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"Edward, Bella! Over here!" the paparazzi yelled at Edward and me as we descended down the red carpet. We were at yet another movie premiere for Rosalie's latest film. I was proud of one of my best friends but I would never get used to all the attention. Even being the wife of Edward Cullen, one of Hollywood's most famous actors, I would never be used to all the interest in our lives.
"Edward, keep moving," James, Edward's assistant, called from his spot behind us. James had been Edward's assistant and friend for years now since Edward had entered the industry. He took care of all meetings and appointments and pretty much ran the Hollywood side of our lives.
Edward placed his hand on the small of my back, which was exposed in the dress I was wearing, and gently ushered me forward. In true Bella fashion I managed to hook one of my heels, that Alice made me wear, in the train of my dress and trip over myself. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and felt blood pool in my cheeks. I knew by now not to expect to hit the ground when Edward was around and this time was no different. He caught me with expert skill and chuckled lightly. I quickly stood up and buried my face in Edward's side. I felt the vibrations through his jacket as he laughed at me. I couldn't help but laugh also. This was at least the third time I'd fallen in front of hundreds of people this week.
"What am I going to do with you?" he said in my ear. I hit his arm and giggled in response. I said a silent prayer of thanks as I saw that we were approaching the theater doors. Edward helped me inside and we took our seats quickly before I had another chance to fall.
Minutes later Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie took their seats beside us. Rosalie's smile was a mile wide as she sat down. Her excitement was contagious and soon we were all smiling.
"Let's hope this one doesn't suck," Edward said from beside me with a smile. Rosalie reached down the aisle and smacked the back of Edward's head. He laughed in response. They were siblings through and through.
"Ruin that dress and I swear Rosalie…"Alice trailed off threateningly. Rose smirked and sat back in her seat. The lights dimmed quickly after and Alice let out a small squeal of excitement. No matter how many movies Rose or Edward did it was always exciting to see them. Edward grabbed my hand as the movie began.
I'd like to say that I paid attention to every detail of the movie but that would be a lie. It was a fantastic modern day version of Pride and Prejudice set in New York but I was far too distracted. The source of my distraction ran his fingers around my palm eventually reaching my thigh and tracing patterns there.
Two could play this game.
I placed my hand against his knee and began rubbing small circles against his leg. His hand stopped momentarily but he soon continued. My hand continued rubbing and traveling upward. He squeezed my thigh to capture my attention and I gave him my most innocent look. He shook his head with a smile and gathered my hand again in his own.
The movie ended and everyone erupted into applause. Rose smiled and Emmett beamed with pride at his wife.
Soon after we parted ways, us girls promising to call each other tomorrow as Edward and I headed toward the limo that had brought us to the premiere. I slid into the limo and scooted to let Edward in. He sighed loudly as he placed his head in my lap. I chuckled in response. This had been his way of asking for me to scratch his head for him since high school. I put my hands in his bronze hair and began scratching lightly. He sighed, this time in pleasure. I leaned my own head back against the seat and closed my eyes as I continued scratching.
We rode for another forty-five minutes before we arrived at our house. It wasn't quite as lavish as some other celebrities' houses but it was perfect for Edward and me. I leaned down to place a kiss on a sleeping Edward's forehead. I didn't blame him. I'd only done a third of what he had today and I was exhausted.
"We're home," I whispered. He groaned in protest of having to get up but lifted himself up and stepped out of the limo. I gathered the train of my dress, so I wouldn't fall over it again, and took Edward's extended hand and stepped out of the limo. Edward yawned loudly and placed his arm around my shoulders. He opened the front door and reached over to turn on a light. He hit several light switches but none turned on.
"That's weird," he muttered. "Don't move," he commanded knowing I would surely trip if I moved in the dark. He walked forward into the house in search of a flashlight or candle. He returned moments later with a lit candle.
"Well this could be romantic," I mused aloud, which put that crooked smile on his face. He led me into the dining room and placed the candle on the table which I saw he put out a champagne bottle on. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"I figured we could make the most of the dark," he said seductively in my ear as he pulled out my chair for me. I grinned like a fool in response as my heartbeat sped up.
He sat down across from me and poured us each a glass of champagne. I took my first sip and closed my eyes as the tiny bubbles swam in my mouth.
"Well look at the two lovebirds," a deep voice called from the opposite end of the room. Edward and I both froze. "Oh, don't let me stop you, please," the voice continued. Edward began rising out of his seat.
"Have a seat, Edward," the voice commanded. Edward continued rising. "I said sit down," he said as there was a soft click. Edward froze, looking conflicted. I knew what that soft click was. It was the safety of this mystery man's gun being turned off. You learned a few things being a police chief's daughter.
"Sit down, Edward," I whispered in a pleading voice. Edward looked at me, clenched his fists but sat down. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good boy, Edward," the voice said again.
"What do you want?" Edward asked tightly. "You want money? You can have all the money you want. Just get out of our house." The man laughed and took a few steps toward us. I could see in the dim candlelight that he was wearing all black and had a mask on leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed. He came to my side of the table and stood close, too close, to me.
"Does he always talk this much?" he asked. I let out a small whimper as he pointed the barrel of his handgun at my temple. Edward shot up out of his chair.
"No, no, no, Mr. Cullen. Have a seat." Edward remained standing. "Sit. Now or I'll have to end this earlier than either of us want to." Edward sat immediately at his statement. "Good. Now I'll need you two in some more appropriate clothing. Edward, go upstairs and get you and Bella some sweat clothes." Edward scoffed.
"There's no way in hell I'm leaving you with her." The man repositioned the gun at my temple, causing a few tears to slip from my eyes.
"I don't really think you have a choice," he answered. Edward scowled but began moving toward the stairs. "Oh, Edward you have about two minutes or Bella here won't be a very happy camper." Edward looked back at me once before he sprinted up the steps to our bedroom.
About a minute and a half later Edward ran back down the steps, clothes in hand.
"Good job," our captor praised him. "Now hand me Isabella's clothes please." Edward threw him my clothes. "Get dressed, Edward." Edward began removing his formal wear never taking his eyes off of the man or his gun aimed at me. He was dressed in record time. The man turned to me. "Your turn," I swallowed thickly. Edward was the only man who had seen me without my clothes on and I certainly didn't want to expose my body to this man.
"Can't I change in the bathroom?" I croaked out. The man seemed to contemplate the question and smiled brightly.
"I have a better idea." Leaving the gun pointed at me and watching Edward he reached down and pulled a blade out of his shoe. He placed the blade under one strap of my dress. I gasped as the cold metal made contact with my skin. He swiped the blade once and the fabric ripped. I imagined how easily the sharp blade could cut my skin. He then went to the other side of me and placed the blade under the other strap. I placed my arms across my chest to keep my dress up and trained my eyes on Edward. His face softened as he took in my terrified expression. The man cut the other strap away. The design of the dress made it impossible to wear a bra and the minute I moved my arms the dress would fall away and I would be completely exposed.
"Stand up," the man commanded and I did so on shaky legs. "Move your arms." I closed my eyes as I moved one arm and then the next. The dress fell fluidly to the floor. "Hmm," the man hummed.
"Give her the clothes now," Edward said through clenched teeth. I knew he hated having anyone else look at me like this. I opened my eyes and fixed them on Edward. He was the only thing getting me through this.
"Oh, I almost forgot about these," the man joked. He handed me my clothes and I quickly took them, happy to see that Edward had grabbed me a bra along with a pair of blue sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, knowing I felt most comfortable in his clothes. I changed quickly.
"Let's take this into the living room, shall we" the man told rather than questioned. "Edward, you first." Edward shook his head but began walking in the direction of the living room. I quickly followed after Edward, not wanting to be alone with the man. In my fear and clumsiness, not to mention the dark, I tripped over one of the tables we had in the hallway to the living room. I dropped to the ground and cradled my right knee to my chest. I soon felt comforting hands on my back.
"Bella, sweetheart, are you okay?" Edward's velvety voice asked as he stroked my back.
"No," I whispered as tears slid down my face. He knew I meant more than just my leg. Nothing about this situation was okay.
"I know, I know," he soothed in my ear and planted a kiss against the temple the gun had been positioned at. The man cleared his throat behind me.
"Keep moving," the man ordered. Edward helped me stand up and he held me close to him as we reached the living room. The room was dimly illuminated at the man turned on a camping light. It wasn't enough to light the entire room but a good portion of it.
"Edward, other couch," he motioned with his gun to the couch opposite the one I was on. Edward kissed my forehead quickly before he moved to sit on the other couch.
"Now," the man began. "Let's discuss what happens next. Honey, come here," he called to the shadowed corner of the room. Another person dressed in all black emerged from the corner. How many people were in my house? Edward sighed, probably thinking the same thing.
This person was distinctly female by the way she moved and the figure under her tight black outfit.
"Can we kill them yet?" she purred to her partner. He just laughed and kissed her in response. Her eyes drifted to Edward. "Oh wait, I like this one." She strutted over to Edward and sat in his lap. I tensed and so did he. The woman ran a gloved hand over his face and nestled her head against his shoulder. Her partner just laughed.
"Let's go upstairs and have some fun together," she suggested loudly, making sure I heard.
"No thanks," Edward said through gritted teeth and looked directly at me. The woman shrugged and slid off of his lap.
"Suit yourself."
"Okay, playtime's over," the man said loudly. Suddenly two other people dressed in black emerged from the shadows and placed something over my head. I screamed loudly as someone picked me up and threw me over their shoulder. I kicked and pounded my legs against whoever held me.
"Man, she stronger than she looks," a new voice said, a little out of breath.
"Well pretty boy over here isn't easy to hold either," yet another new voice said.
"You two can't hold him?" the girl said sounding disgusted. I felt myself being thrown onto a flat surface and then someone else, who I assumed was Edward was thrown on top of me, knocking the wind right out of me.
"Bella?" Edward questioned.
"Yes," I answered breathlessly, seeing as he was still on top of me. He lifted himself off of me but I reached for him not wanting him far. I heard him cry out in pain. " Edward! What's wrong?"
"Leave those bags on," someone ordered. Edward must have tried to take his off. The idea of leaving them on scared me a bit because it was getting harder to breath in them. I heard a door close and then the thing we were in roared to life and we were moving. Edward grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, blindly feeling my body for any marks.
"I'm okay," I said as I started to cry, again. "I'm terrified, but okay," I said through sobs.
"It's going to be okay, Bella," he tried to say with conviction but neither of us really knew what would happen. That thought made me cry even harder. Soon I was gasping for enough air through the sack on top of my head.
"Shhh," Edward cooed. "Don't cry. You'll make yourself pass," but that was all I heard as unconsciousness engulfed me.
A/N: So what do you think? I'm not abandoning my other stories but i had to write this one! I love it! I think I've been watching too many action movies lately, haha. This will be a short little story.
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