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CHAPTER ONE

SONG: Closer - Nine Inch Nails

You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything

The sound of my feet crunching loudly on the snow filled the air.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. It continued as I walked closer and closer towards my childhood home. I smiled as I looked around and the feeling of being home wrapped around me warmly. Made of tan brick, the house sat on a raised platform. It was huge, almost 5,000 square fit, with tons of large windows everywhere. There was also 3 acres of land surrounding us in Clallam county so our neighbors were sparse but that was how Dad liked it. He liked his privacy but with him being the Governor I totally got it. Dad, Gov. Swan, worked really hard for where he is now. My mother bailed on us when I was young because she didn't like the thought of being married to a small town Chief of Police - well, look at him now. It took many, many years but he finally climbed up that ladder and got his dream job. I wasn't saying everything was always peachy keen because it wasn't. He worked long and odd hours and some times he didn't come home at all which was hard for a kid to really understand. Now that I was older, of course, I understood everything he did. He wanted to give me everything he promised and he had. I was in my final year of college at Harvard - business major. I wanted something practical and something I knew would land me jobs and secure my future. Dad had hammered that into my mind... security. For when he couldn't be there, he had told me. So that's what I did.

I heard the pitter patter of excited feet behind the front door and smiled. I unlocked the door quickly and was attacked by our white German Shepherd, Sarge.

"Sarge! Okay! Okay! I missed you, too, boy!" I shouted and giggled as he continued to lick my face.

He kept jumping up and down and barking excitedly as I shut the door behind us. I knelt down and let him lick my face again. Cooing at him, I led him into the kitchen and refilled his bowl. I grabbed a snack to eat before I took my bags into my old bedroom. My bedroom had a balcony attached to it and I stared out the window; remembering many nights sneaking out. I smiled as I started to unpack and put my clothes into my dresser. I fished out my cellphone from my purse and turned it on. I had new texts from Dad.

Dad: Bella, I hope you arrived safely! Please text me and let me know! I won't be back until Monday. I'm sorry, honey. I wish I could have been there for your first night back. Victoria should be coming around tomorrow to see if you need anything and tidy up the house. I'll see you first thing Monday! I love you, kid.

Bella: Daddy, just wanted to let you know I'm home! I made it here safely. Everything's okay. Sarge and I are going to sit on the couch and eat junk food until I pass out. Hope your night is as fun as mine. Love you, too!

I tossed my phone on the bed, knowing I probably wouldn't hear from him the rest of the night, and went into the living room. The large windows covered the living room walls from head to toe and head no curtains. You didn't need them where we lived there, there was no one out here. The sun was going down as I sat on the black leather sofa and patted the cushion to call Sarge up next to me. He rested his soft head against my leg and I stroked him as I flipped through the channels on the TV. I finally settled on some ridiculous looking horror movie and snuggled down.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Sarge was licking my hand. I patted his head and told him he was a good boy. Yawning, I stretched as I stood up. I had had a long flight and was finally feeling it. I decided to just head off to bed. I took a quick shower and did my nightly stuff before climbing into my bed; calling Sarge to come sleep with me. Some times I got scared being alone in this large house so I took comfort with Sarge sleeping next to me. It didn't take long before I fell into a deep sleep with a warm dog pressed against me.

..TB...

Growling woke me from my sleep.

Annoyed, I flipped over and sighed. "What's wrong, Sarge?" I asked and blindly searched my hand to rub his ears.

His head popped up and he continued to growl as he stared at my open bedroom door.

"Oh God, don't do this to me, you're freaking me out," I told him and rubbed my blurry eyes.

I looked over to the opening and tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness. For a second I thought I saw something move in the darkness.

"Fuck," I hissed and shook my head, "I knew I shouldn't have watched that movie before bed."

I searched for my phone on my bed but couldn't find it. Sarge jumped off my bed and trotted into the darkness of the hallway. I called after him and willed myself not to have a full blown panic attack over nothing. Suddenly, Sarge let out a loud yelp of distress. My stomach lurched and tears pricked my eyes.

"Sarge! Come here, boy!" I cried; knowing someone was in my house.

I didn't know what to do and as I thought about finding a weapon, the shadow moved to stand in my doorway. I let out the loudest ear piercing scream known to man. The person walked forward, only needing a few strides with their long legs, and put their large hand over my mouth; cutting off my scream. I could tell it was a man; I whimpered pitifully.

"If I let go of your mouth, will you scream?" His voice was low and intimidating.

I shook my head and he released me. "Please don't." I pulled up my comforter to cover my body.

He scoffed, "I'm not a rapist." He sounded offended almost.

"What do you want? I... I think I know the code to the safe but he doesn't keep much money in there." Tears ran down my face.

"Isabella, please, stand up and pack a bag."

I jerked back by the sound of my name but did as he said. I climbed out of bed and shivered as my feet hit the cold floor.

"Pack warm clothes," He advised me.

I was fully sobbing as I stuffed clothing into my pink Nike bag.

I paused, "Did you hurt my dog?" I asked him, sniffling.

"No, I gave him a sedative. He'll be okay. He has enough food until your maid comes tomorrow morning," He replied and leaned against the doorframe.

He knew so much about me.

I finished packing the bag and he took it from me; slinging it over his shoulder. He grabbed my comforter as well and motioned with his gun to move. I started to walk, barefoot, towards the front door. I opened it and the cold night air hit my face.

"Hold on, grab some shoes," He said and turned around to grab my shoes by the door.

I took my chance and darted out the front door. The snow stung my toes as I ran into the woods, living out my own horror movie. I could hear him screaming my name behind me but I pushed my legs harder. I made it to the frozen lake that was behind our house and ran out onto it. It made a cracking sound so I had to stop.

"Isabella! Don't move!" He shouted and put his hands up.

I could barely see him in the dark. I thought I saw him move toward me which made me take a step back. Then, the ice gave way underneath me and plunged me into the freezing water. I flapped my heavy arms; trying to bring myself back up to the surface but my arms felt like lead. Suddenly, I was being dragged up and out of the water. I coughed up water as I shook against the snow.

"Fucking Christ, kid! You gave me a damn heart attack!" He roared, pissed off. He started to peel off my pajamas and I struggled against him. "Stop it! I need to get the wet clothes off of you before you go into shock!" He snapped at me.

I went limp and allowed him to pull my clothes off; leaving me in my bra and panties. He shrugged out of his heavy black winter jacket and wrapped me in it. It was warm and burned against my cold skin. I cried out.

"Fuck. I know. I know." He tried to comfort me as he carried me towards a black SUV.

I turned my head towards his chest; seeking out warmth and snuggled into his burning body. He pulled open the passenger door and sat me down before lowering it all the way so that I could lay back. I shivered violently and my teeth chattered uncontrollably.

He got in and started the car; cranking up the heat. "It's okay, it's your body trying to warm itself," He reassured me.

He pulled my purple comforter from the backseat and swaddled me in it. I looked over at him when the car lights came on; finally getting a good look. He was in all black from head to toe. His face was covered by a black ski mask that covered his mouth and had a long slit for his eyes. They were green. He also wore black gloves over his hands. His entire body was covered except for his bright green eyes.

He caught me staring and cocked his head, "Why don't you try to sleep? We'll be at our destination soon enough," He told me.

I continued to stare at him, "Why are you doing this?" I demanded.

He pulled out of my graveled driveway and turned left, "Money, of course," He replied simply.

"I can get you money! You can let me go!" I tried to reason with him.

"You can't get me the amount of money I'm after without tipping the police off," He said offhandedly as he got onto the highway.

My brow furrowed, "How much money are we talking?" I questioned.

I could tell he was smirking underneath his mask, "Thirty."

"Thousand?" I asked dumbly.

That made him start to laugh, "Million, you silly girl."

"Thirty million dollars? My dad doesn't have that kind of money!" I shouted.

"He does, your dad is worth five hundred million dollars currently." He seemed amused.

My mouth popped open. I knew we were rich but I had no idea we were that rich.

"Guess he doesn't discuss finances with his little angel, he just gives you whatever you want, right?" He said condescendingly.

"Fuck you!" I spat but held my breath, unsure what he would do.

He laughed, "Mmm. You're feisty, kid."

"Stop calling me a kid! I'm twenty-five years old for fucks sake!" I was getting really pissed off.

I was also trying to make him see me as a human. Dad always taught me that in situations like these you want to get your kidnapper to see you as a person so they were less likely to hurt you. I didn't know how often that worked or how much kidnappers actually gave a fuck.

"Twenty-five? Hmm. I thought you were younger," He seemed surprised.

"No, I'm about to finish my last semester of college this year," I told him.

He hummed, "What did you major in?" He wondered.

I squinted my eyes at him, realizing how fucked up this really was. Here I was playing twenty questions with the dude that kidnapped me. I decided my best chance was to just play along. I had no idea where he was taking me but I knew if I latched onto him, it would be better for me.

"Business. My dad wanted me to have job security."

"Is that what you wanted to major in?" He asked.

I hesitated, "I don't want to tell you, it's stupid," I finally said.

He looked over at me, eyes intense, "Whatever it is, it's not stupid," He said strongly.

I chewed on my chapped bottom lip and winced when I tore the skin. "I wanted to be a traveling nurse, you know, one of those nurses that travel around but I wanted to be international so that I could go to third world countries and help out," I told him almost shyly.

His eyes soften, "Why didn't you?" He wanted to know.

"My dad said it wasn't practical and there wasn't job security but really I think it's because it wouldn't look good for his politics," I whispered.

He nodded, "I know how that is, having parents that won't support a dream."

I blinked at him, "What did you go to school for? Kidnapping?" I teased.

He looked at me and his eyes were happy. I wondered if he were smiling underneath that mask of his.

"I went to medical school."

My eyes widened and I let out a laugh, "Imagine that! I wanted to be a nurse and you went to medical school! Did you finish? Are you a doctor?" I asked.

"Yeah, I finished," He answered.

"But that wasn't what you wanted to do?" I was feeling much warmer now.

"Hmm. I wanted to help children. I wanted to be a social worker."

"That's a rough job."

"Rougher then going to a third world country and trying to help a dying child?" He shot back.

"Touché," I scrunched my nose, "So why didn't you become a social worker? You have political parents as well?" I joked.

"Something like that," He mumbled.

"Mm. So, we both have wealthy, upper class parents that want to control our lives, look at that, maybe in another life you and I would have crossed paths," I remarked.

He laughed and it sounded almost musical, "Maybe, I did go to Harvard albeit much earlier than you," His voice sounded teasing now.

"So you're an old man? And by 'much' earlier you better not mean a few years! I don't consider being thirty so much older!" I giggled.

"I'm thirty-three."

"Oh my God! You are old, grandpa!" I screeched playfully.

"Hey now! That hurts!" He joked right back with me.

I was hoping we were building some kind of bond that would allow him not to hurt me but then I realized- he was giving away so much about himself. Did that mean he was going to kill me after he got the money?

"Umm.." I started, nervous about the answer I would get.

"Yes, Isabella?" He looked in my direction.

"Please, call me Bella. I, uh, I just wanted to know... are you going to kill me after you get the money?" I held my breath.

His eyes were confused as he stared at me, "Ah, because I'm telling you so much about myself? No... I'll either be dead or long gone by the time this is over."

I swallowed roughly, "Are there others where you're taking me?" I needed to know.

He cut his eyes back over to me, "Yes."

I closed my eyes for a second, "Why can't it just be you?" I sort of whined.

He chuckled, "I won't let them hurt you, Bella," He promised.

Bingo. I had him where I wanted him.

Feeling satisfied with his answer, I snuggled back down into my comforter, "What do I call you? You know my name... do I keep calling you Mr. Kidnapper in my head?" I asked him.

"You can call me Green, that's what the others will refer to me as."

"Original. Is it because of your eyes?" I said sarcastically.

He ignored me, "Are you feeling better now that I swore to protect you from the big scary kidnappers?" He teased me.

"You try being kidnapped and tell me you wouldn't be scared!" I huffed.

His hand patted my knee, "I'm not scary and I won't let anyone touch you." He was so intense.

My heart thudded in my ears, "Why'd you have to kidnap me, Green? I would have totally gone out with you."

He barked out a laugh and removed his hand, "Maybe after all this is over..." He trailed off before turning down an abandoned road.

Fuck. I hadn't been paying attention to where we were going! My hands were sweaty as we approached a tiny white house in the middle of nowhere. If I thought my house was isolated... this house was literally the only thing in the sea of farm land. There was nothing else.

I tried to calm my breathing as he parked and turned towards me; asking me if I was ready.

I shook my head and he held out his hand, "It will be okay, Bella, the faster you dad gives up the money, the faster this can be over," He assured me.

He let go of my hand and got out. I saw another man dressed in all black exit the house and approach Green. They talked for a second before Green motioned towards me. I locked up; nervous about being around others. The other one seemed to instruct Green because he nodded in reply and walked back towards me. He opened the door and picked me up; keeping me close to his body. I was still wrapped in my comforter as we entered the house.

"Wow, the little bitch gets the preferential treatment I see," Came from another masked man standing in the corner.

"Fuck off, Blue!" Green snapped and sat me down on the small worn brown couch.

I grabbed Green's hand tightly; silently asking him not to leave me.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to go grab your bag," He told me.

"Aw, did you fuck her on the way here, Green?" Blue antagonized.

Green gave him the finger as he was walking out the front door. I turned my head to stare at Blue; feeling anxious to be left alone with him.

"How about you give me some of that sweet stuff to? We're all friends here, we can share," Blue said as he walked towards me.

I sank back but then he was on me and ripping the comforter away from me. He grabbed at my jacket and started to unzip it violently.

When he saw that I was in my bra and panties he smiled, "It's like unwrapping my own little present!" He said gleefully. His eyes were blue.

I opened my mouth and screamed as loud as I could. Struggling away from him, I tried to roll out from underneath him but he pinned me down. I kicked out my legs and my knee got him in the nuts. He cried out loudly, stunned for a second, before he slapped me hard across the face. I saw white spots and started to cry.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch!" He yelled and hit me again.

He pulled out a knife from his pants and pressed it against my cheek; telling me to shut up again. He trailed down and cut the top of my left breast.

"Green!" I cried out as he unhooked my bra.

Suddenly, the pressure was lifted off of me and I watched as Green shoved Blue into the wall roughly.

"Stay the fuck away from her!" He roared and squeezed Blue's throat.

"Fuck, man! Stop!" Blue choked out.

"I will remove your fucking organs one at a time while you watch," He growled and he was so fucking scary.

I was still sobbing as he released Blue and came towards me.

"Bella, it's okay, I've got you, I've got you."