AN: Thank you guys for all the great reviews! I know this new Bella is probably a little surprising, but I like the idea of a woman who can stand up for herself ;)

Hope you still like it though after this chapter. Little bit of asshole Edward. Lots of profanity screaming Bella.

Just remember, Edward is a notorious criminal, along with his brothers and basically his entire family. So… this means he can get away with anything he really wants to do. Like kidnapping Bella and her friends. Keep that in mind, and I promise it will be explained in later chapters if you stick with me through this story, so it should be explained why Edward can get away with a shit ton of stuff and his entire criminal record and connections. Exciting stuff man, excited stuff :)

Enjoy!

Ouch.

Senses rushed onto me suddenly, surprisingly. I was most aware of the awkward position I was in, with my muscles tensed and knotted.

Warmth.

And a plush surface beneath me.

I was on a bed.

I forced my eyes open slowly to dim lighting and an obviously expensive, extravagant room. I was lying on my arm, so it must have fallen asleep hours ago. My leg was hitched up towards my chest, my neck bent at an odd angle, and everything just hurt now.

I groaned and untangled my limbs before sitting up. I sat in a queen sized bed with a fancy frame that gave the impression of weaving and intertwining branches. My curiosity got me and I touched it. Nope, it was metal.

I looked around. The room was massive, huge. In one corner seemed to be just a relaxing area, adorned with a rug and several plush couches. I saw a desk, with a computer, very fancy looking and a confusing one I might add as well. Then again, any computer looked confusing to me…

My bed sat against the wall opposite from one door, and to the right of another, and to the left of yet another. I slowly pulled the thick white comforter off of my body and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My bare feet hit the cool wood and I shivered.

I walked to the door closest to me, on my left. I tried the knob, but it was locked. I moved to the other one, mind stiff with sleep and muscles slowly unclenching. It was a door to a massive bathroom, complete with two sinks, a toilet and a shower that took up half the room with maybe six different spouts and a tiled floor and wall.

That was… fucking huge. God damn it I had never seen a bathroom like that. My mind, still trapped in the thick fog of confusion and sleep was incapable of comprehending this. All of this.

I swallowed, hard, and turned around to the last door. It was another room, half the size of the bedroom. It was set as a circle though, and covering every inch of the wall were shelves, covered completely in books. Not one empty space for a new book.

I stared, shocked, open mouthed.

Holy fuck.

I turned my back on it, eyes still wide, my heart beating fast.

Yes I remembered everything from last night, or whenever it happened.

Fucking Edward Cullen and his shit headed brothers came and got my friends and I. The motherfucker locked me in a room.

I moved to the only locked door and tried it again, just in case. Nope. Still locked.

So . . . I kicked it. Hard. I swore aloud at the pain in my foot but I kicked it again anyways.

"You fucker!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could. The fog was clearing form my head. Things came in clearer, carrying more emotion and trepidation for me. "Let me out of this fucking room or I swear to god your balls will be shoved so far up your ass you can taste them!"

Nothing.

So then I just screamed. And screamed. And screamed a little more. I grabbed the closest thing to me, some extravagant vase on a dainty little table, and threw it at the door. It shattered, of course.

Still, no one came.

"You fucker!" I screamed. "You are so fucked for this! So fucking fucked you fucker!"

I grabbed the table that I had just taken the vase off of it and hauled it at the door. It didn't break, but just kind of made a loud noise which I guess was all I wanted.

I dropped my arms, panting and moved over to the sitting area. I plopped myself down on one of the couches and crossed my arms over my chest, pouting like a little child. Which . . . I guess I kind of was . . .

"This is so fucked up." I muttered to myself, shaking my head. There were no windows in this room. I could not tell if it was night or if it were day. All I knew was that I was awake and that I was locked in a room and Edward had drugged me.

So was this what those women who disappeared went through? They were locked in the biggest room ever fucking made and treated like shit, taken away from their life, until they gave into little Mr. Perfect over there?

Oh come the fuck on.

I mean sure, this was the best room I may have ever seen. And sure, I never thought it was possible to love a bathroom until now. And yes, okay, I had never heard, nor dreamed, of a library. My own personal library I should say.

But—

Wait, what was my point?

Oh yea, this was still wrong. I was still a prisoner, forced to sleep in some comfortable as fuck bed until I gave in and went on a lousy date with Edward fucking Cullen.

That bastard.

I humphed and stood up, moving to the bathroom, my legs shaky. This was a lot to take in.

The first thing I wanted to do was take a shower. I just had that yucky, gross feeling. But until I was sure the perv ball hadn't set up cameras all over the room, then I would settle for washing my face and brushing my teeth.

Set in a ceramic toothbrush holder that could hold seven brushes was my very own toothbrush, sitting solo in the holder. Well, not my one from home, but a new one. Looked the same though, which was weird.

And next to it was an unopened bottle of toothpaste.

Same brand I had at the bathroom in Forks.

And then again, was I even still in Forks? I would have to find that out. Soon.

I picked the brush up hesitantly, as if it would blow up, and then brushed my teeth after realizing that in fact, no, Edward had not placed a bomb in my toothbrush. I washed my face with cold water, trying to bring my panic and fear down to a controllable level. I can tell people off in public if they piss me off, yes. I can stick up for total strangers too, sure, easy.

But, like a normal human being, I kind of got scared when a notorious criminal kidnaps me and locks me in a room. I found a towel, blue, my favorite color, slung on a hook by the shower. I patted my face dry with that before heading back into the room, towards a dark wooden dresser next to the door leading into the library.

Did he even think to get me clothes?

Oh yea.

Yes he did. Boy did that fucker think to get me clothes.

The drawers were stuffed with them. Expansive shit too. Never worn. I mean, of course the tags were off, but you could tell. And for someone who has not owned a new pair of clothes in a few months, I could tell pretty the fuck soon.

The top drawer was filled with designer jeans. So was the second. The third just had dress shirts and some dress pants. So . . . did he plan on letting me out in public then because these were formal occasion clothes right here?

What can I say? I was a hopeful fucker.

Fourth one down had shirts, and I grabbed a loose fitting one to change into, along with a pair of sweats. If he was going to lock me in a room, I wasn't going to wear anything nice for him. Especially not what I found in the last drawer.

Yea, the underwear drawer. Although most of it couldn't even count as that since there was so little of it. Mostly thongs. And lingerie. Lots of that. Lace and shit didn't suit me well. Bra's with hot red lace trim, little corset outfits that you would picture a prostitute wearing.

I closed the drawer, disgusted.

That sick bastard didn't expect me to wear those, did he?

Oh man were we going to have a little talking to when he came back. I changed quickly and threw the dirty clothes onto the floor. I wasn't going to keep the place fucking clean for the guy.

I moved over to the computer next. The actual computer portion was set up under the desk. I hit the button with that obvious power button on it. The thing hummed to life and I smiled to myself, sitting in the desk chair.

"Oh damn." I moaned, leaning back and getting comfortable.

What the fuck kind of computer was this, anyways? It turned on to a log in page, requiring a password.

I sat back further in the chair and stared at it, as if it would magically log itself in. Nope . . . nothing.

"Well fuck me." I groaned.

Yea, I typed in password, in case you were wondering. I also typed in 0000000. Nothing. I tried Edward, or Cullen. I went through every family name I could remember like his brothers, Emmett and Jasper. Neither of those worked. I tried their dad and his wife, Carlisle and Esme. And then I drew a blank to their extended family, which was as intertwined in the crime world as they were.

They were just a little bit more unimportant so they showed up in the news less. Hence my inability to remember them.

Finally the computer locked me out, shutting down completely and I couldn't turn it back on.

So . . . I kicked it.

Well there goes plan A. No way of contacting anyone on the computer for help. How would that have worked, anyways? Like where the fuck was I? Well, did computers have a tracking device, like cell phones? I had no fucking clue . . .

I stood up and looked around me.

What did he expect me to do here?

I mean, I could sit on the bed with another vase in my hands to throw at his head when he came in, I guess. But I had no idea when that would be. Or maybe it would be never.

I don't know, maybe he was into that tacky torture shit, like keeping me isolated for days, or weeks, no human contact until I forgot my own name or whatever.

I shuddered.

And this lack of knowing what the hell I was supposed to do led to my outburst of anger.

Little fun fact about Bella Swan: I have anger management issues. Probably totally obvious, right? So I strode over to the door, stepping over the shards of the vase and hit the door with my fist.

"Hey!" I screamed, almost hurting my own ears from the volume of my voice. "Edward Cullen I swear to god get me out of here!"

I pounded on the door with my fists until they went numb. Still, like last time, no one came. "Rose!" I screamed. "Alice! Can you guys hear me!"

Nothing.

I was completely alone.

I screamed in frustration and hit the door one more time.

Then I started screaming for a different reason. My wrist had turned and I hit the hard oak door with my knuckles. I heard something crack I swear to god I heard it. I stumbled back and cut the heal of my foot on a piece of the ceramic vase. I hissed in pain and fell down hard, landing on my tailbone, and let me tell you, that fucker hurt.

I cradled my hand to my chest and stared at the door like it was the doors fault my knuckles were completely shattered.

With my hand shaking I stood up and limped to the bathroom, pain filled tears stinging my eyes. My knuckles had already swelled to twice their original size. Didn't even think that was possible. They were bleeding, too, well mostly it was my middle knuckle and the fourth one in from the thumb, but they all seemed at least a little cut.

Oh fuck, was that a shard of bone?

Oh god it was. It was. I had a mother fucking shard of knuckle jutting out of my middle finger. With my trembling fingers, I turned the faucet on. Warm water gushed through and I winced as it washed over the knuckles, draining away the blood. "I don't know what to do." I whined, having dried them. Should I try to reset them or something? That would hurt though, wouldn't it?

So . . . I kinda just left it. I sat on the granite counter instead and washed the heel of my bleeding foot, then took one of the face cloths and wrapped it up in that, to at least the slow the bleeding. That shit cut pretty deep.

I jumped down from the counter and entered the bedroom again. I pulled through the shit in the underwear drawer until I came across a big fluffy, soft pair of blue socks with little hearts on them. Out of this world comfortable.

And I moved to go sit on the bed, to think of something, but I saw it. A phone. There was a fucking phone in this room. I limped/ran to the bedside table and ripped the phone off of its charger. There was one button on it. Just one lousy button. God damn it these were the types of phones you see in fucking motels or something.

But I clicked it anyways.

I didn't care if I talked to a fucking machine, I needed at least some medical assistance all up in here.

"Hell, beautiful." A silk lined voice answered smoothly. I screamed and threw the phone away from me.

Okay, I take it back. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Especially not him. God damn it why did he have to be the one to pick up.

"Bellaaaaaaaa." I heard him call from the phone. It was only ten feet away, so I could hear him just fine. I covered my ears, and then yelped in pain. Right, my hand was broken, got to remember that. "Bella, darling, it will do you no good to ignore me. I'll just come up there." He threatened.

I swallowed hard and got up to grab the phone.

"Edward." I said in as even a voice as I could manage. Damn him for making me scared. God damn him.

"Ah, Bella, such a treat to hear your voice." He sang from the other end of the line. I winced.

"I need medical assistance." My fucking voice trembled. But all I could feel was that crazy throbbing in my hand, so bad it almost blocked out very other thought. Almost.

"Aw, sweetheart, did you hurt yourself?" he cooed. He thought I was faking it.

Fucker.

I sighed and switched ears, holding the phone between my shoulder and my head. I sat back down on the bed. "I broke my hand, Edward. The least you could do it shoot me up with whatever shit you knocked me out with back at my place."

He was silent.

So I waited.

"You're serious." He stated, his voice dead.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I'm serious you dumb piece of shit."

There was a click on the other end and suddenly I heard nothing. "Edward?"

Bastard hung up on me. I growled in annoyance and threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall, but didn't break, just kind of clanged to the ground.

I sat still and looked at my hand as the pulsing pain coursed through my entire arm, not just my hand.

I sat on the bed and wrapped my arms around my stomach and did nothing. Just sat still, silent.

And then I heard it. Them.

"No, next one down." Oh god that was him. That was him and he was right out my door. "Yeah I got the key right here."

There was a scraping sound, like metal on metal and I watched the door with wide eyes as the knob turned. And then he was suddenly there, standing in the door way.

"Aw you have got to be fucking me." I moaned. I moved across the bed and hopped off on the other side, so now I had at least that separating us. I backed up all the way until my back hit a wall.

"Bella, calm down." Edward said, stepping into the room, his face holding . . . concern? And annoyance, too, probably at my childish reaction. But hot damn he just made me live out horror movie when he abducted me. Like come on that was some crazy shit with the lights going out and finding my friends in the dark woods and him breathing all his shit up on my neck.

I shuddered and moved along the wall.

"I need some medical aid, but not from your lousy fucking ass." I spat. I stumbled backwards as the wall ended and I came to the entrance of the bathroom. I fell down hard and kind of sat there, comically looking at Edward from across the room with wide, confused eyes.

Then he started coming towards me, in long strides.

On some sort of instinct, without me giving my body permission to do so, my leg lashed out and I kicked the door closed. I crawled along the floor and reached up with my good hand, turning the lock easily. I heard him slam into the door and twist the handle again and again.

"Bella, open the door." He demanded.

Stupid fuck didn't think I was actually going to do that, did he?

"Bella, I saw your hand, you need help. I have my father, Carlisle here with me. You probably know he's a doctor, right?" yes, sure, everyone knew that. Didn't mean I wanted another fucking Cullen around me.

"Bring me to the fucking hospital!" I cried, pressing my back against the door. "I don't want you or your family even coming close to me!"

"Oh come on Bella." Edward moaned, hitting the door with his fist. "This can't possibly be that bad. I mean, you're locked in the best room in the fucking house. Besides the room Rosalie and Alice are in. It's pretty much the same deal."

My eyes widened at the mention of my friends name and my breath caught in my throat. My chest tightened. It hurt, in an odd way. Maybe it was the amount of concern and fear that my friends could be getting hurt, could be going through pain, and I could do nothing about it because I was here, and they were there.

"And I must say," Edward continued through the door. "They are handling this much, much better than you are."

I crossed my arms over my chest. Right. They hung out around me too much, so my stubborn, egotistical personality had to have rubbed off on them enough to not let them get bought into a date, right?

Right?

"How the fuck do you expect me to handle this you dip wad?" I spat. "You drug me and lock me in a fucking room!"

"Darling, please, let's keep the naughty language to a minimum with my father present." Edward asked in a sickly sweet voice.

Anger.

Fresh, real, feral. Just… anger.

"Oh for the love of god, I'll make sure to filter my motherfucking language." I yelled. "Because everyone here knows I owe you the fucking world!"

I let out a surprised squeal as the door suddenly pushed open, sliding me across the tiled floor. Fuck I forgot Edward had keys. He stomped around the door and grabbed my arm. "Hey there sweetie pie." He said, smiling, and the fucker winked at me.

"Let's see that sexy little hand of yours." He snapped my arm out straight and I cried out in pain. Fucking A! He crouched down to the ground, at my level.

"Holy shit Bella what the fuck did you do?" he asked, mouth agape, staring at my bleeding hand.

"What did I do?" I asked, eyebrows raised. "I punched the fucking door while trying to get your fucking attention you stupid shit head!"

"Carlisle." He called quietly, still looking at my hand. Then he saw the rag wrapped around my foot. "Christ Bella, I thought I gave you a safe room."

I opened my mouth to respond when Carlisle stepped in.

I don't know . . . Just, surprise, I guess. Maybe a little apprehension. Shock. Fear. Yea, lots and lots of fear.

I was not excited in any way to be within three feet of the most notorious mob boss known in the entire world. Not excited at fucking all.

"Holy shit." I whispered, craning my neck back to stare at him with wide eyes. "Oh my god are you guys going to shoot me?"

"Shoot you—what?" Edward asked, looking up from my hand to stare at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Why on Earth would we shoot you?"

"I—I don't know." I muttered, blushing furiously. I mean, the guy had a black bag in his hand. How big were machine guns? Could they fit in that bag? All I knew was that those hand guns in movies could definitely fit in that bag. Like, fifteen of those guns could fit in there. "I just want to go to the hospital."

Edward shook his head, looking down at my hand again and touching the torn skin. I hissed and tried to move my hand away but he held it tight. "Naw, we can't let you go out in public yet." He muttered, as if this were a normal conversation.

"Oh for the love of god are you guys so fucked up that you can't even go after a girl for a date in a normal way?" I shouted, finally snapping my hand out from his grasp. "Jesus Christ why couldn't you just have asked me out a few more times rather than kidnap me!"

Edward smiled.

Stupid fuck.

"Because that's not nearly as fun."

Of course. Pursuing a woman is not fun, but locking her inside your mansion is just a fucking riot.

"For the love of god." I moaned, and stood up to my feet. "You know what? I don't even want medical attention. I want my hand to get gang green and then blood poisoning will go to my heart and I will die."

"Bella, please, you're being ridiculous." Edward sighed, standing as well. God, he was so tall. "Carlisle is a very respected doctor. He knows what he's doing."

I looked at Carlisle, standing quietly by the door, analyzing me with those big blue eyes of his. Fuck, what was he looking at? But man, the looks sure do run in the family, don't they?

"Naw." I said, attempting to move past Edward. He was having none of that.

"Bella, come on, let's do this the easy way now." Edward said, looking at me with raised eyes, asking me politely.

I stared at him. Mouth open. Eyebrows raised. Great, I can honestly say this experience will haunt me forever. I was getting threatened by one of the most experienced criminals in the world to let his notorious mob boss of a father look at my hand and use those creepy fucking tools in that fucking black bag.

What the fuck.

I leaned in real close to Edward, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise. Fucker probably thought I was about to make out with him. For the love of god how big was his ego? I rose to my tip toes so I was practically the same height as him.

"Go fuck yourself." I whispered quietly, and then plopped back down onto my feet. His eyes were still wide, shocked, mouth parted. Yea, he thought I was going to kiss him. What the fuck was wrong with him?

And then he smiled.

For the love of all that is good and holy did nothing ever get to him? Come on all I fucking wanted was to piss him off enough so he'd get sick of me and just dump me somewhere. I was smart enough to get home from anywhere. Figuring we were still in the United States, though…

"Carlisle." Edward said, still looking at me, still smiling as if this was a boat load of fun. I gasped when I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I started to pull away, but Edward's arms snapped out and held me still.

"What the fuck!" I cried, looking down. Shit Carlisle was quiet. He was injecting me with something from a clear syringe, and it stung. Bad. "God what is that?" I gasped, looking up t Edward.

And then suddenly there were two of him as my vision blurred and doubled. "Oh you fucker." I mumbled, my mouth suddenly heavy and numb and it felt like someone just shot my mouth up with Novocain.

Edward lowered me to the ground slowly as my muscles started to give out, all the while smiling that sexy shit eating grin. God the man was a dick but I sure as hell was fucking turned on by the guy. You know, once I got past the paralyzing fear and everything…

"You know," he whispered, leaning his head in close to me as my eyes fluttered closed. I fought it, I tried, but it was so heavy, and I was so tired… "When you fight like this, it just gets me all the more excited."

Yea. So I fell unconscious with a sick feeling of horror in the pit of my stomach.

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I don't think I had ever woken up so fast and painfully before.

Things rushed in at me all at once the second I rose from the dark depths of unconsciousness. I remembered everything, every word Edward said, every minute I had been here.

Let me tell you. That was a fucking horrible way to wake up.

I gasped awake, sitting up straight in bed. My forehead smashed into something solid and just as suddenly as I was sitting up, I was lying back down again, a thread of profanities pouring form my mouth.

When the pounding in my head reduced to a dull throb, I decided to open my eyes first before I shot out of bed.

A bunk bed. I was lying in a bunk bed. The wooden beams running across the top must have been what I hit my head on.

I groaned and sat up, swinging my legs slowly off of the bed. I saw my foot, wrapped in gauze. I flexed my foot out and felt the cut. Stitches? Oh yea, I had had enough of those things to know what they felt like.

I looked down at my hand, at the brace wrapped on it, over the gauze strips taped down to it. I didn't bother stretching my fingers for that. I was stupid… but I wasn't that stupid.

The floor was wooden, but my feet were still covered in those fuck my comfy blue socks so I couldn't feel the cold. I looked around the dim room.

It was small, maybe the size of the bathroom leading off of the bedroom I first woke up in. I was in fact in a bunk bed, I saw. There was another next to it as well. There were shelves against one wall, holding gauze strips and ace bandages and a shit ton of ointments.

Was this an infirmary?

I stood up and almost lost my balance form the spinning in my head. I held onto the bed post until my vision cleared. Things hurt. Like my head. My hand for sure. My foot. I limped across the room though, feeling tired and broken and in pain. I probably bruised the fuck out of my face, so that wasn't going to be fun.

I felt stupid when I tried the door, but come on. I had to try.

Thank the fucking lord I did, too.

When the knob turned completely around, my hand fell off of it in surprise. And then I stared at it like a fucking idiot. It was unlocked. My heart beating wildly, I turned it again, throwing the door open.

The hallway was light blue on top, then a wooden divider a little over halfway down, and then wood on bottom. Fuck that shit looked good. I stood still, straight, and stuck my head out.

The change in posture almost knocked me off of my feet again but I held onto the doorframe to right myself. That drug Carlisle shot me up with must still be fucking up my head. I took a deep breath and stuck my head out again. There was a person, at one end of the hallway. His back was broad, huge, actually. T-shirt. I could see the fucking biceps and my mouth fell open. He was talking to someone, a woman it seemed like, but I couldn't see the front of her because that guy was just too fucking huge.

I looked the other way, saw it was clear, even saw the opt of fucking stares. I slid out of the room, thinking I probably had no other option right now. I looked over my shoulder. He was still turned away, talking to someone. I took a breath and moved as quiet as I could, trying to fight through this thick fog clouding my mind. Fucking drugs.

I turned back to the hallway in front of me.

Holy fucking shitting blue jeans! When the fuck did a table get right there? How the fuck did I miss that one? Yea, well, I noticed it when I ran into it and knocked the flower pot off of the center of it. I fell to the side, having instinctively taken the weight off of the foot with the stitches in it, which then in turn forced me to collapse onto the floor.

"Oh fucking lord all mighty!" I cried, cradling my hand to my chest. My head span, my stomach turned, and I knew for sure I was going to throw up. I even made some gagging sound.

And then nothing came up. I stared, wide eyed, at the white ceiling above me. Fucking A I was stupid. Holy fucking A. I turned my head to the side, to the huge guy and whoever he had been talking to. Yea… he had heard me.

And yea . . . that was Emmett fucking Cullen. Oh goody, that looked like Esme Cullen too.

They were turned my way, eyes wide, just staring, kind of surprised and shocked. This hallway was fucking long, though, so they were a good two hundred feet away from me. Eyes wide, heart beating at an impossibly fast rate, I scrambled to my feet, crawling for a good five feet before I even caught my balance enough to stand.

"Hey!" yup, they got their senses back. God that guy was huge I could hear him stomping down the hallway. "Hey wait! Bella wait!"

At the stairs. Hand sliding down the glossed railing and feet tripping, stumbling down the steps. Sweat. Yea, lots of nervous, panicking sweat.

My heart beat, roaring in my ears and then finally the tiled floor in front of me, stepping across it. Socks sliding across the surface, arms flailing for balance. And Emmett, charging down the stairs so much faster than me.

Kitchen? Yes, that looked like a kitchen.

I moved as fast as I could into the room to the left. Fuck me this wasn't a kitchen. This was just a fucking cooking room. I looked around me, eyes wide. This was unreal. Really fucking unreal.

I heard Emmett jump the last three steps and slam onto the ground. That jumped me out of my trance, got me running again. Cabinets. Lots of cabinets. I tore the door open to the first one. There were pots, pans, bowls. Enough space though. More than enough space.

I threw myself in, closed the door so it was dark, waited, held my hand over my mouth and tried to control my panting, gasping breaths.

He was in the kitchen now. I could hear him slam through the door and he was in now, he was stopping, pausing, breathing heavy and looking around the room. "Bella, come on!" he yelled, exasperated. "Edward is going to kill me man!"

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Edward was a criminal after all. Then again, so was Emmett.

So…

I closed my eyes tight and fought through the head ache induced nausea. Everything was in so much pain. Everything. I just wanted someone to knock me out, maybe with that shit Carlisle used. But that would involve me showing them who I was. Not going to happen. So not going to happen.

Emmett ran through the room though, large feet stomping. He went through some other door, into some other room.

Relief.

Pure relief so good I gulped it up. I opened the cabinet door. Yes, he was gone. I crawled out, untangling my limbs. It just looked like an over sized restraint kitchen. Fancy. Stainless steel. Lots and lots of stainless steel.

Wooden floor. Christ was there entire house made of wooden floors?

I moved quietly, easily, across the floor, sliding on my socks like I was skating. Yea, I was a dumb fuck. I looked outside the doorway I had entered, and saw no one. Soft step though the doorway.

Nope, still no one.

This seemed like a front foyer, sort of. The floor was checkered tiles, black and white. Big stairs leading to the hallway I just ran for my life from. I stopped in the middle of the foyer. It would make sense then, for that huge motherfucking oak door to be the front door then, wouldn't it?

I moved to the door and tore it open, the curved handle moving easily in my hands. I wasn't so stupid to just let it slip from my hand sin surprise this time though. The door opened smoothly and slivers of decreasing sunlight spilt across the tiled floor.

Shit that was a nice sunset.

Why the fuck did it have to be ruined by that blaring alarm?

I screamed and stumbled back. Fuck me! That was so fucking loud! I closed the door, trying to make it stop. Nope, that didn't work. Shit just kept on going.

"It's the front! No, the front!"

Shit. Shit I didn't recognize those voices. But they were coming my way. I turned around and sprinted down a hallway to the left of the stair case. Away from the voices. I rounded the first corner I came to, held back fear so real it almost brought me to tears. They had run to the front door. I couldn't hear anything over the blaring alarm ringing through the entire house, but suddenly it stopped. Suddenly it was quiet.

I held my hands over my mouth, tightly, biting back the pain from my hand and head.

"Shit, fucking Emmett must have thought this was funny." Someone muttered. I closed my eyes tightly.

"Yea, well, they are going to review the tapes later so just make it look like we searched around." Another sigh.

Tapes. They were going to watch the tapes. To cameras? Oh smite the, my fucking lord.

My head spun around the dining room I sat in. Yup. There it was. Right in the corner, above that massive fucking table.

"Shit." I cursed. I flipped the camera off.

I moved along the wall, through the room, then moved around a sharp, corner down another hallway.

Doors. Lots of fucking doors.

I tried the first one. Locked. Second one was locked too. Third one as well.

Fourth one on the right side looked the best, door wise. Different. A darker wood. Like my door.

I tried the knob, not really surprised when it was locked. I was, however, surprised by the huge loud fucking bang that smashed into the door. I yelped and jumped back.

"Yea you better be scared you piece of shit!"

I couldn't breathe. I held my good hand over my heart and stared wide eyed at the door. That… that was Rose. That was Rose's voice.

"Rose." I tried, only my voice cracked, too quiet. Not working.

"Get me out of here!" she screamed. "Where the fuck are Bella and Alice! You stupid piece of shit if you hurt them you're going to pay! And I know your way bigger than me and I know your muscles are the size of my entire body and I know you've probably killed a whole bunch of people, but I don't give a shit! I can walk a mile in five inch pumps! So… so I can stab you with that heel, I guess."

I let out a shaky laugh. Yes, that was Rose. I had taught her well.

"Rose." I said louder, moving across the width of the hallway so I could get closer to my friend. "Rose, it's me, Bella. I got out of my room Rose. I got out."

"Bella?" she gasped. Her voice seemed so much closer to the door. "Oh my god Bella I am so sorry I let you go downstairs." She gasped, her words coming out in a rush.

Ah. She felt bad about the house. Well, I had fun. You know, I got to freak out, hit a guy over the side of the head with a bat, find my friends in the woods and think for a second they were dead but hey, it was cool, they were just drugged.

"Rose, it's fine." I said quietly, touching the door with the palm of my hand and resting my bruised forehead on the cool surface. "Rose, oh my god, are you hurt?"

"Hurt? No, no I'm fine. Emmett's been super nice and everything, and this room is fuck me great, and the clothes they got. The fucking clothes Bella, oh my god. But—but they locked me in a room, man. And they drugged me and kidnapped me! All of us!"

"Rose are—are they treating you okay?" I stuttered out, closing my eyes tight.

"Oh, yes, Emmett came in earlier and brought me dinner and he sat down and talked to me and he was sweet and all—but… but still. He kidnapped me!"

"What about Alice, Rose? Do you know where she is?" I asked, my lip trembling.

I heard Rose sigh form the other side of the door. I could picture her shoulders slumping in defeat and fear and apprehension. "No, Bells. I have no clue where she is. I haven't been out of this room in god knows how long. Bella, can you get me out? Do you know how?"

"I—I don't know what to do, Rose." I admitted, dropping my palm from the door. "I don't know how to get you out and I don't even know how to get the key."

"Would you like to borrow mine?" his breath ghosted across the exposed skin on my neck, his lips brushing my ear lobe. Oh god I think I felt tongue. Fucker just licked me.

I screamed.

Edward. How on Earth did Edward get that close to me? How the fuck did he lean in that close to me and I didn't even fucking notice.

"Shit, Bella, are you alright?" Rose cried from the other side of the door.

"Y-yea, Rose, I'm fine." I said, staring wide eyed at my captor. He wasn't smiling. Not this time.

"I don't appreciate you running away, Bella." He said softly, reaching his hand up. Fear. Fear paralyzed me in a way that made me feel weak and powerless. The back of his hand lightly brushed over my cheek softly.

I shivered.

Down my jaw, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. Down my neck. Fingers tracing my jugular.

I could only stare at him as he looked deep into my eyes. Why was a I scared? Why wasn't I running? This man could kill me right now and all I was doing was standing still and pissing my pants.

And then his palm was on my shoulders. He stopped his movement.

"Bella?" Rose called quietly, cautiously, scared, from the other side of the door.

Edward pushed me. Hard. My back hit the door and his hand stayed in place, his other one coming up to rest on the other side of my head. Rose yelped, startled. I stayed silent, eyes widening impossibly further. His face was so close to mine, eyes ablaze.

Now he was smirking again.

"Please Bella, if you cooperate, then this will be so much easier." He whispered, eyes locked on mine. "Because I can promise you this, baby. You will be here for a long while. A long, long while. I have some big plans for you."

"Oh god Bella." Rose said, hearing every word. I swallowed. Rose started to cry. "Fucking A that's what Emmett said to me. Fuck me sideways." She moaned.

"Yea." I shivered out. "What she said."

My voice was so small. I felt so small. His gaze was so hot, his hands pressing hard into my shoulder, my back pressed against the door.

"Oh, and to top it off," I said, swallowing again in hopes of finding my voice, my stronger voice, that is. "Fuck you."

There it was.

There I was. Thought I lost me for a second there,

Bella Swan was back.

And judging by the smirk, the look in his eyes, Edward Cullen didn't seem to be done chasing her.