Bella's POV

Four hours later

"She's waking up. Heat up her breakfast in the microwave. Bella is probably starving. She hadn't eaten since last night," I heard Edward say as I regained consciousness.

I wiped my eyes as a door slammed and a timer beeped. Then I sat up and turned to see Edward curled up next to me on the bed.

He smiled a little. "Hi," he greeted.

I turned away from him and didn't respond.

"Look, I apologize for sedating you, but it was necessary. I didn't want you to injure yourself. You would have harmed yourself fighting me more than you would have harmed me," he whispered.

Curling my lip, I stubbornly kept quiet.

A minute later, there was more beeping. I felt the bed shift under me before he laid a hand on my arm.

I yanked it out of his grip. "Don't fucking touch me!" I snapped.

"I was only letting you know that your pancakes are ready. Are you still hungry?" he queried.

Of course I was, even though I wasn't in the mood to eat. However, I was in no position to pass up food. Starving myself wouldn't do me any good. So, I took the carton that he offered me with reluctance and grudgingly took a bite of my pancakes.

In my peripheral vision, I noticed that Edward was staring at me with satisfaction. "Enjoy your meal, Bella, and take your time. When you are finished, you and I are going to have a talk," he remarked.

I harrumphed. "No, we won't, because I don't have shit to say," I muttered.

He sighed impatiently. "Fine. I will talk, and you will listen-" he amended.

"Do you want to bet?" I challenged.

Edward buried his face in his hand and groaned. "Why do you have to make this so difficult?"

"Because I don't want to be here. I don't want to take this trip with you, no matter how much you think that I do."

"Whatever, if you say so."

I could tell that he thought that I was lying to him. Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I decided to continue eating. There was no point in arguing with Edward. He would just twist and warp everything that I said until I was half-crazy with irritation and ready to strangle somebody.

The rest of the meal passed by in thick silence. After I had drank my orange juice, I threw the empty bottle and carton away. While doing that, I peered out of a window. It was nearly sunset; the clouds beneath the plane were a deep gold color. It reminded me of Carlisle's eyes. Tears slipped down my face. I knew beyond doubt that he was wondering where I was, and what happened to me.

Edward sniffed out my tears. "What is the matter, Bella?" he asked softly.

I didn't reply, just gazed out of the window.

Footsteps approached behind me. "Bella, I asked you a question. I would appreciate it if you would give me an answer, please," he murmured.

"I would appreciate it if you turned the plane around and let me go home," I shot back, not looking at him.

"You're funny, but that doesn't answer my question," he noted.

"Why do you care if I'm crying? You obviously weren't concerned about me when you and your connections were raping me!"

Raising an eyebrow, he crossed his arms. "Bella, I'm not doing this with you. Just tell me what's wrong."

I stormed away from him. "No! Leave me alone and turn this fucking plane around!"

Growling lowly, he said, "You know deep down inside that that's not what you want me to do. Now, come sit on the bed with me, so that we can talk."

"Didn't you hear what I told you a few minutes ago? I'm not talking to you!"

"You are right now."

"Well, I'm done speaking to you as of this moment, then," I grumbled, and pursed my lips tightly.

Edward chortled and shook his head at me. "Always so stubborn," he laughed. He tried to kiss my forehead, but I wouldn't let him. He rolled his eyes, lifted me up, and plopped me on the bed. I went to stand up, but he held me in place.

"Bella, hear me out for a moment. I won't be long, trust me," he assured.

I did not comment, or even look at him.

He took my silence as his cue to go on. "I just want to let you know that we won't be in Newton Mearns for a little more than five and a half hours. When we arrive there, do not scream or make any noises. Just get in the rental car and be quiet. I don't want any problems, and if I have to gag you, you know that I will do so without hesitation. When we get to my house, I will go over several more things with you. Do you understand me?" he inquired.

My mouth remained shut. I didn't move or give any indication that I had heard him.

"...Do you understand me?" he repeated with a sharp edge to his voice.

I said nothing.

Abruptly, Edward yanked me up by my shirt collar. "Bella, I have had enough of this childishness! When I ask a question, I don't like waiting for a reply. I know that you are upset with me, but you need to get over it! We are going to be living together, and I will not tolerate you disrespecting me, so you had better cut the bullshit!" he yelled in my face.

I glared at him. "Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to tell me what to do! I am not an animal or a piece of property, and you do not own me!" I retorted.

He narrowed his eyes. "But you are my mate, so you belong to me. You are going treat me with the respect that I deserve."

I huffed. "I am treating you with the respect that you deserve, which is none, you psychopathic rapist!" And I spat in his face.

Edward growled and head-butted me. I clutched my forehead in my hands as he slung me onto the bed.

"You bitch! Did I not warn you about what would happen if you did that again?!" he shouted.

And without further ado, he started to beat me. I cried out in pain and begged for him to stop, telling him repeatedly that I was sorry. When he finally did, I was aching all over, and I could hardly move. The pain was that terrible. I was astonished that he didn't break any of my bones, hit me in the face (after head-butting me, I mean), or that I didn't throw up my dinner.

Edward glowered at me as I trembled with sobs. "You more than deserved that. Never spit on me again, or I will rape you in addition to beating you. Do you understand?" he hissed.

I nodded weakly, moaning in agony.

He gave me a dirty look. "Good," he sneered.

Next, I heard Brad's voice. "I don't think that you should have beaten her that badly, Mr. Cullen. If someone sees her, how will we explain those bruises?" he questioned.

Edward turned to his right. "The point of the matter is is that no one is going to see her at all, so you can stop worrying about what doesn't concern you. This situation is between me and her. Mind your own business!" he ordered rudely.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Cullen," Brad mumbled.

Closing his eyes, Edward took a deep breath. "Look, Brad, I apologize. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's cool, boss. I forgive you."

He returned his attention to me. "Baby, I'm sorry for losing my temper and harming you. And I did not mean to threaten you. I just don't like it when someone spits on me. It makes me furious, but it does not mean that I have a right to hit you for it, especially since I am your soul mate. Please forgive me." He bent over and kissed my forehead, arms, stomach, and legs. I tried to roll away from him, but I was still hurting. "I'll make it up to you. I promise I will."

This boy had more mood swings than I did on my time of the month. It was no wonder that he wasn't my mate.

Scowling fiercely at him, I whispered, "Get away from me. I hate you. I will never forgive you for this."

Rubbing my hair, he assured, "Yes, you will, Bella. You and I both know that you do not hate me, and cannot hold a grudge for long."

Oh, I could, depending on what I was upset about.

"We'll see," I threatened, managing to turn away from him. I wished that I hadn't done that, however. A fresh wave of pain shot up the right side of my body.

"Do you want some ice packs for your bruises?" he queried in concern. "They will help."

"Gee, thanks," I muttered sarcastically.

A minute later, Edward turned me around and placed them on my arms, stomach, and legs. "Here. I'm sorry," he repeated.

I curled my lips. If he was honestly that remorseful, then why did he do the things that he threatened to do when I "disobeyed" him? Why should I accept his apology?

Carlisle's POV

Same moment, different time (8:35pm)

By now, I was a complete wreck. No one had found Isabella as of yet, neither my children or the patrols. Jacob did not have any leads on her either, but promised to call me back if he did.

"My friends are helping too," he had added. "We are going to find her, Carlisle."

"Thank you, Jacob. I am grateful to you," I murmured before saying good-bye and hanging up.

In the meantime, I had also contacted the Denalis and asked if they could help us in our search.

"Of course, we can, Carlisle. It won't be a problem," Eleazar implied when I had filled him in on the situation. "We'll take the next available flight out."

"All right, I will see you later then. And thank you. I owe you one," I remarked.

He laughed faintly. "Don't worry about that, I don't mind helping you. We'll be in Forks soon. Good-bye."

I sighed deeply. "Good-bye."

Charlie's state was just as bad as mine. His face was gray and drawn, and his hair was disheveled. There were creases and wrinkles on his clothes. I knew that looked almost the same as he did. He had been on the phone for hours, begging other policemen from other counties and cities in the Washington to assist him in looking for Isabella. He had also called his ex-wife Ren e to tell her what happened. She wanted to come to Forks, but Charlie convinced her to remain in Jacksonville. Nevertheless, she would call for an update every two or three hours.

Charlie wanted to go find her himself, but I told him that he was not in the condition to do so at the moment. He was too stressed out. There were many times throughout the day when I was afraid that he would have a heart attack. He wasn't young anymore. I felt obligated to stay with him in case he did, or if he made any rash decisions.

"But I need to do this!" he protested on one occasion.

I refused to let up. "I am sorry, Charlie, but I cannot allow you to risk your health any more than you have already. Isabella wouldn't have wanted that, and if something happened to you, I know without a doubt that she would blame herself for it. She would never forgive herself either, even if she knew that it wasn't her fault."

He buried his face in his hands and drooped into his seat.

I groaned and patted his shoulder. "Everything is going to be fine, Charlie. She has to be somewhere; she couldn't have just disappeared off of the face of the earth, you know," I pointed out reassuringly.

"What if she had, though? What if we never find her? What if I never see my baby girl again?" he demanded in anguish.

My heart constricted at the thought. "Do not say things like that, Charlie. Isabella will turn up eventually. She will. You just have to hope and pray that she does," I whispered.

"I know that, but I can't rest until I look for her myself," he moaned tiredly.

"I understand how you feel, believe me I do, but you need to relax. All of this stress isn't good for your heart. Besides, it is not as if we were the only ones looking for Isabella. Just about every police station in Washington is helping you, and so are my children. When I told them that she was missing, they hopped into their cars and left without me saying anything else. In addition to that, I contacted my cousins in Alaska, and they agreed to come here to Forks and aid us in our search. They should be here in about seven or eight hours, at the most."

Charlie bobbed his head. "That is very kind of them. I will have to give them my thanks when I meet them."

After a few hours, I decided to go back home to wait for Eleazar and the others. I gave Charlie strict orders to remain at his house, at least until tomorrow afternoon, and to call me if he had an emergency before leaving. He inclined to do so reluctantly.

When I had arrived at the mansion, I headed for my office and slumped into my chair behind the desk. I was furious, saddened, and emotionally drained. Why would Edward kidnap Isabella and take her away from me? He wasn't harming her, was he? I prayed that she was all right.

This was my fault. Entirely my fault. If I had gone to Isabella when she had told me that something had happened, Edward wouldn't have taken her away. I wouldn't have let him do that.

Speaking of which, I began to ask myself what she had texted me for. Did it have something to do with Edward? Had he come to her and threatened her in some way? Did he hurt her? More questions raced through my brain, questions that wouldn't be answered until I was reunited with Isabella.

I didn't know how long I sat there and stayed in my head, but the next thing I knew, my cell phone rang. Rosalie was calling.

"Hi sweetie. Any luck?" I inquired as soon as I answered the phone.

There was a sigh. "Carlisle," she began heavily. "We looked all over for Bella, and we finally smelled her scent near Winnipeg."

I let out a deep breath. "Oh, thank God. Do you have her? Is she okay? Is she hurt?" I queried.

Silence, then: "I don't know," she mumbled.

Blinking, I demanded, "What do you mean you don't know?"

"Just what I said. I don't know. We smelled her scent in a reserved airfield...along with Edward's...and four other men's. Emmett and I tried to find out where they were going, but we don't have a clue. There are no recent records of where they are traveling to. Plus, the information on the plane is either missing, lost, or destroyed. We can't find it anywhere. I called Alice, but she can't see them or where they will end up, which could be anywhere since we don't have any leads."

I was mute with rage and despair. Why was this happening? To me? To Charlie and my whole family? And most importantly, to Isabella? She did not deserve to go through this. She had one of most purest, caring, loving souls in the world. How could Edward try to break it? In addition to that, who were the four men? Were they joining him in terrorizing Isabella, if that was what he was doing? My heart broke at the thought of it. I couldn't believe that he was taking my one true love so far away from me. And how was she going to cope without me? She needed me, and I needed her.

"...Dad? We are sorry that we didn't make it to her in time, but we will find her. I don't know when exactly, but trust me, we are. You know that we will search for her all over the world in we had to," she stated.

"Yes, I know that," I croaked, gulping thickly to swallow back the tears that welled in my eyes.

Rosalie must have noticed that I was attempting not to cry. "It's going to be okay, Daddy. It really will," she comforted.

"Thank you, my dear," I whispered, my lip trembling. "If you find out anything else on your way back, let me know right away. Oh, and I called the Denalis..."

"I know. Alice told me everything. We'll be home soon, and after a few days, Emmett and I are going to search for Bella again. We will be there early tomorrow morning."

"All right. I love you, and thanks for doing this for me. I don't know what I would do without you, Emmett, and your siblings."

She chuckled a little. "Aww, thank you Daddy. It's no trouble. I love you too. Call me."

"I will. Good-bye, Rosalie."

"Bye, Dad. Emmett sends his love."

I grinned faintly. "I return his with mine."

"Ha ha. Okay. Bye."

"Bye, sweetie."

I hung up and rubbed my palm over my face. I tried to hold on to the hope that Isabella was all right, but it was starting to fade with each passing minute. If something had happened to her...if something is happening to her now...I don't know if I would ever quite have the ability to get passed it. I was also certain that I would never forgive myself if she was hurting. I was her soul mate, one of my duties was to protect her, and I failed her.

When I had come to this realization, I laid my head in my arms and wept bitterly.

Bella's POV

Three hours later (8:55am in Scotland)

Edward lifted me off of the bed and sat me down in a chair. "We are about to land in a few minutes," he explained as I was about to protest. He put my seat belt on, then made himself comfortable in another chair.

I drooped into my seat, wanting to argue with him, but I didn't have the ability to. My body was aching all over, and talking made the pain worse. I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face as the airplane began to descend. I wanted to be heading home, not going to Scotland.

"Don't cry, love. I know that you miss Charlie and the others, but we will go back to Forks soon. I promise," Edward vowed.

"I am not your love," I muttered tearfully.

He sighed, but chose not to say anything. He just tapped his fingers on the armrest.

It wasn't long before the plane landed with a thump. When it had stopped minutes later, everyone gathered their things.

After throwing a book bag on his back, Edward unbuckled me and made me stand. He pulled out a strip of black cloth and gagged me. "This is just a precaution, in case you decide that you want to make noise," he remarked, not in an unkind way. Then he scooped me up in his arms and carried me outside.

We were in a private airfield. I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. There was no one here, other than our little group. I had to admit, the landscape in Newton Mearns was beautiful. Nevertheless, I knew that I was going to hate it here.

Edward strolled over to a dusty, maroon van that was parked outside of the gate. Victor opened the back door for him. Edward climbed in along with Daniel and Jerry. Brad was going to sit in the front with Victor. Everyone laid their bags on the right side of the cab. Then Victor closed the door, and within seconds, the van was moving.

On the way to wherever the fuck we were going, Daniel and Jerry kept eyeing me. Shifting uncomfortably, I wrapped my arms around my legs and buried my face in my knees. If I had the strength to yell or cause a raucous, I would.

"Mr. Cullen?" Daniel murmured.

"Yes?" Edward replied.

I didn't hear Daniel say anything else, but Edward proclaimed, "Not now. Later, but not now."

Daniel groaned, but made no further complaints.

I scowled. What the hell was Edward doing!? Was he pimping me out to his friends!?

"Stahph that!" I hissed. ("Stop that!")

"What Bella?" Edward inquired.

I rose my head and glared at him. "I said stahph that! I am not yoorf fucking seth slafe!" I half-bellowed, wincing at the pain that erupted from my stomach. ("I said stop that! I'm not your fucking sex slave!")

He pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh. Quiet down. Do you want someone to hear you?"

I nodded defiantly. "Yeth, I damn well doof!"

Smirking, he leaned over to kiss my forehead, but I jerked away.

"I'm nahf kidding, Efward Masen!"

"Sure, you aren't."

"Canf yoof just turn the van around and lef me goh home?" ("Can you just turn the van around and let me go home?")

"No. It is too late now. You're staying with me."

Moaning with anguish and frustration, I slumped onto the wall.

The remainder of the trip was not long, only another ten to fifteen minutes. I was not certain. Newton Mearns was obviously a small town like Forks if we had arrived at our destination so quickly. The van came to a halt, and Brad and Victor opened the back door. Everyone picked up their bags again, and Edward took me in his arms.

Now, we were in a secluded parking lot near a forest trail. Edward covered my mouth with his hand before ambling up the path, which zigzagged up to a high (but not that high) rocky cliff. He placed me in Jerry arms.

"Hold her for me while I climb up there," he ordered. Without another word, he did so rapidly. Not in vampire speed, but fast in human standards.

Jerry grinned at me. "You are lucky to have a boyfriend who is an expert mountaineer. He doesn't even need picks," he stated.

I frowned at him malevolently. "He's not my damn boyfriend!" I shouted.

He grunted as a rope plummeted over the top of the cliff. Edward came down and put me on his back.

"We are going up first. Hold on tight and don't let go," he instructed.

Knowing that there was nothing that I could do but listen to him (since he or his connections would catch me if I tried to run), I grudgingly acquiesced. Being careful not to put too much of his weight on the rope, Edward mounted up the cliff side. Brad, Daniel, Jerry, and Victor followed us.

They readjusted their luggage before we headed up another trail. The woods were silent. I thought of screaming at the top of my lungs, but Edward was carrying me bridal style, and his hand was clamped over my mouth again. My stomach was still hurting too much anyways.

A few minutes later, the trees began to thin and we were soon in a clearing. In the middle of it was a house. It was painted sky blue, with white shutters and navy-blue eaves. It also had two floors, with ten windows-five downstairs, five upstairs-on the side that faced us. It looked old, but well-kept.

When we had stopped before a door, Brad took out his key and unlocked it. As we stepped into the mansion, I looked around. We were in the kitchen. The walls were brown, and so was the table and the countertops. Edward flicked on a light, and I jumped, startled. The house had electricity!

"You may leave us now," Edward declared. "I am just going to show Bella to our room-"

Our room?! There was no way that I was sharing a room with him! He was out of his fucking mind!

"-and have a word with her. There is something important I have to speak to her about. Victor, have breakfast ready within the next hour, please. Come on, baby. Let's go."

When I didn't move, he lifted me and walked up a staircase that was in a huge parlor. At the landing, he turned in the opposite direction, then entered a room at the back end of the hall. After that, he put me down and opened his arms wide.

"Welcome to your new home!" he announced.

I clenched my teeth. "This is NOT my home!" I yelled. "I can't believe that you kidnapped me, and flew me all the way around the world to bring me to this shithole! I don't want to be here, and I am NOT sleeping in this room with you! I want my own! There are plenty here, let me have one!"

"Relax, Bella. I'll show you around." He pulled me over to a wooden drawer on the other side of the room. "Your new clothes are in here. Don't worry, I made Tanya pick out that kind of outfits that you like..."

"Tanya?! She's here?!"

"Yes, she brings animal blood to me. She has a small cottage in another clearing a few feet from here. As I was saying, she bought the type of clothes that you like. T-shirts and jeans. There are also nightgowns. She even purchased your underwear and some lingerie."

I felt embarrassed and sick. "Lingerie?! What for?!" I demanded in revulsion.

Edward blinked. "For you to please me with," he replied as if that should have been obvious.

Okay, I was seriously about to throw up just thinking about it. "Bullshit. I won't wear them. There is no way in hell I will," I grumbled.

Laughing loudly, he crooned, "Yes, you will, when you're not mad at me. Now. There are a few things that I had to tell you. First, do not leave this house by yourself. You will only get lost, and I don't want an animal to attack you..."

As if a group of them haven't already.

"...If you want to go anywhere, you will have to let me know. Second, if I need or want you for anything, I would appreciate it if you came to me immediately. I don't want to have to wait for you. We will have breakfast at 10:30am, lunch at 2:00pm, and dinner at 6:30pm. You can have dessert any time after that. Try not to be late for any of your meals. I don't want you to starve. Do you understand?"

"Whatever." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Tanya may visit one or two days out of the week. I will let you know in case you need her help with anything."

"I'm not going to ask her for shit."

"Enough, Bella. If you get hurt, just tell Brad. He is a doctor, and I am sure that he will give you what you need."

I flared my nostrils, but did not make any comments.

Edward pinched the bridge of his nose. "Baby, try to be a little more cooperative. You are staying here with me for at least three to five months. We will have to get along somehow," he pointed out.

Snorting, I implied, "I will get along with you if you let me have my own room and leave me alone."

He trailed a finger along my cheek. "That is not what you want. I know that you are happy that we are sharing a room together, even if you're too stubborn and upset to admit it. You and I are going to have some fun times in here."

My jaw dropped in disgust. "Edward, have you lost your mind?! I don't understand you anymore! I don't want to have sex with you, and I don't understand how you can think that I take pleasure in you raping me!" I screamed.

"I only raped you once! But that was because you provoked me! You asked for it!" he retorted.

"Once, my ass! You raped me three times, which includes the time when I said that you raped me, and you snapped. Furthermore, no one asks to be raped! I hate you for what you did to me! You are nothing but a MONSTER!" I bellowed.

Suddenly, he yanked me up by the arms. "Repeat that! Go on...repeat that! I will be a monster!" he growled.

I winced as pain surged through my already aching limbs. "I won't. I'm sorry," I cried, not desiring to be beaten or raped again. I knew that I wouldn't be able to endure it. "I'm sorry. I won't do it. I'm sorry."

"You better be," he snarled. "I have had enough of you arguing with me. It is tedious and irritating. As I had said to you earlier, cut the bullshit! Now...go take a shower and come downstairs for breakfast. And no procrastinating. I do not want to dress you myself and by force. Our bathroom is through that door." He pointed to a door on the our right, which was on the other door's left.

I nodded weakly and he shoved me away, causing me to lose my footing a little. I quickly grabbed a pile of clothes out of the drawer and headed in the shower. I didn't want to fuel his temper any more than I had just then. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the warm water pelted onto me, soothing the many bruises I had. Once more, I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. I wanted to go home. I wanted and needed Carlisle, and I missed him so much. And I wouldn't be able to see him for a very long time. It was so unfair.

However, I would try not to let this place depress me too much. Knowing him, Carlisle was already searching for me. I would wait for him to find me no matter how long it took. I didn't care how long it would be. Still, thinking about the months ahead in this prison, I couldn't help but choke out of sob of despair, fright, and loneliness.

This was going to be a long three to five months, if Edward was being truthful about going back home by then. A very long, painful, agonizing, sorrowful three to five months.

(A/N: Well, I hope that you enjoyed that. I will post another chapter of We Have Each Other by next Sunday or Monday at the latest. PLEASE REVIEW! And the more reviews I get, the quicker I will update if I don't run into too many writer's blocks. Thank you for reading! Happy Holidays!)