Intensity

I felt alone.

And I didn’t know why. The moment I woke up, everything was silent. The room was pitch black and the warm body that I had fallen asleep next too was no where to be seen.

This was the first night ever that I had spent the night with Patrick and everything turned out... okay. Nothing bad happened. I didn’t get carried away with fear, nor passion. And amazingly for once... I think I may want the second one.

The night before, him telling me all about Felicity... er... Elizabeth. It unsettled me. The way he looked at me when he said I was disillusioned. The look in his eyes...

I sighed as I propped myself up on the bed. I didn’t like being alone like this. Times like this I miss my old life. The way my mother would barge in and yell. The way she would get drunk and get all carried away. Or those preciously rare moments when she was the mother I remember when I was younger.

I miss her. I miss my old life. I miss not being so confused.

I sniffed, blinking away the burning in my eyes. I wouldn’t cry. Not right now. Everything would work out in the end. Everything would be perfect. I won't have to worry about Cullen not saving me, and I won't have to worry about any of that.

Cullen promised he would always be there.

“There better be a good reason for that.”

I jumped, quickly scanning the room for the voice that I almost immediately recognized. Quickly I rubbed my eyes as I felt him get closer.

“How do you do that?” I mumbled.

He chuckled and I felt the bed creak as his put his weight on it.

“I'm gifted.” I could just hear the smirk in his voice.

“Shut up,” I mumbled again, sinking myself back into the mattress covering my body with the comforter that he had found the night before. Apparently him, his father and uncle had moved out of their previous home and into this one.

“I don't feel like it.” He grinned as he slid underneath the covering and draped his arm around my stomach. He moved closer, so that his pelvis was grinding into me, showing me that he was excited. He was always excited. I groaned as I tried to pull away, but he only held me closer. He bent his head down and I could feel his semi long hair tickling my ear.

“Please tell me why you are crying,” he whispered softly. I could feel my eyes burning all over again.

“It's nothing,” I mumbled turning my head into the soft pillow.

A few moments passed, and Patrick’s arm stayed in place. Slowly, I felt myself falling into a deep sleep. The world was getting fuzzy and I was getting so warm. The worries of Cullen and the strange attraction that I had towards Patrick seemed to not matter what so ever. He didn’t say another word, just held me close as I became dead to the world.