Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters, just the scenarios that I put them in.

OK, here's my new story. This idea bugged me for a week before I wrote it down and put it into a category.

I'll be honest, I'm not an obsessive fan of Twilight, I only really liked the first book, and I think the movie could have been directed a bit better. I do, however, love the characters Jacob, Emmett, Bella, and Alice...and Carlisle! I think Edward is a bit of a sissy in the books. *dodges trash being thrown at me* Sorry!

Any who! I hope you like my story! and reviews make my world go round!


Chapter 1- The Beginning or the End?


Bella POV

Waking up is always hard to look forward to these days. It's either waking up only to serve "The Master" or waking up after his beating got to be too much and I finally passed out.

It wasn't always like this.

Three years ago I had a great life, not perfect, but I was comfortable. I lived with my mom, Renee, and her boyfriend, Phil. I liked Phil, he could handle Renee and love her like she deserved. That's why I'm not so worried about them, they can take care of each other.

It's still hard to imagine that I've been living in this Hell for three long years.

The memories of how all this happened three years ago always rush back to me when I wake up. I always hope it's just a terrible nightmare and that I'll wake up to cook breakfast for Renee and Phil while reminding Renee that she left her keys in her jacket in the closet, and Phil will be on the phone talking to someone about his next baseball game.

Then I wake up, and I realize that it's all real. That this fucker really did take me and twist my reality so badly that I wish I really had killed myself all those years ago.

It all started when I decided it would be best for me to live with my dad, Charlie, for awhile. Renee wanted to travel with Phil, being separated for such long periods of time was hard for her,and I figured it would be easier for her to be happy if I moved with my father, Charlie, in Washington. The only reason Renee didn't travel with Phil was because of me, this way it'll all work out fine. I hadn't seen Charlie in years anyways.

So the day before I was to head off to the airport and continue my life in Forks, Washington was the day that my life took a drastic change for the worse.

I was sixteen at the time, my birthday having passed a few months back, and Renee and Phil were getting take out at the Chinese place downtown. I knew they were taking their time so they could enjoy some alone time.

Nearly all packed and ready to go, I wanted to take a nice walk in the neighborhood for the last time. It was around 7:30 p.m. and dogs were barking all the way down the street, making it a little creepy out.

After about ten minutes of walking, the air started to get tense around me and I was getting the feeling of being watched, so I started walking back towards the house at a quick pace.

It all happened so fast, but I remember almost every part of it.

His car came speeding towards me and I knew I was in serious trouble, so naturally I started running. The car sped past me then stopped in front of me. I turned around and started running the other way not looking back. He was out of his car and running after me. All the dogs kept barking, and it felt as if I was the only person outside, I felt helpless and I was trying not to panic while I kept running. He was catching up too fast.

Suddenly I felt a hand closing around my mouth, with a cloth in his hand that had a smell to it. I knew what it was, not the name, but I knew it was supposed to knock you out. It's always in those kidnapper movies, the kind where the good guys usually win and the bad guy has the oh so tragic past and a dramatic motive.

Everything started getting blurry and I knew the chase was over. He was carrying me to his car and I vaguely remember, before I passed out, him driving towards my house.

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I slowly woke up with my hands, feet, and mouth taped. As an added bonus, I had a slight headache.

It looked like I was in one of those old rundown hotels. How cliche.

When I looked around the room, I saw my kidnapper sitting on the bed. He had blond hair that was put into a low ponytail, and had the style of an Australian pimp. I suppose some would consider him attractive, but at the time I was trying to analyze the situation and find a way to get the hell out of there.

I recall him looking at me, studying my face and then something in his eyes made it seem like he came to a sudden decision.

"Finally awake I see," came his smooth voice. I couldn't exactly talk so I just waited for him to continue.

"Were far away from Phoenix. Luckily for me, your mother and her boyfriend gave me a nice little opening to steal you away," again, I didn't know why he kept pausing. Maybe he was waiting for a reaction, or just giving it dramatic pauses.

Don't get me wrong, I was scared to death at the time, but now that I look back on the situation, it was like an old, badly directed movie.

"They think you're dead, that you killed yourself. That you believed that you were being thrown away, and that you couldn't stand to be such a burden on them, that you decided to run away and commit suicide. No clues to where you are, or how you killed yourself, just that you wanted it," he said it so calmly, it was as if he was giving me his shopping list.

From there on, the abuse started small. I would disobey, and he would slap me, but as the months went by, it started getting more violent, more physical.

I noticed him drinking more, getting more aggressive, so I figured if I wanted a single chance to get out of there alive then I would need to be a good little pet.

He never told me his name, I just found it out. His license was, after all, out in the open for all to see.

His name is James.

I don't remember his last name, it wasn't important to me at the time. All I needed was a name for the monster that I could fight in my dreams. He had me call him "Master", and I was his good little toy. Cook, maid, punchbag, sex doll, I'm a fucking variety package. He even dresses me up, and I just love how my dignity goes down the drain every time I take a shower after his 'Sessions'.

Three long years of becoming the toy of some sick asshole.

He even made me watch the news at the time when Renee and Phil got married and had a little girl, it was in the news because he was a professional baseball player. They named her Isabella in my memory, she should be around two years old now. I know I shouldn't feel like I've been replaced and forgotten, like they just got a better-than-the-original replacement Bella to be loved and cherished, while I get to be ordered around like a slave.

I am happy for them, don't get me wrong, but I'm allowed to be just a little bitter about how things are turning out.

James told me last night that we're moving to Washington state. He didn't tell me the town, but he probably didn't know that I had a father there. Maybe he does, I don't know. Who knows anymore, maybe if I'm lucky, he has no clue about Charlie.

This could be my chance to find a way out of this, to finally be free. It's a long shot, but I've got to try, this is the chance I've been waiting for.

He's always so careful, but he'll mess up and get too comfortable, thinking he escaped the law, but I'll get out. When we go to Washington, I'll contact Charlie somehow, I refuse to give up completely. I'm eighteen now, and even though I know that if I mess up he could kill me, I refuse to go down without a fight. He may think he's got me all trained, he did work on me for three years after all, but I still have some defiance left in me.

I just don't know if this is the beginning, or the end. Only one way to find out.


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