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Isabella Swan. Kidnapped. Age five. What happens to her where shes been taken? Who saves her? What does she deal with? How does she over come it? When is she found? Can she even be helped? What happens when she gets home and realizes she doesn't belong there.


Bellas POV (Five years old)

I held my mothers hand in one hand and my fathers in the other as we stared up at the Eiffel tower. It was huge, I thought. Mommy and Daddy said that we were on vacation in a place called France and we were going to have fun. Mommy and Daddy worked all the time for something called the FBI, whatever that was.

"Wow." I giggled out and let go of Mommy's hand and then Daddy's. I spun and around and my pretty blue dress flared out around me and I giggled loudly. Suddenly I was being picked up. I saw the face of a man I didn't know. I screamed loudly.

"Mommy!" I yelled loudly as the man carrying me began running in the opposite direction of my parents. My mother ran after me trying to catch up.

"Bella!" My mother screamed loudly. A car drove up and the man carrying me put in the backseat. There was a man there. The other man sat in the front seat.

"Here she is boss." The man who had take me said, "Perfectly unharmed." The man in the backseat next to me ran his hand up my up and touched my no-no place.

"Stop it!" I yelled loudly and shoved his hand away. "Mommy said no one is suppose to touch me there." The man sapped me hard in the face and tears sprang to my eyes. No one had ever hit me before, my parents had never even spanked me like the other kids in class. Not even Nanny Sarah when I did something bad.

"Shut it." He said and he slid his hand back under my dress. Tears streamed down my face. I didn't understand. When the car stop the man picked me up and carried me inside and sat me on the couch. Two men followed us inside.

"This is how it is going to be." The man stated. "You are not to go outside. Jenny will be your nanny and teacher. You will do as I say. You are to refer to me as sir or James.

"I want Mommy." I said. "Now.

"Listen here little girl." He said, "You won't be seeing your mommy again."

"I want my mommy." I screamed at him. Then he hit me again. He looked at one of the men.

"Hold her." Suddenly I was being held. James pulled all of my clothes off and made the man sit me down. He grabbed a belt and hit me with it across the legs. "You will do as I tell you." He hit me again and I sobbed. I tried to get away but failed. He hit me over and over again. Soon it hurt so much I couldn't even cry. "Take her to her room." A man picked me up and carried me to a room and dropped me on the bed. I didn't move. I wanted my Daddy.

Here I was nine. I still haven't learned to keep my mouth shut. I had a fair share of bruises and scars. Sometimes I was sure some of the bruises would never fade. James still touched me. He now stepped into my room. He smiled. I hated that smile. He pulled my clothes off and then his. He had never done this before. He climbed on top of me. His body covered me. Then he did something I didn't understand. He put his boy part inside my girl part. I screamed loudly, it hurt so much. I begged for him to stop but he didn't until about an hour later. I didn't move. I curled into a ball and sobbed. Why did he do that? I missed my mommy. At least sometimes Jenny would sneak and take me outside.

I was fourteen now and my teacher Jenny walked into the room. I still didn't understand what happened when I was nine, even now that it was still happening. I looked at Jenny.

"Lets start todays lesson." She said and smiled at me.

"Jenny. James did something I don't understand." I told her.

"What Bella?" She asked me gently.

"He stuck his boy part in my girl part." I told her. "He does that a lot." Her face contorted in pain. She explained it to me. She said it was wrong for him to do that. That what he did was only suppose to happen when I was an adult and married to someone I was in love with. I never saw Jenny after that. My new teacher came. I didn't like him. I guess there would be no more trips outside. He wasn't nice like Jenny. After James did the thing that Jenny called rape, I didn't talk back as much. I did it even less now. When I was about fifteen I got fed up and angry after her raped me again and I screamed at him. He showed me a new punishment. He tied me up and beat me over and over again with a belt and over objects. Then he left me there for a day or so. Every inch of my body was covered in bruises. I cried hard. I stopped talking after that. By the age of sixteen I was more intelligent than some college grads, thanks to my new teacher but I didn't care. I was doomed to die here or so I thought. I was laying, clothing less on the couch one afternoon after James had used my body again. When the front door burst open I didn't move. I didn't care. Suddenly I was being picked up. I looked to see the face of a man I had never seen before. He pulled off his t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

"Your name? Its Bella?" He asked me quickly. I nodded. "Your sixteen?" I nodded again. Suddenly I shook with fear and tears filled my eyes.

"Easy Bella." He said gently. "Its okay. I'm an FBI agent Edward Masen, but just call me Edward. Jenny sent me to get you." He carried me outside and sat me in a car and got in next to me.

"Do you remember your parents?" He asked me. I nodded. I pulled my knees to my chest. "Thats good. Can you talk?" I nodded.

"Will you?" He asked. I shook my head. "Why?" I pointed to the bruises on my body. He drew in a deep berath.

"He cant' hurt you anymore. The cops have him." He said to me. My eyes widened. "Please talk to me." I hesitated, then nodded.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He asked me. I nodded. I drew in a deep breath. "I'm going to record this okay?" I nodded.

"I was five. The man took me away from my Mommy and Daddy. He put me in a car with James." I told him my voice cracked from lack of use, "James touched me. I told him Mommy said no one was suppose to touch me there. He got made at me. He hit me a lot. When I was nine, he raped me. I didn't understand then. I wouldn't understand until I was fourteen when I got the courage to ask Jenny about it and she explained it to me. I never saw Jenny after that. He's raped me a lot since then. He would hit me when I backed talked. I solved the problem. I quit talking." My body shook with fear. The mans, Edwards, face looked pain. Soon the car was stopping.

"Do you want to see your parents?" He asked me.

"Y-yes." I stated and looked at him. I wanted to see them so much. He leaned over and opened my door. He climbed out on his side and I took a deep breath and stepped out. He led me inside. My parents sat on the couch, looking much older than I remembered. My mother jumped up and ran over to me she pulled me into her arms.

"Oh Bella!" She cried. "My baby."

When everything was settled there in France. We were headed back to Washington D.C.. Home. My mother and father kept talking on and on about how much they had missed me, how much they loved me the whole way home. They told me all about my little brother, Emmett. He was fifteen. The talked on and on and on about it. When we stepped into the house that I vaguely remember I saw pictures on the shelfs. I looked at him and some how I was deeply hurt. They were all either pictures of Emmett in sports or pictures of them as a family. They looked happy enough. I didn't understand. For people who were hurt when I went missing and for people who loved me. Even in pictures of Emmett being just a few months old they looked happy. I couldn't have even been gone much longer than a year when this picture was taken. My mother showed me to my room. I laid on the bed. I didn't belong here. Not in this happy family.


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