Emmetts POV

I held her to me and worked to keep her calm. When her sobs had stopped I took her back into the bedroom and she got dressed slowly. She lay on the bed and curled into a ball. I watched her.
"Your really pretty," I said softly to her. She didn't smile at this. Her reaction was to sit up and pull her shirt off and then her pants and lay back down. I froze. "Isabella what are you doing?" She stared at me a moment.
"This is what you want from me right?" She asked calmly looking confused. I drew in a deep breath.
"God No Isabella," I said loudly, "I mean you're pretty and attractive but I don't want this from you." I sat on the bed next to her and I gently rubbed her back. She laughed.
"Oh I get it," She said softly,"You want me to try hard for you? Do you want me to touch myself Emmett?" She brought her hand between her legs and slid a finger inside herself. I looked away.
"Isabella please stop it," I said lowly, "I don't want to have sex with you. So put your clothes on." She still looked so damn confused.
"I want you to think long and hard." I said quietly, "I want you to think about before they took you." It took her awhile but soon she burst into sobs. I hugged her to me.
"This is wrong," She whispered, "I know it is. I just got so use to giving him what he wanted that I just gave in and I simply thought that was what every guy wanted." I shook my head.
"No Isabella." I told her softly, "Thats not the way the world works. Sure every guy does want that but they don't expect you to do lay down and just let them have it. You are meant to be treated with respect and to be worshipped and loved. Not anything like he treated you. You aren't meant to be just used." She sobbed into my chest. I quickly got her dressed when she had stopped sobbing. She laid down and after much of her begging I lay with her. When she had fallen asleep I called my Captain.
"Captain Joshua Michaels." He said as soon as he answered.
"McCarty," I replied, "We are at the hotel. I have got her here. She's been to the hospital and checked out. They said make sure she eats right. She's sleeping now."
"Thats good." He replied and I sighed.
"I have a problem." I answered to him.
"McCarty what is the current problem?" He asked me quietly.
"She's rather attached to me." I answered him. I ran a hand through my hair.
"Then take care of her." He said to me and hung the phone up. I ran a hand through my hair as I tossed the phone aside. Isabella looked calm and less panicked as she slept. God I can't believe what she's been through and I don't even know all of what has happened. I just at least know she was raped and convinced her place was to provide sexual favors for her at least her kidnapper. She had only been fifteen when she was taken from France along with her family. She lost both her parents. The terrorist obviously thought it best to keep her in a different country than the one he was working for. Which was the reason we had spent the last four years searching for her in all the wrong places. The Kidnapper had been sure to let us know that she was alive at least once a month sometimes more. We had finally found her. Even though she had been through a lot she still seemed so innocent. I drew in a shaky breath. I wasn't allowed to leave her alone but I knew she needed things. I slid off the bed and grabbed the phone. I dialed Edward Cullen's number.
"Cullen," He answered immediately. I drew in another breath.
"McCarty here," I answered, "Your wife with you?"
"Yes. She refused to sit this trip out." He answered. I thanked God.
"I need her to do me a favor." I told him, "At the hotel with Isabella Swan-"
"You mean the Isabella Swan like disappeared from France at fifteen Isabella Swan?" He asked me astonished.
"Yes Cullen." I answered him, "Now I need your wife to do me a favor. I need her to go to the store and pick up some clothes for Isabella. All she has is what a nurse gave her at the hospital."
"Er Rosalie wants to talk to you." Edward said and sighed. I heard him pass the phone off.
"Hey Em," Rose said, "What size is she?"
"Er extra small?" I said quietly, "Look I don't know shit about this. She was like seventy five pounds. Why don't you get her stretch pants?"
"Sounds like what I'll have to do," She said, "What room?"
" 249," I told her quietly. We talked a minute more and said our good byes. A few hours later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Rose standing there. I lead her inside. She gave me a weak smile.
"How is she?" Rose asked me.
"No fucking clue." I replied, "The girl has gone through hell and back." She lead me over to the couch and I sat next to her.
"What happened to her?" Rose asked me gently.
"I know she was starved to nearly fucking death." I began telling her what I knew, "I know she was raped and convinced that her purpose in life was to give sexual favors. Jesus Rose I lay her on the bed and she pulls her clothes off. I tell her to put them on and she replied oh you want me to try hard for you and then she asked me if I wanted her to touch herself. Which was exactly what she did. It took me a few minutes to get her to realize things. Then she started crying and I comforted her and put her clothes back on her and she fell asleep."
"That poor girl," Rose whispered softly. I nodded. She sighed and we talked for a bit before she left. When Isabella woke up I helped her get dressed. She stayed near me the whole time. The thing about this case was that it hit me hard and really close to home. Literally. Like Isabella grew up on La Push reservation and I lived in the town next door Forks, Washington with my cousin Edward Cullen and his parents. I begged to be assigned to this case.