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Chapter 4

I was in a daze as I followed Emmett through the house and up a grand set of stairs. I couldn't even take in my surroundings because I felt like I was just in some terrible dream.

Emmett opened a door for me and gestured for me to go inside.

"Here we are. The bathroom is through those doors over there. Towels are inside as well as an assortment of bath products. If you need anything at all, you just need to press the green button on the intercom. There is one here by the door, one inside by the bathroom door and one by the bedside. Is there anything I can get for you now Ms. Swan?" Emmett asked me.

"Emmett, why is he doing this? Why me? Does he really expect me to become his wife?" I asked with the shakiness still in my voice.

"Yes, Ms. Swan, he does expect you to become his wife. His reasons are his and his alone to share with you. I know he can come off a bit rough and demanding but once you truly get to know him you will see what a good and loyal man he is. Just know that you are safe. I am Edward's right hand man here, so if you need anything or if anyone is bothering you, don't hesitate to call on me. If you are important to Edward, than you are important to me and I won't let anything happen to you."

I don't know why but for some reason I seemed to trust Emmett even if he was working for the devil.

"Thank you Emmett." I said.

He gave me a huge grin. "Anytime. Remember, green button – if you need anything. It's going to be alright, I promise. I'll see you later Ms. Swan."

I just nodded and he exited the room. I couldn't say anything else to him. I couldn't tell him that 'no, it sure as hell wasn't alright' and that what I need is to get the hell out of here. I knew I had no choice for now at least. I was stuck here whether I liked it or not.

I took a look around the large room. I have never seen a bedroom so big. It was almost like a small apartment in itself.

There was a comfortable sitting area with a couch and loveseat. There was a large desk to one side that seemed to share the view with the rest of the room. The view was of a large river. There were lots of beautiful hardwood trees and beautiful mountains near the back. I had no idea where we actually were but I knew we couldn't be more than a state away from Seattle if we had even left Washington at all.

Near the end of the room sat a huge king-sized bed. I shivered at the thought that I would be expected to share a bed with this man. I pray that he did not expect anything sexually from me now. I hoped that before that time ever came that I would find a way to escape this hell I have found myself in.

I made my way into the huge bathroom. I didn't want to take anymore awed interest in this huge house. This house represented what I did not want and that was him. I made my way over to the shower and turned it on. It was right next to a huge jetted tub. I didn't want to think about how that tub was built for two.

I took a nice long, hot shower and tried not to think anymore. Of course, that didn't work. All I could do was to continue to cry. Crying for not being allowed to make choices anymore in my life. Sure my choices weren't always the best. I know my life wasn't exactly the most exciting but the choices of what I could do were my own and not someone else's.

After putting on a robe I found in the bathroom I came back into the bedroom staring at the nightgown that Edward left for me.

It was black silk with spaghetti straps and had lace peeking out from the bust and lace at the waist before continuing in straight silk down to just above my knees. I have never worn anything like this before. Did he really expect me to put this on and get in a bed with him?

Honestly, what is his problem? He doesn't seem to understand any apprehension on my part in this ridiculous situation. Doesn't he know that it's not normal to kidnap someone? It's not normal to take the kidnapped someone and expect them to instantly be happy because she is supposed to marry this bastard. What the hell does he expect when he takes someone from their life without their consent?

I changed into the offending garment but quickly covered up with the robe. By God if I have to wear this tonight then I am going to wear the robe too. And when I go to bed this damn robe is staying on!

A few minutes later there is a short knock on the door and then it is opened. A man comes in pushing a cart with covered dishes.

"Good evening Miss. I am here to set up your dinner." He then proceeds to the wall near the bathroom and removes a vase full of flowers and sets it on the coffee table.

The long narrow table that the vase was sitting on is pulled out and leaves are opened on the sides to make a table. I didn't even realize it was a table. But who can blame me if I don't take a keen interest in my surroundings right now.

The man, a older grandfatherly type with grey hair and glasses smiles at me as he takes out a gold linen tablecloth and covers the table. He then sets up the entrees, silverware, and fresh flowers in a small crystal vase with the precision of a man who has done this for a long time. He then places two chairs on each end. I don't even know where the chairs came from.

He smiles and says "Mr. Cullen will be with you shortly." Then he nods and turns and walks out pushing his cart.

Mr. Cullen, huh? So, I finally learn this bastard's last name. Who the hell is Edward Cullen and what makes him think he can play God and mess around with people's lives?

While I'm debating who this man really is and how mentally competent he is, guess who walks in? The bastard himself comes waltzing through the door as if he owns the place. Okay, well, I guess he does own the place but you know what I mean.

"Alright Isabella, I see you have showered and changed. Are you feeling more relaxed now?" he asks while looking me over.

"Oh absolutely, I feel just peachy. Thanks so much for your concern." I sneer at him.

"Isabella, I would appreciate it if you would speak to me with some respect." Edward sternly states.

"Yes, Edward. I would appreciate the same." I retort.

"Do you really want to get into this now Isabella? Do you think I am just going to listen to you rant and rave? This is your life now and the sooner you get used to it the better off you'll be." He looks at me so harshly that it scares me.

I do my best to stop the tears that are threatening to spill. I bit my lip and look down and try to gain control of my trembling hands before the rest of my body begins to shake. My emotions are just going haywire.

Finally with a shaky breath I begin to speak again. "I'm sorry Edward. This is just really hard for me. My life has changed drastically in just a matter of a few hours and it will never be the same again. This is just a lot to take in. Please be patient with me." I am pleading with the son of a bitch now. I hate feeling like I have to beg to be treated nicely.

He gives me a nod and a small smile.

"Have a seat. Let's have our dinner now." He says as he pulls out a chair for me and motions for me to sit down.

I don't want to eat dinner with him. I want to tell him to get the hell out and leave me alone. But, I know better. I know I won't get my way and frankly, I have been through too much emotionally today and I don't think I can handle much more. So, I decide to go along with things for now until I can get my emotions in check and have more energy so that I can figure out how the hell I am going to get out of here.

We sat down to dinner and thankfully our dinner is eaten in silence. I can tell Edward wants to talk to me but seems to sense that I need more time. I guess I should be grateful that he is being somewhat decent for now.

After dinner is over he pushes the cart out the door. He takes something from the dresser drawer and says he's going to change and walks into the bathroom.

I take a breath and try to relax. Then I realize his words. He is going to change. Oh shit! He's ready to go to bed. With me! What the hell am I supposed to do? I don't want to lay with this man. I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate.

He comes out the door. He's shirtless and wearing only black pajama bottoms.

He notices my reaction, rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Isabella, nothing is going to happen tonight. We are only going to sleep. Now let's get to bed." He says implying that there is no room for argument.

I nervously walk over to the left side of the bed when I notice he walks to the right. He pulls back the covers and slides in and then stares up at me.

"Get in the bed Isabella," he demands.

In quick breaths, I lean down and pull the covers back to slide inside as well. Suddenly Edward's hand on my wrist stops me.

"Aren't you going to take off the robe?" he asks.

"Um, I prefer to leave it on," I say rather nervously.

"Nonsense, if you're cold, we have plenty of blankets. If it's modesty, well then Isabella, you better get used to being a little more uninhibited around me. Soon enough I will see you in much less. I promised you nothing would happen tonight, so take off the robe now and get in this bed." His voice was once again demanding.

Now I was shaking again. I trembled so much I had a hard time untying the robe.

He sighed again and sat up and leaned over to me but now spoke in a much softer voice. "Isabella, please you have nothing to fear. Stop worrying. I am not going to hurt you."

He unties my robe and slips it off my shoulders and throws it to the floor and then he scoots back over to where he was a moment ago.

Still nervous and shaky, I climb into the bed and quickly pull the covers over me. I then quickly turn over facing away from him and curl up into a ball as close to the edge of the bed as possible.

I hear him sigh again and turn off the light.

"Sleep well, my Isabella." He softly says to me.

Yeah, right. Sleep well. Sure no problem. Knowing me and my sleep talking, I'll probably cuss him out in my sleep. Then he'll probably yell at me and find some way to punish me. Yeah, I can't wait to fall asleep.

I remember having a bad dream. I dreamt of my parents and then as quickly as they appeared in my dream, they were gone. I was begging them to save me. I wanted them to help me get out of here and hold me. It was like they knew that I needed their presence in my life now and then mockingly, they were gone.

I remember calling out to them. I was begging for them not to leave me again.

The next thing I remember is hearing "Shh, its okay. You're okay. Go back to sleep." I felt a comforting embrace and fell back into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

When I woke up, I realized that my nightmare was not completely over. I was alone in this world but not alone in this bed. Edward was behind me and I was cuddled into his chest with his arms around my waist. As comforting as it felt I knew it was wrong.

I lay there perfectly still for a few minutes gathering my courage to pull away from him. After a few deep breaths and a new resolve, I tried to unclasp his hands from around my waist. This only caused him to hug me tighter into his chest.

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"Good Morning beautiful." He whispered in my ear.

'Good morning asshole' is what I wanted to say. Instead I just remained silent and became statue still.

He leaned in and kissed me on my cheek. I flinched and he sighed.

"Isabella…" he said and I could feel him shake his head. Apparently he decided not to pursue a conversation about whatever it was he was thinking.

"Well, we need to get ready for the day. We will be having breakfast downstairs today. I will get you something to wear." He got up and headed over to the closet.

Yes, I forgot what a child I was. Of course I needed someone else to pick out my clothes for me. I guess my taste was just too plain for Mr. Got Rocks.

He laid some clothing on the bed along with panties and a bra. Oh great, he picks out my undergarments as well. Does he need to wipe my bottom as well? I better not ask or he just might want to. Sick bastard.

He just began stripping his pajama bottoms and started putting on his clothes.

If he thought I was going to change in front of him, well then he had another thing coming. I quickly snatched up the clothes and made my way to the bathroom quickly shutting and locking the door behind me.

Once inside, I got a good look at the clothes. I was a little surprised. I was expecting something revealing like the nightgown. However it was a fairly attractive outfit and not too revealing at all, maybe even more on the conservative side.

It was a navy blue flouncy skirt that went just past the knees. It had a nice slimming waist but not too constricting. The blouse was Ivory silk and buttoned up to just below the bust and then had a few ruffles up to the neck line that was a modest scoop neck. The sleeves were three quarter length and it actually looked pretty nice on me once I got it on and tucked it into the skirt.

Of course I forgot to mention the underwear. I had an ivory silk bra with lace peaking just above the cups and matching panties cut thigh high. At least it wasn't a thong. It is kind of creepy to have this man that I don't know picking out underwear and clothes for me to wear. Even creepier than that is the fact that he knows my size. This man that I really know nothing about is already picking out intimate apparel for me. This is just too much.

I brushed my hair and teeth and completely ignored the make-up. Hell, maybe if he saw how plain I really was he would let me go. As good looking as he is, he could definitely find some supermodel that would be all too happy to be by his side. The money alone would probably keep her there. Me? I don't give a damn about that. Sure money is nice to have but someone needs to tell Mr. Almighty that money can't buy love.

He was sitting on the sofa waiting on me when I came out the bathroom door. I think he was trying to act patient but he wasn't succeeding. I can tell he is not a very patient man.

"Your shoes are next to the bed," he says as he rises from the sofa and then follows me over to the bed.

The heels are navy blue peep toes with a strap that buckles near the back of the ankle. At least they are low-heel shoes. The last thing I need is to trip all over the place while trying to keep up with him.

"Do they feel alright?" he asks me.

Is he actually concerned about my comfort? Where was the concern last night when it was obvious I didn't want to sleep in the same bed as a stranger?

"They're fine." I answer rather shortly.

Another sigh from Edward. "Well then, let's go down and have breakfast. Shall we?" he says offering me his arm.

I don't want to take it but he is looking at me with a look that says 'you better not push your luck.' So, reluctantly I put my arm through his and he walks us down the hall.

He leads us down the hall to a staircase at the end. This is the opposite way that we had come from yesterday. The staircase is not as grand as the one Emmett had led me up on last night. It leads us down to a small hallway and he opens a door to the left. He pulls us in a room with a small, cozy dining set.

I couldn't help the confusion of my face.

"What is it Isabella?" he asks noticing my reaction.

"I guess I was just expecting a monstrous size dining room and table." Then I realize I probably sound snobby saying that. That of course couldn't be further from the truth. "I mean compared to what I've seen of this palace of yours I just assumed it would be different."

"Disappointed?" he asks me with an amused look on his face.

"No, of course not. This room is actually the first one I have seen that actually looks normal." I exaggerated the pronunciation on 'normal' to get my point across.

He chuckled.

"Well Isabella, sorry to disappoint you but there is a much larger, formal dining room. This is more of a private dining area. You will get your chance to mock my formal dining room later."

I certainly hope he does not expect me to apologize for my comments. I couldn't give a damn whether or not he is pleased with my assessment. I am being honest. This place is not me at all. Does he expect me to jump for joy that I will soon be feasting in the 'banquet' room? Give me a break.

I sat in silence at the table. I refused to make eye contact with him. So, our breakfast was served and we continued to eat in relative silence. He occasionally tried to start a conversation but I would not acknowledge him.

I figured if he was going to insist on keeping me here against my will then he could deal with the consequences of his actions. I didn't ask to be here. I certainly didn't want to indulge him.

After we finished eating, I guess Edward finally decided that he'd had enough of my behavior.

He stood up and extended his hand to me. He was looking pretty furious so I did not resist and gave him my hand as I stood up. He marched us down the hall and into another room. It was a solarium with comfortable furnishings with a nice view of some hardwoods and a river.

"Isabella, I refuse to be ignored by you. You need to change your attitude right now!" Edward said almost shouting.

What the hell right did he have to get angry at me?

"Excuse me?" I looked at him incredulously.

"What didn't you understand Isabella? I have tried being pleasant to you and have even let some of your earlier indiscretions go. I expect you to answer my questions and converse with me. I will not tolerate childish behavior." He said looking at me with hard eyes.

"What the hell do you expect? You take me away from my life. I am a prisoner here. All my choices have been stripped away from me. I have to sleep with a complete stranger. Hell, you even choose what I am going to wear. I'm supposed to just accept that you are going to be my husband? I don't know you and you certainly don't know or care about me." I couldn't help the acid leaking into my voice.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out that exasperated sigh of his. "You are wrong."

"No, I'm not. You don't know anything about me." I say defiantly.

"Really. Let's see. Your name is Isabella Marie Swan. You were born on September 13th. Your mom was killed when you were in the third grade. Your father was shot trying to save a carjacking victim. You graduated with honors from your high school but decided against an out-of-state school and instead attended the local community college. You recently got a data entry job that you are over qualified for. Your boss is a jerk and hits on you almost daily. You live in an unsafe, run-down apartment building. Does that sound about right?"

The look on his face was downright scary looking but what he said scared me even more.

"You…you've been watching me?" I asked with a lump in my throat.

"Of course I have." He answered is if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Isabella, your living conditions were unacceptable. Your vehicle - totally unsafe. You have no idea how dangerous your life was. I had to have you watched constantly to keep you safe. I wasn't going to let anything happen to you."

Suddenly I felt faint. I could feel the blood draining from my face and I felt very dizzy. My breathing became ragged and I was trying desperately to keep from hyperventilating. I could feel myself swaying on my feet.

Apparently Edward noticed this to.

"Let's sit you down Isabella."

He guided me to a leather wing backed chair in the corner of the room. He helped me sit down and pressed the intercom for one of his servants to bring a glass of water.

"Shhh, Sweetheart. Relax. Breathe. Everything's going to be okay. It's okay." He lifted his hand and gently brushed some tears from my face that I hadn't even realized I had shed.

So my feelings of being watched all the time were not unfounded. I just can't wrap my head around this. This is even more sick and twisted than I thought. I was being stalked and I didn't even know it.

The gray haired man that had set up our dinner last night came in and handed me a glass of water. He gave me a sympathetic smile and exited the room.

I slowly finished the entire glass of water. Edward took the empty glass from me and set it down on a small glass table.

"How….how long?" I stuttered in a whisper.

He kneeled down in front of me and grabbed my shaking hands in his.

"How long for what, sweetheart?" he asked me.

"How long….how long have y-you been wa-wa-watching me?" I managed to finally ask in my shaky voice.

With his hands still on mine he pulled me up and led me over to an oversized loveseat. He pulled me down to sit beside him and instantly pulled me closer keeping his hand around my waist while still holding my other hand in his.

He let out a sigh. This sigh was not a frustrated one but rather like one to prepare him for what he was going to say.