Bella's POV

I struggled against Sam as he carried me. It wasn't doing me much good though. First because Sam was running quickly which made it difficult for me to fight. Also, Sam was a hundred times stronger than me on a good day, let alone while I was weak from pregnancy. I had no chance of getting away. But what other choice did I have but to try. Sam had kidnapped me and was planning to kill my baby. I needed to do anything I could to try to get away from him, even if it was futile. What kind of mother was I if I didn't?

"Stop fighting me, Bella. You're going to hurt yourself," Sam said.

"Save the false concern, Uley. Less than a half hour ago, you were ready to kill me," I spat as I continued to struggle.

Sam tightened his grip, though not enough to hurt me, and said nothing.

Soon, we arrived at a small white house near the woods. There didn't seem to be any neighbors around. So if I was to scream kidnapping, no one would hear.

Sam set me down on my feet so that he could open the door. He kept a firm grip on my arm though. Whether it was to make sure I didn't fall or to keep me from running, he didn't specify. I got the feeling it was a little of both. Once the door was open, he ushered me inside and over to the couch where he sat me down. He then closed and locked the door.

I looked around the house. It was a nice place. It looked slightly bigger than place Sam had with Emily. It was well-furnished, but it nothing fancy. It looked like a nice place to live. I might actually like visiting this place if it hadn't just become my prison. "Where are we?"

"My place," Sam said simply.

"I've been to your place. This isn't it," I replied.

"No, you've been to Emily's. I spend most of my time there, but it's not actually my house. This is," Sam said.

"Whatever," I said before looking away.

"You can stay here for now or if you'll be more comfortable, you can go into the bedroom. It's through the kitchen and down the hall," Sam spoke as though he was advising a houseguest.

I glared at him. "Don't act like I'm a friend who's visiting, Sam. You kidnapped me!"

Sam sighed. "I'm going to change and then I'll get you something to eat. You're not looking good."

"So what? What do you care? It's not like you're interested in my well-being or my child's. You intend to kill my baby. You don't need me healthy for that."

"Contrary to what you might believe, I don't wanna torture you, Bella. I don't want you to suffer. If there's any way for me to spare you any pain, I'll do it," Sam said.

"You wanna spare me pain, Sam? Take me home. Let me bring my baby safely into this world. He's not some monster that has to be put down. He's just a baby. Please, Sam," I begged. Yes, I knew it was pathetic of me to beg Sam, especially since I was pretty sure my family was all dead now because of him, but I had to use any method I could to save my baby. He was most likely all I had left. He was the only thing that kept me alive with the knowledge that Edward was probably dead.

As soon as that thought hit me, a wave of pain flowed through my body. It killed me to think about the man I loved in pieces and in a fire someplace. It hurt so bad I could barely stand it. The baby was literally the only thing that I had to live for now, which is why I did my best to push the pain aside and try to find a way to save him from Sam.

Sam looked at me for a minute and then started walking away. "I'll be right back."

I watched Sam disappear through the kitchen towards the bedrooms. I then looked at the door. Sam had left me alone. I could try to make it out. It probably wouldn't work well, but I could give it a shot. Like I said, I had to try anyway I could.

I carefully pulled myself off the couch. It was no easy task these days, but I somehow managed it. I went as fast as I dared, which wasn't very as I was afraid of falling and hurting the baby. Finally I made it to the door. I'd unlocked the door and got it open just a crack before a large, dark hand pushed it closed again. "Damn it, Sam, let me go!"

Sam didn't respond at that moment. He just took me by the arm and led me back over to the couch and helped me sit back down. "How far did you really think you were gonna get, Bella. First of all, we're in the woods. If your health was pristine you would've gotten lost and I would've eventually found you. In your condition, you probably would've fallen before you even made it to the end of the driveway. It was stupid for you to even try. You could've seriously hurt yourself."

"Because it's much better here, right? Here with the guy who is planning to murder my baby the second he's born and who in all likelihood got my husband killed," I said. Another wave of pain hit me as soon as I said it.

Sam didn't say anything in response.

"Is Edward dead?" I asked in a shaky voice. I had to know one way or another. I had to know if there was any chance of me ever seeing the man I loved again.

Sam seemed to contemplate what if anything he should say. And it was pissing me off.

"Damn it, Sam! The least you can do is tell me whether or not my husband is alive or not!" I yelled at him.

"I don't know if he's alive," He started before pausing. "But probably not."

That was as good as if saying Edward were dead. He'd as much as said he'd ordered Edward's death, which meant either Edward and the Cullens were dead or the Pack was, maybe it was even a little bit of both. All I knew was that it was shattering my heart to know that the man I loved with everything in me likely didn't survive this last fight.

"I'm sorry. I'm gonna get you something to eat," Sam said. His face and voice did show that he really was sorry. Too bad I didn't give a damn.

"Sam," I called.

He stopped moving towards the kitchen and turned to me. "Yeah?"

I looked down at the floor as I spoke. "You know that without the possibility of me changing, I most likely won't survive childbirth, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Sam said sadly.

I looked up at him with as much hatred and coldness as I could muster. "You shouldn't be sad about that. You should be grateful. You should pray that everyone who says that I will die is right. Because if somehow I miraculously survive, I will stop at nothing to end your pathetic life! Even if I have to find some vampire willing to turn me just so I have the strength to kill you!" I vowed. I would damn well do it to. I would kill Sam and then let his Pack kill me. Because without my baby, life wouldn't be worth living anymore.

Sam just stared at me for a minute before continuing to the kitchen.