Bella's pov
I am shaking. The knife is moving closer in my direction. The man hasn't said another word sense he said my name. This is just like my luck. Dying by the knife controlled by a strange man. I hear the beep and read the text; I know it is from Edward.
Bella, I will be there. Don't give up.
The feeling in the air is strange. I smell a strange mix of salt and chlorine. That's it. It's my blood. I look down at my arm but there is no red or cut or anything. I look at my hand, which holds the phone, and realize my new ring is missing.
" What did you do with my ring?" I ask angrily. My voice not as quiet as I imagined. He glares at me and he shows me the ring. " Give it back" I say this as I hear a beep.
Where are you?
" I'll give you this, if I can have that," He points to my phone. I think about this. I have another phone at home. The same home I can never return to, I remember. The ring, I can never replace that. I hand him the phone and he gives me my ring.
I slip the ring back onto my finger as the man begins to text.... Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. I know he is sending the text to Edward.