A/N: This is just a little something I thought up. I would appreciate some reviews. And I probably won't continue unless I get a good response, seeing as I'm going out on a limb here. Enjoy…

Taken and Forgotten

I breathed in the honey like scent of Edward, relaxing the moment his scent hit my senses. He'd be back tomorrow from hunting, and then his scent would be stronger than it was on his t-shirt. My cell phone vibrated and nearly fell off the night stand as the vibrations moved it across the stand. I grabbed it just before it slipped off the side. Awaiting me was a text from Edward.

I'm coming home early, leave your window open.

~Edward

I opened my window the moment I finished reading the text, the minutes ticked past ever so slowly now that I was waiting. Time always passes slowly when Edward isn't here, like I'm living in a pool of molasses, each moment slow and constricted. After about an hour I decided to go to bed, I hit the light and turned around to see Edward standing in my room. He looked sad, hurt almost, I hoped everyone was ok.

"Bella, we're leaving." His voice was soft, and he barely choked out the words after a few moments of silence.

"Where?" Maybe I finally would be changed, the farther from here, the better for my change.

"Alaska, we're leaving tonight." His voice was still soft.

"You can't even give me some time to pack and say goodbye?" I can only imagine the look on my face as the realization hit me, the moment his features turned to pain I knew. I wasn't going with him, I was staying here.

"Bella, we, as in my family and me, are leaving. You are staying. I saw Tanya the other day, we talked awhile, and I realized I miss her…" he choked it out like a child confessing to breaking his mother's favorite vase.

"Are you saying you don't love me Edward? I have been nothing but faithful to you, I care about you more than myself, and you still pick Tanya? I thought I was good enough for you, but I was wrong!" I screamed this at him, furious and saddened.

"Bella you don't understand, it's not like that…" he tried to explain his reasoning for lying to me, to everyone.

"No Edward, it is like that. Get out of my room. Now." I tried to remain calm, but I couldn't, not at a time like this. With that he walked to my window, at a slow human like pace.

"Be safe my Bella." He whispered it, almost to himself, but I knew it was for me. A lone tear dripped down my face, I wiped it away, determined not to let him see me cry over him. He climbed out the window, and just like that, he was gone.

3 Days Later

I walked into the house; it seemed as though every step took a lifetime, getting to my room took forever. The moment I walked in my room, I knew something was wrong. The lights were on, the window was open slightly, and my room was definitely cleaner, just like when James was here… I rushed to my window, and looked outside. Just as I was about to turn around to go outside and clear my head, a rag was pressed tightly over my mouth and I was dragged out. I didn't have the will to fight, I didn't care what happened to me, so I let myself get dragged away as my head throbbed from whatever I was breathing in . I took one final breath as my world went dark.

When I awoke, my head was pounding, and I couldn't see anything. My hand instinctively went to my face, but my hands were securely tied behind my back, and my ankles were bound together. I assumed I couldn't see because of a blindfold, and a towel was securely in my mouth acting as a gag. A whimper escaped my mouth at the tightness of my binds. A deep laugh erupted around me, from this I gathered that we were in a small enclosed area, perhaps the back of a van, and I had been kidnapped, by a man.

Panic filled me and I thrashed and kicked, I had to get out of here, Edward would never take me back if I was damaged goods. I still love him so much, I need him. Tears dripped down my face, dampening the towel with a salty taste. I didn't care if this man saw me cry, I only hid my sadness from Edward, not him. I was surprised by the pain, the burn, the stinging of a slap across my face.

"Shut up! Did I say you could make noise?" he yelled at me. Then I recognized the voice, the voice I trusted more than any, Jake. I shook my head as my tears became a downpour. He then turned soft, "Aww Bells, I'm sorry…" with that he began to untie my blindfold, allowing me my first glimpse of light in awhile. But I kept my eyes shut tight, I was afraid.

"Jacob, take me home." My voice wavered at the end; I was unable to control the fear, sadness, and confusion.

"I can't do that. You know I can't. I have you here for a reason. I want you Bella, you can't go back to Edward after he's hurt you so-…"

"I love him Jacob! I don't love you, let me go home!"

"Shut up! You love me!" he slapped me across the face again, and gripped his hand around my neck. The squeeze around my neck was tight, I gasped for breath, trying to get the sweet air that I need. I squirmed and struggled, and I could feel each of his fingers pressed into my flesh. When he finally released my neck I collapsed onto the ground, all my strength was gone as I tried to get air into my lungs. A moan escaped my lips as I felt the rush of air going into my body. I heard a small electronic beep, and was curious.

"Jacob…what's that noise?" my voice wavered on every word.

"It's just my camera, I want to record this for your leeches, we wouldn't want them to miss all the fun we're having." A smirk slid across his face as he played back him slapping me, yelling at me, and hurting me. I could see the imprint of each of his fingers on my neck as I watched myself, the dark purple bruises from his rough fingers, my bright red cheeks where he slapped me. I didn't even know what to say to him, this wasn't my Jacob, my Jake…

The van stopped abruptly causing me to ram against the back seat, unable to move my arms to stop my fall, I ran into it at full force, my nose was bleeding. The blood dripped down my face, and ran down the back of my throat as I coughed up the blood. Jacob pressed the towel that was used as my gag to my nose, hoping to stop the bleeding. "You're getting the carpet bloody! Don't you think of anyone but yourself? You'll pay for each drop on that carpet later." he yelled at me, for having a bloody nose, and was punishing me for it. I shivered, but it definitely wasn't from cold, it was from fear.

A/N: So, whatcha think? Good, bad, ugly, atrocious? It's not very good, I'll admit that much.

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