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Chapter 2- Home

Ah, my bed. It was all a nightmare. I sat up in my bed and reached for my lamp. Flipping on the light, I looked around at my room. Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the clock, 6:43 am. Flipping on my IPod and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I went into the bathroom.

The place was a lot cleaner than I remember leaving it, but I have been dreaming of a dark dirty basement. Oh, and what an awful, creepy guy to dream about, what the fuck happened to, prince charming?

The bright light was hurting my eyes, so I lit a few candles, and turned it off. Then I slid into a nice hot shower. Reaching for my loufa … where the hell is it, oh, there. Funny I usually hang it on the shower nozzle. Oh well. I really must be out of it today.

Washing over my shoulders and neck I feel a little bump and then another, what on earth. Then I look down at my hands and I have bumps on my wrists. Next, I check my thighs.

"Oh!"

That was all I remember before waking up in my bed again. Shit, it wasn't a dream. A monster kidnapped me, held me hostage, drank my blood, and then fucked me! And I begged for it. Get a grip, the tears fell freely from my eyes. Traitor tears, I wasn't shedding them for what I had just gone through, or a fear of what was to come. I was crying because of him, what he said.

"Thatwill never happen again."

His voice was cold and calculated, like I seduced him and forced him to have sex with me. What am I going to do? Realizing I am still wrapped in my towel, I go to my dresser, it's mine but the clothes inside are not. All the underwear is nice, silky, and very expensive.

I ponder who rescued me from the shower, and shutter at the thought that he would show me that much kindness. Once I had some underclothing on I went to my closet, wait the closet, there is no way this is really my apartment. However, I would like to be sure. Looking for my clothes in the closet all I see are dresses some in garment bags, some just hanging on hangers. Where in the hell are my jeans, and T-shirts. What I really want are my sweats and dad's old FPD, shirt.

Walking back to my dresser, I pull open every drawer looking for my favorite things. None of these clothes are mine. Falling to the floor in a monsoon on tears, half-naked, cold, alone, and scared. I begin to give up I just want to curl into myself and disappear.

Suddenly there is a light tapping on my door. I hear a woman's voice soft and gentle. Different from the one I have heard before call to me.

"Isabella?"

How does she know me? How does she know my name? I wait pleading with fate to make her go away. She raps on the door again.

"Isabella, please let me in. I can help."

"Help me how, are you going to free me. Let me go home, to my home."

"I'm sorry Isabella I can't do that, but I want to help you, be your friend … if you'll let me. I have some breakfast here … eggs and bacon … some coffee?"

Her voice softened, and then she spoke of food. I wasn't sure, when the last time I ate was. So by fear of starvation I slowly rose taking a gown out of the open drawer. I put it on before opening the door. Cautiously looking both directions making sure she was alone and that 'he' wasn't with her, or the other woman.

"They won't be bothering you anymore. They are in lock down, on punishment."

"Where am I?" The boldness in my voice shocked us both. I have never had a need to be loud, but given recent circumstances I would say it was called for.

"I want to go home, to my real home, and I want all of my things returned to me."

She breezed past me, placing the tray of food on my bed, my actual bed, and then left the room. Leaving me confused and alone, again. My stomach growled at me for not snatching up the food the second its wonderful aroma hit my senses. I have to admit it does smell delicious, but what if they are trying to poison me, kill me.

"Isabella, I promise the food is safe."

A familiar man's voice surprised me from behind. Quickly turning around I was staring into very familiar eyes. Shaking my head vigorously, my mind began a final breakdown. This couldn't be he helped me on so many occasions.

"Why?" I could hardly speak. "What … you?" Words escaped me. Then it was all black again.

Once again, I awoke in my bed, this time to smelling salts and three individuals standing over me, two women, and a man. Two of them I knew, one unmistakably, but the other … a woman, I had never seen her before. The three of them stared at me with honey colored eyes and pale faces. I wondered if I had finally died, if the shock had gotten to me and my heart had finally given out.

No, that couldn't be, I feel my heart beating in my chest now. Unexpectedly I spoke and shocked us all.

"Are you going to bring the pain again, are you going to … drink me?"

Their faces turned to angry skeletal masks and their eyes turned black.

"I'm sorry, I'll be good. You can have me I wont fight you. Please just … make it quick, I don't like the pain. She … the other woman … Rosalie, she liked it when I screamed … I could see it in her eyes. But …"

I wasn't aloud to speak again. His face softened, instantaneously, and he stopped me by placing his hand over mine gently.

"Isabella, I am so sorry for what my son and daughter have done to you."

"They are your children? Then … but … you, Dr. Cullen, I don't understand."

The woman who brought my food tray in spoke next. She was a short, very petite girl, with short black spiked hair. Her eyes had changed back to their honey color, and her face no long held its angry skeletal features. She looked as sweet and innocent as when she was here earlier.

"Isabella we are all Carlisle's children he has … adopted us."

The other woman spoke next. "Carlisle, how do you know Isabella?"

I answered her, "He saved me."