AN: Disclaimer - Twilight and all the characters are Stephanie Meyers

*MTMC*

I'm sitting in my room, having just got back from talking with the man who ordered his people to kidnap me, and all I can feel is anger. And the worst part is it's not directed at him, but at my parents. Out of all the nineteen years of my life, I don't think I've ever felt this angry.

My mind is reeling with the information that has just been given to me. Loads of questions are running circles around my brain.

How could they do that?

Why would they do that?

What were they thinking?

Why didn't they tell me?

But worse than the questions, was the knowledge that I would never know the answers. Because according to Mr. Cullen, Edward's dad, I'm not allowed to see my parents. Not that I'm even sure I want to, but still the thought of never seeing them again is disheartening.

*Flashback*

Edward and I enter the room, my hand still in his, and the first thing I notice is the man sitting in the high backed chair behind a big mahogany desk. When he sees us enter he rises.

"Ah, Edward my boy, nice to see you again, son. I see you've brought Isabella with you." He glances over Edward's shoulder at me and smiles, which does nothing to calm my nerves. "Take a seat." He says gesturing to the chairs on the other side of his desk.

It isn't until me and Edward are seated, that his dad finally sits back down. "So I take it you have questions?" he addresses me, but he's looking at Edward. They're having some kind of silent conversation and when Edward looks in my direction, I know it's about me.

"Um… yes, sir." I answer. He brings his eyes back to me, and nods his head.

"Very well, what are they?" I wasn't expecting him to be so blunt, but whatever floats his boat I guess.

"Why am I here?" If he can be blunt, then so can I.

"To marry my son, I thought you knew that."

"Yeah, but why me?"

"Hmm… How do I put this?" He pauses, clearly thinking, then he says, "Your parents and I made a deal." I blink.

One…

Two…

Three times.

"You did what?" I don't think I heard him right.

"I made a deal with your parents." Oh, I did hear him right. That means…

"My parents know you took me!" It's not a question, but Edward's dad nods anyway.

"Yeah." Now I'm mad, with good reason too.

"THEN WHY THE HELL, DID I HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL THIS, IF THEY KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE TAKEN! I MEAN COULDN'T THEY JUST DROP ME OFF! I COULD'VE AVOIDED GETTING KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS A WHOLE BUNCH OF TIMES! NOT TO MENTION THE UNWANTED BONDING TIME I SPENT WITH CWD!" Sometime during my ranting I had stood up and started pacing. I'm out of breath from yelling and my head is pounding again. But to make it worse, Edward and his dad are both staring at me with their mouth's hanging open. That makes me even angrier. "Close your mouths, before you start catching flies." I growl.

Edward is the first to respond, "Um… Who's CWD?"

"That asshole you had kidnap me." I say glaring.

"You mean James?" He's confused.

"If that's what you call him."

"Why do you call him CWD?" What is this, a job interview, I thought I was supposed to be asking the questions.

"Because he's creepy, he's weird, and he's a dude. Hence the name, creepy weird dude, or CWD."

"Oh… I see, Why is he an asshole?." Jerk.

"You mean beside the fact that he kidnapped me?" Edward nods in response, and just as I'm about to answer, his dad cuts in.

"As interesting as this conversation is, we do have something to discuss." Oh right, the whole, parents making a deal with my kidnapper thing. This should be fun, not. "To answer your question, they didn't drop you off because they needed it to look like a kidnapping, for the press."

Right the press, why didn't I think of that.

"Okay, but why did they make a deal with you in the first place?" That makes him frown.

"I can't tell you that."

"Why?"

"I promised your parents I wouldn't tell you." Fuck that, I want to know.

"Well, can I ask them myself then?" Say, yes.

"No." Dammit

"How come?"

"You can't contact them. We need it to look like a kidnapping, that can't happen if you call them up to chat." Oh right, well that sucks.

"So, MR. um…"

"Cullen."

"MR. Cullen, what do we do now?"

"Why, we plan a wedding, of course." He answers jovially.

I just growl in response

*MTMC*

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