Chapter Four.

(BPOV)

We were sitting in silence, letting our minds wander to what the future held for each of us. Would we die? Would we somehow be rescued even though every single odd was stacked against us? Maybe, maybe not…I knew it wasn't such a good thing to do, to think. When the mind thinks about something so unknown, its imagination tends to run wild. Like a five year old who believes that there is a monster in the closet. Only our monsters were real and they were upstairs shouting orders at each other. Their foot steps were heavy due to the rush they seemed to be in. We were told we were leaving soon, a "road trip" they both called it. Kaylee and I both knew that it was more. We just sat there, not speaking to one another there was no reason to. Every few minutes we would make eye contact almost as if we needed to make sure the other was still there.

The sounds upstairs intensified and we both flinched.

"Bella," Kaylee whispered

I turned to my head at looked at her. She was holding on to what looked like a piece of paper. Her knuckles were white against the bone due to the hold she had on it. My eyes darted towards the paper and to her eyes. Her eyes never left what she had in her hand. I was beginning to wonder if maybe she didn't call my name at all. I stared for a few more moments and then looked down at my feet which were shoeless and covered in dirt.

"Do you think they are looking for you?" Kaylee asked

This time I kept my eyes away from her face and kept them on myself.

"Who, the police?" I asked keeping my voice low

"Sure the police but also your parents, your family. Do you think they are looking for you?" She spoke, her voice sounding too old.

"Yes," I told her

My parents would have figured out I was missing by now. They had come home to an empty house and a dead dog in the hallway. I could imagine the look on their faces when they saw Moscow's body. They must have yelled out my name and ran upstairs to check my room. Finally after searching the entire house and coming up with nothing, my father would have phoned the police. Me, the daughter of a FBI Agent missing from home. I had to be making headlines somewhere… I knew I was probably the latest story on Nancy Grace.

I didn't know much about the FBI force or even the Police force. The one thing I did know was that things always went public when one of there own was gone after. Even when a cop was shot and survived it always made one of the top stories. I knew somewhere, someone was looking for me and my parents were waiting for me to come home.

"How can you be sure?" she asked.

"My D-Dad is in law enforcement." My voice broke at the word Dad.

She was quiet for a while as if she was thinking something over.

"Police man?" she finally responded

"No, FBI," I whispered the word in her ear.

Her jaw dropped a little when she heard my last word. Her eyes grew wide, her facial expression showed disbelief. She started shaking her head back and forth mumbling something I couldn't hear. I thought I caught the words "not good"in her inaudible rant.

Not good? How can that be not good? What I caught of her statement didn't make any sense. It was good that I was the daughter of the FBI. What did she mean?

"No-no, don't you see, it is good. I know my father has told them that I'm missing. That I was kidnapped and I know they are looking for me. If they are looking for me then they are looking for you because we are together. Doesn't that make any sense?" I explained rubbing her arm soothingly.

She seemed to lean into my touch and continued shaking her head.

"They will find me and when they find me they find you. After they rescue us we'll both be safe," I promised her. "I know my father won't give up. The thing is we can't give up on him because I know he won't give up on us. We need to stay strong." I kissed the top of her head.

I was hoping my words soothed her however, the words also helped me. All throughout my explanation she continued her head shaking. "You don't believe me do you?" I asked her

What was so hard to believe? Did she think I would somehow leave her to deal with this living Hell? While I go home safe, happy and warm? She was the closest thing I had to a sister. I knew I hadn't known her for very long but in that time, the things we had seen and endured have sealed a bond between us that could not be broken.

"Kaylee, if you think I'm going to leave you. I'm not going to, I swear I would never…" She cut me off by a wave of her hand.

"I know you wouldn't Bella." She was soothing me now.

"I know you would never leave me. Just like I would never leave you behind. It's just that you don't see do you?" She looked me in the eyes like I was missing something obvious.

"See what?" I asked her

"They followed us, they watched us. Everything we did they saw us do. Don't you see Bella? They know who your father is. They know everything about us, so why would they not know who our families are?" She was now rubbing my arm.

"Huh?" was my only response

She sighed, her eyes sad and hopeless once again.

"They watched us…Bella. They knew our routine so they would know when we were alone. They took us when we were alone. They knew the outline of my home I'm guessing they knew yours, too. If they took the time to watch us, and found a way to know the houses in and out. Why would they not know who your father is or what he does? They knew, Bella, they knew. Since they knew they prepared…" She spoke while I watched her arm rub mine.

"What do you mean prepared?" I stammered

"Why would they kidnap a FBI daughter unless they were ready to hide any trails leading to them…leading to us? It doesn't make any sense for them not to know. Do you see now?"

I stared at her she refused to meet my eyes. Everything began to sink in, she was right.

People don't go through the trouble of kidnapping a high profile kid, if they weren't ready for danger or the hunt that was sure to ensue. I started to shake my head as all the hope I held inside of me evaporated.

I swallowed hard as her next statement came in a lower whisper than the rest of her words.

"Maybe…your father is the…well he might have saw something or said something to make someone angry. Maybe he might have done something…" she trailed off hesitantly

I gasped.

"What are you saying? That my father did something to piss someone off, and they took me to get back at him?" I asked hurt

I didn't want to blame my father for my nightmare. I wanted to fully blame the two creatures upstairs for everything. I refused to think that my father is the reason I'm here. She looked me square in the eyes absolute resolve rang in her features.

"There's a reason why you're here Bella," she said sternly "There is a reason why I'm here too. I don't know anything about being a criminal but I do know that FBI kids don't get messed with for no reason." She was getting louder and louder. I was worried she would upset the men.

"A reason…" I whispered to myself.

She nodded sadly.

"My mom-mother had a boyfriend named Daniel." She looked away from me but grabbed my hand "She would work late hours and he didn't have a job so she had to pay all the bills. They would fight at night. Oh, they would fight and it would get loud. My mother would shout at him and ask him why he owed people so much money. Daniel would shout back that it was her 'little habit,' too. A few days later when my mom was at work, Daniel picked me up from school. It was the very first time he did his since I had known him. He was nervous about something the whole way home. I asked him what was wrong he shook his head and said we were out of food and that he needed to go shopping. I offered to go with him but he just dropped me off that the house. I remembered right when I was about to get out of the car he grabbed my arm and said 'I'm sorry.' I didn't understand him then, I do now though. Ten minutes after I walked through the door they came in and took me. I tried to run, tried to call for help. I screamed but then they drugged me. Then I woke up here just like you did. I get it now…what Daniel meant when he said he was sorry. Daniel owed people money…he didn't have money to give…so he gave me instead." She then grew quiet.

I couldn't believe what I had just been told…Kaylee had been sold to these… these things.

Did she think my father, my dad my own flesh and blood sold me…or at the very least knew there was someone after me and did nothing?

"No…my father didn't do anything like that," I almost yelled. I took her silence as an automatic rebuff to what I had just said. "No!" I yelled and stood, I was looking down at her. "My father loved me! He still loves me and he is looking for me! He wants me back and so does my mom! They will find us I know they will!" I screamed at her.

Kaylee jumped up and clasped her hand over my mouth. I didn't know why she was doing this when silence from up stairs came into my mind. How long have they been listening? How much and what did they hear?

Something from upstairs hit the floor. It was so heavy that the dust and dirt from our ceiling came down on us, causing us to cough.

Our breathing stopped as we heard heavy footsteps coming towards us. I never knew that the sounds of simple keys turning could be so heart wrenching. I grasped Kaylee's hand and she squeezed mine back. She glanced at me in an apologetic smile.

I'm sorry I mouthed, looking into her eyes. I didn't not mean for my outbreak to come to this. She nodded and squeezed my hand again as if to say its okay. James showed up at the open door way. As always, he had the smile on his face.

"Ladies, what's all the commotion down here about?" He asked leaning against the door frame. Neither of us spoke, the eerie quiet felt as though you could cut it with a butter knife it was so thick. "Oh come one, why the shyness now? We know each other so well…don't you agree?" He cooed with a chuckle

Still we didn't speak. He huffed and pushed himself off the door way. I followed him with my eyes while Kaylee looked at the ground with one had holding mine and the other wrapped around herself.

James noticed this as well. "Well, looks like you two have become cozy I see" He stared to walk circles around us. I decided to take Kaylee's lead and I kept my head trained on the ground.

"Hmm" He said He was standing behind us when I felt Kaylee jump. The low laugh that followed confirmed what I didn't want…He was here to play with us. "Now, now Sam…" He gently chided

Kaylee squeezed my hand harder, I squeezed hers back. "Sam…My pretty little Sammy, you know how I don't like it when you play hard to get." He continued to scold. Kaylee said nothing which seemed to upset James. "What do we say when you displease me Sam?" He asked

No answer followed. Then I felt Kaylee's hand being ripped from mine. I gasped at the sudden loneliness I felt. I heard what sounded like someone else gasping and I quickly turned around.

James had Kaylee pinned against the wall of the basement. I wanted to help her so I took a step forward. Kaylee noticed my movement and looked at me, she shook her head no. James turned his head and looked at me, his eyes cold.

"No, Kitty, you stay out of this," he ordered.

I immediately took a step back from the animalistic look in his eyes. My heart began to pound, my palms began to sweat and tears threatened to flow. He turned his attention back to Kaylee, I stood frozen. "Now Sam, what do we say?" He asked again

Kaylee swallowed hard and answered in a low voice. "I'm sorry…I-I prom-promise t-to make it bet-better."

"Louder!" He ordered. Kaylee repeated herself, only louder

"Again and louder Sam. No one is around here, just us…no one will here you. Scream it Sam, I want to hear you!" He yelled in her face.

I looked away and then my heartbeat almost stopped, James had left the door open. Run! My mind shouted at me. Run NOW! It ordered

I looked at Kaylee and James he still had her by the neck. He was just staring at her he paid no attention to me.

I turned around slowly and took exactly three steps to the door. I slowly turned my head back to look at them once more before I ran for it. I wanted to give Kaylee some sign that told her, I would be back and I would bring help.

James had now parted Kaylee's legs and was staring at her while he was touching her. Kaylee's face remained blank as she stared at me but her eyes seemed to be telling me something. GO! They seemed to be shouting at me.

I realized then that I should run. There was always the chance I could get out of this house. Find someone and call for help. To be able to hear my father's voice when I tell him I needed him. I would tell him where to find Kaylee. She would be rescued as soon as possible after I escaped.

But, what if I didn't make it out? It was a 50/50 chance that I would make it. I wouldn't put it past them to kill her if I did get away. I looked back at Kaylee and I then saw the answer.

She wanted me to go, that I knew for certain. I should go I should run and find help. I should but I couldn't. She had helped me from the moment I showed up here…I would not and could not leave her. I went and took three steps forward back to my spot when James had walked in. My toe came into contact with something heavy, I looked down. It was like a sign from above. It was a rock about the size of my two fists put together. I picked it up and look at James and knew what I was going to attempt next.

I walked towards James' back as he continued to molest Kaylee. Kaylee met my gaze and I swear I saw disappointment in her eyes. She was unhappy that I left my chance to leave. At the moment I didn't care what she thought. I refuse to run just as much as I refuse to watch her get raped in front of my very eyes.

I was about half a foot from James' form. I could hear his heavy breathing into her neck. I raised the rock over my head. My arms straining to hold the object due to the lack of food I was getting.

Kaylee's eyes which showed almost no emotion since before she realized what I was going to do, changed.

Her eyes became wide with worry or fear. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I was about to attempt to kill the man named James. I was then abruptly on the floor in pain. I looked behind me and saw Kevin's calm figure standing behind me.

I gasped at the sharp pain in the back of my knee. James finally hearing the noise and turned around.

I waited for Kevin to tell James what I was about to do. I waited for James to start shouting and start beating me. I waited for some form of punishment I knew I would receive.

Yet James didn't say a word.

Everyone even Kaylee stared at Kevin waiting to see what was to happen next.

Kevin met my eyes I don't know how long it was when someone finally spoke.

"James, get the girls in the van…were leaving now," Kevin's calm voice echoed in my ears.

The next chapter is already a quarter written…

OKAY…Today's Question is:

If you were Bella, would you have ran or stayed?