Bella's POV

Fifteen minutes later

Once I had taken my shower, I dressed rapidly before going down to the kitchen. Edward and his friends glanced at me as I entered the room. He was sitting at the right end of the table. Jerry was diagonally across from his to his left. Daniel was sitting beside him, and Brad was on the other side, a seat away from Edward. The aroma of eggs, sausage, and fried potatoes wafted through the air.

He nodded at a chair that was diagonally across from him to his right. "Sit here, please," he requested with a smile.

Now he wants to be polite, I thought with a deep frown. I didn't want to be anywhere near him. However, because I didn't want to get into an argument which would lead to a beating or a raping, I obeyed him with little grace. I kept my eyes lowered to prevent myself from making eye contact with anyone.

Edward rubbed my left arm. "I hope that you are hungry. Victor is making a feast for us," he announced.

I did not comment, just stiffened and glowered at the table. He moved his hand away and thankfully let me be.

For the most part, everyone was quiet as Victor finished cooking our meal. He laid a plate filled with food before me, then gave everyone else their breakfast. I did not thank him. I only stared at my food until Edward nudged my foot under the table. I jumped and scowled at him, shooting him a "what the hell is it now?" look.

"You are not eating, Bella. You need to eat, or else your food will get cold, and you will have to reheat it," he mumbled.

Without responding to him, I picked up my fork and reluctantly took a bite of my sausages. He beamed at me as I ate mechanically, not tasting anything, not looking at the others.

"Bella, what is the matter?" Edward queried. "Did I hurt your arms earlier?"

I inclined my head, deciding to be partly truthful. It wasn't as if he didn't, after all.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it, my temper just caught up with me again."

I rolled my eyes, but he didn't see it.

"...Are you not going to accept my apology?"

Shaking my head, I continued to eat.

"Why not? Are you still upset with me?"

I nodded.

"Don't worry, I promise that I'll make it up to you. You know that I love you, do you not?"

I shrugged. I really did not know. If he truly did, then he had an odd, rude, and painful way of showing it.

"Well, I do. You have no idea how much, and I know that you love me too."

I did before he cheated on me, and before I found out that he wasn't my soul mate.

"Come on, Bella. Talk to me!" he pleaded.

"No. I don't have anything to say to you, other than this," I grumbled.

"Bella, please. I really am sorry," he stated.

Maybe he was. Just maybe, but I didn't believe him. Edward had obviously saw this because a tense silence followed. I was just happy that he had stopped going off at the mouth for once.

The rest of the meal went by quietly. Hardly a word was said. Pretty soon, everybody was done eating and Victor laid the plates, forks, and cups in the dishwasher. The others stood and whispered amongst themselves. I did not move, but remained in my chair, seething with hatred.

A few minutes later, the whispers grew louder, more excited. I looked up to see Edward talking to Daniel, glancing at me occasionally. Then he turned and beckoned for me to come to him. Not wanting to cause trouble, I did so warily. What was going on now?

Edward placed a hand on my back. "Step into the parlor with me for a bit," he murmured.

I followed him reluctantly, but did not speak.

When we were in the aforementioned room, he turned to me. "Bella, I need you to do me a favor, please," he whispered.

I quirked an eyebrow skeptically, and he continued.

"Daniel and my other friends need your help with something, and I would be thankful if you can give them what they need," he remarked.

My jaw dropped in fear when I understood what he meant. I backed away from him, shaking my head. "N-No! Edward, p-please no!" I cried.

"Bella, please do this for me. I am going to be in the same room to make sure that they don't hurt you," he assured, as if that would make me feel better.

"NO!" I repeated.

Sighing wearily, Edward picked me up and lugged me up to his bedroom. He wrapped his arms around mine so that I wouldn't hit him. Then he set me down before ghosting over to my dresser. He rummaged around in it before yanking out a black and white corset with black stockings, a black thong, and a garter belt. "Put this on," he commanded, offering them to me

I crossed my arms defiantly. "No," I said once more.

He growled lowly, and before I knew it, my clothes were off. Then he put the lingerie on so fast that I couldn't stop him.

"Edward, please! I don't want to do this!" I begged.

Narrowing his eyes at me-not in anger, but in confusion-he inquired, "Are you scared of them? If you are, don't be. I know that they hurt you before, but they will never do that again. I understand that you don't want me to share you, and that you only want me, but they need you to take care of their needs."

What the fuck was he talking about?! Did he not see that I didn't want him yet, or his friends, for that matter?! "They need me?! Haven't they heard of jerking off?" I demanded in incredulity.

He howled with laughter. "Of course they have! But masturbating is not as good as the real thing. Now, let's go. Daniel needs you first."

"No! Hell no! I'm not helping your friends with shit! Why don't they just ask Tanya to fuck them?!"

"Because you are warmer than she is. Come on, please."

"NO!"

Edward snarled and pulled me out of the room by my hair.

I winced as he yanked me down the hall. "Edward, let go! You're hurting me!"

He released me, but tugged me over to a door by the arm. "I'm sorry. I said that he won't hurt you, and you have to believe that." He opened it and I was dragged into the room. "Oh good, you have your condom on." He said this to Daniel as he pushed me forward. "Go on, Bella. I'll just be sitting in the corner. Just do whatever he tells you, and everything will be all right. Go on."

Swallowing thickly, I walked over to Daniel to avoid a beating. I kept my blurry eyes on the floor. I hated myself for not arguing, and for being so weak, but I was frightened. I didn't want Edward or Daniel to hurt me more than they already had.

Daniel grabbed me and threw me onto his bed. "You look sexy. Are you ready for me?" he questioned, hovering over me. He ripped off my thong and positioned himself at my entrance. Then he held me down by my wrists with one hand.

I wanted to say no, but that would have made him and Edward angry. "Just get it over with, please," I croaked, not looking at him. I just wanted him to be done quickly.

"Eager, are we? That's the spirit! I will be more than delighted to give you what you wish," he murmured.

Then he shoved himself into me, and I cried out in agony. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he covered my mouth and thrusted into me over and over. The pain was horrible.

"Not so rough. She's crying. You're hurting her," Edward declared.

Daniel peeked over his shoulder. "My apologies, boss." He slowed his movements a little, but it did not help. "That better?" he asked me.

I glanced at Edward fearfully, then nodded. "Yeth."

"It feels good now?"

I had to lie, as much as it killed me to do so. "...Y-Yeth."

"Perfect."

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and went on until he reached his orgasm. Then he allowed me to stand up. I did after putting my thong back on.

Edward smiled at me. "Now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" he inquired.

It was more difficult than he would ever believe that it was. I waved this thought aside and did not respond.

He took my silence as a no. "Well, come on then. Victor is expecting you," he announced.

When I opened my mouth to argue, his eyes hardened, so I closed it. There was nothing that I could do except follow him to another room.

Carlisle's POV

9:27am in Forks

My children had long since returned home. Neither Alice nor Jasper had found Isabella, much to my disappointment. However, like Emmett and Rosalie, they planned to search for her again.

At the moment, we were all in the family room. The Denalis had arrived in Seattle a couple of minutes before, and they would be here in seconds. They had chosen to run here instead of renting a vehicle.

Jasper bolted up from his chair. "They're here," he announced.

I heard the footfalls and stood up too. My children and I went downstairs to meet Eleazar and his family. They zipped out of the trees just as I had reached the door. The coven seemed a little bare without Tanya.

"Hello, Carlisle," Eleazar greeted as he entered the mansion.

I thumped him on the shoulder. "Hello, Eleazar," I returned. "Carmen, Irina, Kate," I added, hugging them. Then they embraced Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie. "I am grateful to you for coming, and so are my children."

"As I said to you before, Carlisle, it is not a problem. We are glad to help you. It is a pity what Edward did to Bella," Eleazar remarked, shaking his head.

Kate turned to me. "Are we going to her father's house now?" she inquired.

I said no. "Not until eleven thirty. He needs a chance to wake up if he hasn't already, take a shower, and eat breakfast," I pointed out.

She nodded in understanding.

For the time being, my family and I caught up with the Denalis. We hadn't talked much since Isabella and Edward's engagement party, and since Rosalie had called to tell them that Isabella and I were soul mates.

When it was eleven twenty, everyone drove to Charlie's house. I took Eleazar and Carmen in my Mercedes while Kate and Irina rode with Alice and Jasper.

Ten minutes later, we were parking in Charlie's driveway. Everybody stepped out of the cars and walked over to the house. I knocked on the door, and Charlie opened it a few minutes later.

It was plain to see that he did not get any sleep, or only acquired a little bit of it. His eyes were red, and there were shadows underneath them. His hair was tousled and so were his clothes. There was no question that it had been a rough night for him.

"Good morning, Charlie," I stated.

"Hey," he mumbled. He leaned to the side. "Are these your cousins?"

"Yes," I replied.

Charlie inclined his head and threw his arm out behind him. "You can all come in, sit down, and make yourselves comfortable. Do you have any news on Bella?"

I shook my head dolefully as we trudged into the living room. "I am certain that we will soon or later though. Oh, and before we talk, I would like to introduce you to cousins." I gestured to Eleazar and Carmen, and they walked up to me. "Carlisle, this is my cousin Eleazar, and his wife Carmen. Eleazar, Carmen, this is Isabella's father, Police Chief Charlie Swan."

Eleazar grasped his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Chief Swan," he declared.

Carmen took it next. "Hello, Chief Swan. It's nice to meet you," she added.

"You too," Charlie grunted.

After that, I motioned for Irina and Kate to stand beside me. "This is my other cousin, Irina."

Irina nodded. "Hello."

Charlie bobbed his head in return. "Hi there."

"And this is Kate, who is also my cousin," I concluded.

Kate sauntered forward and held her hand out when she paused. Her mouth was half open.

Frowning, I gazed at Charlie and noticed that he had frozen too. He stared at Kate in rapture, as if he had seen heaven. Kate's expression mirrored his.

Then she blinked, visibly collecting herself. "Sorry. M-My name is Kate. I am pleased to meet you, Chief Swan," she murmured.

Charlie reached out to shake her hand. They both jumped as if they had been shocked. "I'm pleased to meet you too. You can call me Charlie," he noted.

"Sure. Thank you, Charlie. You may call me Katrina, if you like. It is my real name," she uttered.

"Katrina. That's a pretty name."

"Thank you." If Kate could have blushed, she would have been doing so right then.

After she had said this, Kate let his hand go (reluctantly, it seemed) and everybody sat down. Because there were ten of us, my children plopped down onto the floor while Eleazar and Carmen made themselves comfortable on the loveseat. Kate, Irina and I took the sofa.

Charlie drooped onto his recliner. "First," he began. "I would like to thank you all for helping me look for my daughter. You have no idea of how much it means to me."

We smiled and told him that he was welcome. "Glad to help," Kate added.

Alice and Jasper eyed her with amusement.

"So how are you going to do this? Search for Bella, I mean?" Charlie questioned.

I leaned forward. "Well, Alice and Jasper are planning to drive all over the state and Idaho, while Emmett and Rosalie will look for her in Oregon and California. My cousins agreed to see if they could find her anywhere in Western Canada. I will remain here in Forks to help you," I declared.

"That sounds like a good idea. None of this will be too much trouble for you, will it?" he queried.

"No, of course not," I remarked while everyone else shook their heads.

"Are you certain? I don't want to..." Charlie was unsure.

Isabella was more like him than I thought. "Don't worry about it, Charlie, it really is no problem at all."

When he saw that I meant it, he sighed and nodded. "Thank you," he repeated.

"It's fine, Charlie," I stated.

We talked for a bit and the Denalis spoke to Charlie so that they could get to know each other. Kate asked him more questions than anyone else, and he was eager to reply to them. It astonished me because Charlie was not a loquacious person. He was as quiet as Isabella was after him, and was irritated when someone asked him a certain amount of questions. But not today, it seemed.

After some time, Eleazar and the others prepared to go. "We have to get going if we are going to Canada. I will call you, Carlisle, if we find Bella," he proclaimed.

I bobbed my head at him. "Thank you. Please do," I said.

Kate glanced at Charlie with uncertainty, as if she did not want to leave. Alice and Jasper smirked.

I frowned at them. "What is it?" I whispered so that Charlie would not hear me.

"She wants to stay," Alice responded in a low voice.

"Do you think that that would be a good idea?" I inquired hesitantly.

To my immense shock, she replied, "Yes. Kate won't do Charlie any harm. Actually, if she remained here, it would help him tremendously. Trust me. I've seen it." She then smiled at Kate. "Go ahead and ask him. He won't mind."

Kate bit her lip nervously as she turned to Charlie. "Uh...Charlie?" she murmured.

He looked up. "Yes, Katrina?" he asked.

I fought the urge to laugh.

"May...may I stay here with you and Carlisle, please? I would like to help you both."

A tiny grin lit up his dismal expression. "Sure. I would like that."

Kate shot Eleazar, Carmen, and Irina an apologetic look. "I am sorry."

Eleazar waved his hand. "It is all right, Kate. We will be fine. Call us if anything."

"I will. You too."

"You know that we will."

My children stood up. "We had better get going too. We have to pack some clothes. Our trips in the state, Idaho, Oregon, and California will take several days, maybe weeks. Once everything is ready, we're leaving," Rosalie declared.

I nodded. "Well, if I am here when you do, don't forget to come over so that I can say good-bye to you, okay?" I inquired.

"Okay. See you later, Pops. Call us," Emmett added, punching my arm lightly.

"I will. Good-bye, kids, Eleazar, Irina, Carmen."

Everyone but Charlie hugged one another before they left the house. When they were gone, the living room was quiet. It seemed as if neither Charlie, Kate or I could find anything to talk about.

Finally, Kate cleared her throat. "Charlie, you look hungry. Have you eaten at all today?" she asked in a worried voice.

Charlie bowed his head. "No. I haven't had an appetite every since I found out that Bella is missing, and that was yesterday morning," he mumbled.

She looked sympathetic. "Well, you ought to eat," she pointed out.

"Yes," I agreed. "You need your strength. Isabella wouldn't like it if you starved yourself, and I wouldn't either."

"Would you like me to fix you something? If you look like you're going to fall out if you stand up," Kate noted, teasing him a little.

Charlie snickered. "Uh...okay, I guess, if you want. But you don't have to..."

Kate cut him off. "It would be my pleasure. Now, you just sit there and try to keep calm. I'll whip up a nice meal for you."

She headed for the kitchen.

He turned to me. "Your cousin is really nice," he commented.

I nodded. "Yes, she is. It's a wonder that she's single."

Then I mentally facepalmed. Why did I say that?

Charlie blinked in surprise. "Really? It is a wonder. Anyone would be lucky to have her."

"Mmm." I agreed with him.

The silence that followed was awkward.

Bella's POV

1:30pm in Newton Mearns

After more than an hour of being used as nothing better than a sex doll by Edward's friends, I was allowed to go take a shower. Wanting to rid myself of the feelings of their hands and bodies on mine, I did so with joy. I felt so slimy and disgusting. Unfortunately, I was unable to, even when I had practically scrubbed myself raw.

I redressed and tried to make myself as presentable as I could, but it was hard to with the bruises on my face. Covering them with my hair was impossible unless I stared at the floor. Out of exasperation, I gave up, throwing my brush on the dresser.

Who was I kidding? Here, in this jail, I was nothing, other than a mute whore. No one cared about me or what I thought. It was obvious that the only thing that Edward's friends wanted from me was sexual relief. What was the point in looking good to them, to Edward? All of the designer clothes and lingerie in the world could not erase the bruises I had. And even if they were visible, they didn't see them. Well, Brad did for a while. However, after we came here, he just ignored them.

If it weren't for Carlisle, I would have been feeling very worthless at the moment. Still, I almost did. My most prominent emotions, though, were shame, rage, and fear. Not to mention despair and hatred. Hatred for Edward, his friends, and myself. I hated me for not fighting back, no matter what the consequences would have been, and for being too scared to do it. Then again, I didn't want Edward's friends to hurt me more than they did as they were holding me down and raping me earlier.

Edward had told them off for being rough with me, but why could he not see that I didn't want to "help" them. He said that he loved me, but if he did, he wouldn't have forced me to do that at all.

The worse part of it was that I had to endure this for three to five months. Or at least until Carlisle had found me, and I didn't know how long that would take. I did not know how I would get through them without ending up in a mental institution.

Just thinking about it made me cry. I laid down on the bed and wept, curling myself into a ball. Edward heard me, as usual, and dashed into the room.

"What is wrong, baby?" he queried.

I was sobbing too hard to answer him, not that I was planning to.

"Bella? What is wrong?" he repeated.

I still didn't reply.

"Are you hurt? Did my friends hurt you? Were they too harsh on you?" he demanded gently.

I nodded. That was kind of the truth.

Suddenly, he left the room. I didn't know why he did until I heard him yelling at his pals downstairs.

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU NOT TO BE SO ROUGH?! SHE IS IN PAIN BECAUSE OF YOU!" he hollered.

They quickly apologized, and Edward returned to the bedroom.

I shifted and glared at him. "It wasn't just your friends. You hurt me too," I murmured.

He looked concerned. "I did? What do you mean?" he questioned.

Unfolding myself, I stormed over to him. "You practically pimped me out to your friends without my consent, Edward! How could you do that to me? It makes me wonder if you even care for me anymore. The Edward I knew would never do this to someone, especially if he loved them. What happened to him?" I wailed.

Edward reached out to caress my cheek, but I stepped away from him. "Bella, listen. The Edward that you know is still here," he responded, tapping his chest.

I shook my head in grief and misery. "No, he's not. If he was, he wouldn't have raped or kidnapped me against my will. He wouldn't have had me gang-raped as a punishment either, pimp me out to his friends, or hit or choke me. The Edward I knew is dead. He's dead. I don't know who you are, or if this is what he truly is. But I hate you, with every fiber of my being, and I always will."

Edward cocked his eyebrow in warning, but I paid no attention to him.

"Don't touch me. I will share this room with you, and do whatever you tell me because I have no choice. If I refuse to, you'll just hurt me. Just don't touch me ever again. When I go to bed at night, I want you to stay as far away from me as possible," I growled lowly.

"Lunch is ready!" Victor bellowed from downstairs.

Rolling his eyes at me in indifference, Edward turned away to open the door. "Whatever, Bella. Let's go. You need to eat after all the exercise you did earlier."

My mouth fell in disbelief, but knowing the many things that would happen if I tried to argue with him, I grudgingly obeyed him.

(A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! The more reviews, the sooner I update. I know that this chapter was shorter than the last, but I hope that you still liked it.)