thinking officers. I look back at the officers and then at Edward. I start to think of all the reasons as to why they would be here until I look around again and found a sign as to why they would be here. I look down at the floor and noticed the scarlet gloominess blood everywhere. When I look up, I stare into a pair of memorizing green eyes.
    “Edward, why is there blood all over the place?” I took a deep breath, awaiting my answer. As I wait thoughtfully for a few seconds.
    “Bella, this morning when we woke up we found a dead dog on the floor of your kitchen. The glass backdoor is broken also.” He said, when look into his eyes I see how worried he is. “The officers want to about a few things with you.” He took another big breath and stated. “Is that Alright?” He paused thinking I was going to answer. I just nodded my head yes as he continued to talk. “I can go with you if you would like?” he asked
    “No it’s okay.” I said, while pulling myself together. I lead the way to the living room. As I take a sit, I offer the other couch to them. “What questions do you gentlemen have for me?” I questioned, they just looked at me for a few moments until they snapped out of it.
    Isabella Marie Swan, how have you been?” One of the officers asked, he familiar to me. He has a chubby look to him. He has brown hair and dull blue eyes. He looks so familiar that it actually scares me. I am downright afraid of this man. I haven’t felt this terrified scene the day I left my father 2 ½ years ago. I take a goo long look at him while I still can. While doing that I notice that the reason why I know this guy. He was one of the people who would work around the house for Charlie. He would do little odd’s and end’s around the house for Charlie. Though I haven’t seen or heard from him in almost 12 years.
    “ I am doing alright. Though I am not a fan of having a dead animal on my kitchen floor or have my glass door broken. Though there is nothing to besides let you kind “officers” do their job, I purpose.” I stated, whiling watching him twitch. He looks me in the eye waiting for me to call him out.
    “It’s a good thing that your folks called when they did. Now we can have a better chance of figuring out whom or what did this to you Bella.” This officer, who I know works around here, said. He has black hair but also a few white strands here and there. He was sort of good looking for being old as he is but yet still nothing compared to my Edward, he also has brown eyes.
    “Yes, I can say I agree with you sir. I am glad they called” I stated, while the whole time looking in the other cops direction. I want him to know that I remember him and that this is not over.