Rated M for dark themes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, nor am I Stephanie Meyer. I do own my plot and any characters that are not from the original novel. I don't own the quotes that will be at the beginning of each chapter; they are mostly from a poem called "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein, and if not, I will say so.


Prologue

The hand over my mouth tastes like dirt, and the warm liquid on my face feels like blood. My hands, tied behind my back, ache and scratch. He's pulling my hair with his free hand, with the one that isn't grasping my face hard enough to make me wince.

His smell is unfamiliar—gasoline, maybe cigarettes. What I can see of his hand is disturbing—untrimmed nails rimmed in black, every crevice in his skin made visible by something dark and greasy.

I begin to panic. Where am I? It's too dark to tell. Inside, somewhere. Where?

His breath his heavy in my ears. Hot. Smelly. I squeeze my eyes shut. Where am I?

My heart races. I bite the inside of his hand, but he doesn't move. He tightens his grip on my hair, and I whimper. Where am I?

The baby moves in my belly, sensing my distress. The baby! Oh, god. The baby! My heart skips a beat. My breath hitches. I start to sob. I try to kick him, somewhere, anywhere, but my legs are stuck under something. Am I sitting? My lower body is numb. I wonder how long I've been sitting like this, in this position.

I try and elbow him, but my arms feel like jelly. I try and scream, but he only pulls my hair harder. His nails dig into my cheek. Where am I?

The baby moves again. I try and calm down, but I can't. Where am I?

A thousand things run through my mind. Edward. The baby. Where am I? Charlie. Who is this man? The baby. How did I get here? The baby!

And then I hear his voice, low and gravelly. Something from a horror film.

"You're mine now."


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