Damn, I can't believe I fell asleep. I was supposed to meet Jess And Angela. If I'm late, someone's going to blow a fuse and I don't want to be a witness to that. The funny thing is, I don't remember the couch being so lumpy, or the lights being out, or sleeping with my hands…Shit! It all actually happened. When my dad finds out someone's going to get a serious ass kicking. Just then a particularly bumpy spot on the road sent me rolling off the mattress and sprawled out on the van floor. My shoulder connected to the ground in a very unpleasant way, causing me let out a large groan. Then, out of pure frustration, I started thrashing about, kicking my feet every which way, slightly embarrassed I couldn't even sit up. By this point, dumb ass and dumber ass realized I was awake.

"Emmett just keep driving. I'll go in the back and deal with her," Edward said with a hint of frustration in his voice. "Would you stop flailing about. You're going to hurt yourself." He attempted to calm me down, but I was way to oblivious to his needs. All of the frustration from today just came bubbling out in a moment of madness. Edward wrapped his arms around me in an effort to subdue me. "Isabella would you please calm down. You're going to hurt yourself," Edward repeated, not that I gave a shit.

"First you assholes kidnap me, then you expect me to be a polite, well behaved little hostage for you. Well, ding-dong, wake the fuck up, cause you're dreaming." Clearly, I was not going down without putting up one hell of a fight first.

Edward clamped his hand over my mouth. God I'm getting sick of that. "Ms. Swan, I do not appreciate your use of foul language. If you wish to continue doing such, the tape will go on and it won't be coming off." Even though I had the blindfold on my eyes, I could almost see his face in front of mine, staring me down, not that I actually know what he looks like. So I said the first thing that popped into my head. Unfortunately being the smart-ass that I am, usually what I say does me no good.

"Fuck you," I said nice and slow, hoping to piss Edward off some more. How much worse can it really get?

"Just remember Isabella," Edward said as he was ripping the tape off the roll, "everything that happens to you in our company," then he put the tape on, a little forcefully I might add, "is your own fault. I tried to be nice, but it's hard to be reasonable with a brat like you." Yeah well I don't like you much either you dumb Neanderthal. Every single bad word and insult I had learned over my 18 years of life was surfacing to my head at this very moment.

"You should learn to be nicer to people Ed. She's not going anywhere. She seems to be just as stubborn as you, which means neither of you are going to get what you want." Oh Emmett and his infinite wisdom. He did get one thing right. I am stubborn. Very stubborn.

"You know Ed, I'm getting kind of hungry, and the girl probably is too," Emmett interjected. I was kind of hungry, but I wouldn't take anything from them.

"There's only two hours left Emmett, can't you wait until we get to the house."

"You know how I get when I'm hungry. It's been a while since we stopped." Edward seemed like he really didn't want to stop until we got to "the house". Stopping would give me an extra shot at escaping, although I highly doubted Edward would let me have my chance. After a moment of silence, which I imagine Edward was using to decide whether he wanted to hear Emmett whine or not, he let out a sigh of defeat.

"Pull over at the next rest stop. Make sure you park away from the other cars. I would hate for Ms. Swan to cause us to have to deal with any unfortunate witnesses to her predicament," Edward said, the last part seemed more addressed to me than Emmett. "You here that Isabella. If you so much as cause me any trouble while Emmett's away, I won't hesitate, got it?" Edward asked with authority. I mumbled my response, though I'm pretty sure he understood what I tried to say. "Foul language gets you nowhere Isabella. It gets you nowhere with me." He went back up to the front with Emmett while they waited for the rest stop to approach

Yet again, I found myself thinking about the unasked and unanswered questions. I couldn't wait to get out of this van, kick Edwards' ass, and then kick it again.

Just to state the obvious, I don't own Twilight.