A/N: Just wanted to thank everyone that has been taking the time to review this story. I get so excited when I see a review pop up in my in box. Just wanted to let you know that I have added the Playlist to my profile, although it may take a bit to show up. It's there I promise. Just in case it doesn't show up before you read the chapter I suggest that you listen to the song Jar of Hearts, by Christina Perri while reading.

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Chapter 5

I'm not really sure how long I have been here at this point; weeks maybe. All I know is that there isn't a window in the room that Victoria is keeping me in. Thomas, the doctor/kidnapper, is the one that is taking care of me.

I was shocked the first time he came into the room to check the staples in my stomach from the c-section. I found out later from him that Victoria is paying him to take care of me to make sure that nothing goes wrong with my recovery. I'm positive that this is so she can kill me herself later.

Victoria has only been in this room once since the last time she put me to sleep after letting me ask her all those questions. I can't help but fear that she is back in Forks trying to get to my babies or Jake, or maybe even the pack.

I turned my head at the all-too common noise of the door creaking open.

"Why hello, Isabella, how are we feeling today?"

"I feel fine, for being trapped in this room like a dog." I almost wince when I say it.

The last time that Victoria was in the room she told me she was going to let me out of bed, but not out of the room. I was happy, for a moment, thinking that I might have some freedom. That is, until she put the shackle on my right ankle.

'Wouldn't want you to take out our doctor friend and get away now, would we,' is what she said.

I almost snorted at that, thinking there was no way in hell I was ever going to be able to get past Thomas. He was a lot like Jake; he didn't have quite the muscle mass that Jake did, although he was tall like him and warm just the same.

The room that she was keeping me in was large, too large to be without a window, large enough to fit a now king-size bed, Victoria's chair in the corner... the room even had a closet. Why I would need one of those I will never know... and an attached master bathroom. I was at a loss the first time I saw it. It was huge, and it had a Jacuzzi tub with twin vanities and a steam shower in the corner - you know, one of those fancy ones with about ten shower heads. Of course, the chain was long enough for me to reach anywhere within the master suite.

Thomas walked over to me and lifted up the hem of my shirt; I flinched away from him.

"Now, Bella, you know that I would never do anything to hurt you, why do you act as though I have done any harm to you?"

I scoffed at that, "Are you serious? You took me away from my children only days after I had them, you went along with this plan that Victoria has cooked up, in order to kidnap and eventually kill me, you helped her tell the love of my existence that I never loved him and that I was looking for the person who nearly destroyed me over staying with him and my children, and you say that you have never hurt me?"

I could see the anger and hurt pass over his face, as he said, "You know that I had no choice, Isabella! I have a family I need to protect, what other thing could I do than to go along with it? It's not like I set out to hurt anyone, but my family is more important to me than some girl who purposely got herself mixed up with vampires." He slammed my chart down on the desk, pulled the key from its cord around his waist, and unlocked the door, then slammed it shut as he left.

For the rest of the day, I laid in the room by myself. There was no TV, but, thankfully, Thomas was told that books were allowed. The books I was allowed to read were nothing like the books that I normally read. No, these books were dark, and twisted, much like Victoria was; maybe this is where she got her sick ideas from.

I never asked to have anything different. I was being fed, taken care of, and not being tortured, yet. Although I knew for certain that time would come, I had to fill my mind with something other than my family, my children and my Jake.

The hurt of knowing that Victoria had wrote him a note that was so convincing to him to not even search for me was enough to know that she had broken him. If I wasn't reading those books, my mind was running rampant, trying to think of the things that she put in that letter to Jake, what his reaction was. Was he even safe, were my children safe, how was he acting, how did Charlie and Billy act when they found out the news.

The pack must hate me for hurting Jake.

These things ate away at me until I would have a panic attack, and Thomas would come in and put me to sleep, telling me not to think of such things. How could I, though? How could I not think about the pain that he and everyone else I know must be going through at the thought of my abrupt departure. I didn't even get to give my children one last kiss goodbye.

Even now, reading this book, I was fighting the thoughts back, but they were too much to bear. I placed the book on my chest and just let the worry flow, knowing that once I freaked out I would be put back to sleep; at least I could escape to my dreams. Once, I had nightmares of Edward leaving. Now, I had dreams of Jake and the sun and the beach; our family living together and being happy.

My dreams were my own and I had to find a way to keep them hidden, because I was sure that if Victoria ever found out that I was happy she would find a way to rip it away from me.

I could feel my heart start to pound, the blood began to rush out of my fingertips and into my arms; the more I thought about Jake and my children, the quicker this would happen. The blood pumped so fast in my veins that my head started to spin, it felt like someone had their hands on either side of my head and they were pushing them together.

My breaths were coming in pants and my body was shaking. I smiled, because I knew the screaming would start, and it did. Not soon after Thomas rushed in and stuck a needle in my arm, I found the peace that was Jake.

When I woke up to the smell of food, my stomach growled, and I found myself shifting out of the bed to make my way to the desk. As I was stretching, a cool breeze slid over the back of my neck and I froze.

Victoria was here, she was watching me sleep.

The hairs on my neck stood on end as the breeze continued to slide over my neck in short slight bursts. She was panting - only, in anticipation, I assumed. I couldn't do anything; I was rooted to the floor just waiting for her to make her move. When I felt two cool hands touch either side of my shoulders I jumped, and lunged forward in attempt to escape.

I knew it was pointless, but, to my shock, I was able to get away. I scrambled into the corner and tried to flick on the desk lamp while curling my legs into my body. I finally managed to get the lamp on, and what I saw sent a tremor through my body. My eyes were so wide they were hurting, but I couldn't look away. No, it couldn't be.

"Love, it's me, I'm not here to hurt you," Edward said, while crouching down in front of me and holding his hand out for mine. Slowly, he inched toward me; I couldn't breathe, my eyes were still wide on his face.

How could this be? Victoria said that she was looking for him and that she couldn't find him. Did he know all along that she had me? Was this part of the plan to bring Edward here, to hurt me more? The once sealed hole in my chest began to slowly rip open.

This was her plan; this is how she was going to torture me?

The pain was burning my insides, I was supposed to be mad at him and hate him for what he had done to me. But I couldn't, because he was here, and this was Edward. He wouldn't help her, he once loved me. Didn't he? I was so confused, but I couldn't think.

That is, until his cool hand touched my cheek.

I snapped out of my thoughts and lunged myself at him, with a speed I didn't know that I could possess, and apparently one that Edward wasn't expecting. He was on the floor and I was on top of him, and I couldn't get close enough.

My mind was screaming two things at once: it was telling me to stay away, that he was only going to hurt me, but it was also yelling at me to get closer, to get some kind of contact, to find out if he was really here or if he was an hallucination, a figment of my imagination.

I found myself ripping his shirt out of his tattered slacks and shoving my hands up under his shirt, pressing my hands to the cold stone of his chest. I just needed to touch him, to know that he was real, that he was actually here. I felt his arms wrap around my body and he pulled me closer to him, running his nose up my neck and into my hair. He drew in a long ragged breath, and squeezed me tighter.

Hold me was all I could think. I needed someone to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be ok, and that Victoria wasn't going to hurt me. I flattened myself more to his body and placed my lips to the side of neck.

He was so cold, but his scent was all around me, and I found myself instantly calmed. I continued to breathe him in, calming myself in the process; I could tell that Edward was doing the same. He kept running his hands up and down my back and through my hair.

It was almost ironic, that while we were together we were never in this position, me on top of him, hands in his shirt, my lips pressed against his neck.

"I missed you so much, Bella," he began to murmur into my hair. "I love you so much. I never should have left you, love, I will never leave your side again. I was so wrong; I never thought she would do this."

Anger bubbled up inside me. I placed my hands against his chest and began to push. In an instant, we were sitting upright. I was still straddling Edward, and his hands were still on my back, mine still in his shirt, but I was now looking at his amber eyes, and I just wanted to slap him. I ripped my hands out from under his shirt and did just that.

The pain shot through my hand like lightning. The stunned look on his face was replaced with one of worry, as he grabbed my hand and started to inspect it.

"What was that for Isabella? You know that you can't harm me." His expression was one of disbelief, now.

"That was for leaving me!" I shouted at him, and I was now pushing myself up and away from him. I had to get away; I had to ignore the scent of him that still lingered on my body. I was pacing across the room. "YOU" I pointed at him, "tore my heart out and left it in the woods that day."

The look of agony that crossed his face almost made me flinch. Almost, because, once second of his hurt could never match the pain I felt all those months until Jake made me whole again. The thought of Jake ripped the hole open further. I hunched over, and grabbed myself in an attempt to hold the pain inside of me.

Edward was up, and gripping my body with worry in his eyes. "Bella, what's wrong? Are you hurt, what can I do?"

"Leave!" I shouted. "Just leave me alone, you broke me that day, Edward, you tore every little living thing out of me and it almost killed me; you almost killed me!" I was still hunched over, my chin pressing into my chest. I couldn't look at him. No, I wouldn't look at him. I knew that he must have a look of horror on his face, but I didn't care. Not now. He did this to me; he is the one that hurt me. He can hurt a little, too; just feel an ounce of what I felt all those months.

"I didn't know, Bella, I didn't" he said, barely above a whisper.

My head snapped up. "You didn't know? You didn't know, Edward? Are you serious? How could you not have known? All those months, telling me that you loved me, letting me love you; love your family like they were my own. You knew what you were doing, you knew and you didn't give a damn!" I couldn't contain the anger that was seeping into my words.

"You can't be serious. Alice never told you that I would lay in my bed, for days at a time, crying out in pain because the pain was too much? Never told you that I would sit in that rocking chair every night, all night long, with the window open, waiting for you to come? She didn't tell you that I almost got hypothermia, because I refused to close the window, just in case? Charlie had to screw it shut! She didn't tell you that he and Renee were on the verge of sending me into a mental institution, until Jake came along and saved me?"

His eyes grew wide, and I could see the tears he would never be able to shed glisten in them. He shook his head and bowed it, "No." He said.

"No what?"

"No, she never told me, Bella. Because, when we left, I told her to never look for you again. She never told me, because I haven't seen my family since the day I left you." His voice was almost pained ,but I could also hear the anger that lied within it.

"The family was upset with me that I made them leave you, I told them that I needed time to get over you and they should take the time to get over you as well. I left them that day, I haven't seen them since. I keep in contact with Carlisle, but that is it."

"You mean, they didn't want to leave me? You made them leave me? Why, Edward? Why would you do that to me, to them? You knew they were like family to me, Esme was like a mother to me, a real mother!"

"I wanted to protect you, Bella, you needed to be out of my world, out of this world," he said, while throwing his hands out to the side.

I snorted, "Some good that did. All you managed to do was break my heart, and get me taken away from my family; my children, Edward, you took me away from my children!" I shouted into his face.

He went still; I slapped my hands to my mouth with wide eyes. He looked up at me like someone had walked over his grave.

"You- you have children, Bella?"

My hand was still on my mouth, and my head was now shaking back and forth. I couldn't believe I blurted it out while yelling at him. I felt a small pang in my chest at dropping that news on him. But it wasn't the only shocking news I had to tell, so I nodded my head.

"Yes, Edward. Children. I have twins."

"Twins. Bella, you have children... When did this happen? Who did you have children with? Are you married?"

He pulled my left hand forward, and he looked down at my finger noticing there wasn't a ring. His head shot up and his eyes were now black.

"Who is he, Bella, who is the father of your children? Such filth that he couldn't marry you first... I was only gone two years, Bella, how could you?"

Anger flooded through my veins, and I jerked my hand out of his.

"How could I?" I screeched. "How could you, how could you leave me in the woods like that? Why did you even take me out there to tell me that? Did you know that she was looking for me, Edward? Is that why you left me out there? You were just going to let her finish me off-"

In an instant, his cold hands were on my forearms, gripping me with painful intensity. "No," he hissed, "I did not know that she was looking for you, how you could even think that, Isabella? I love you!"

"Love isn't crushing someone in the woods, Edward," I sneered back at him.

I saw him flinch, but he quickly regained his statue-like composure. "That was the biggest mistake of my existence, Bella, and one that I will never forget and never stop regretting. I thought I was protecting you, I didn't want you in this world, and I didn't want you to hurt anymore. Now, can you please answer my question?"

"What right do you have to think you deserve an answer, Edward? You lost any right to know anything about me the day you left me."

"I have a right to know who stole your virtue!" He roared.

"No one stole my virtue, Edward I gave it to him, because I love him and he loves me. He was there for me when you weren't, Edward, and as the time went on, he became my sun, my air, everything that you could have been had you not left."

"So you have children with him, then." Edward looked pained when asking that question. "You never said anything to me about children, Isabella."

"I never said anything to you about children because I didn't know that I wanted them. We didn't plan on having children, it just happened; we got caught up, something that never happened between you and me."

He let go of my arms like I was burning him and took a step back. If his eyes could have gotten a darker shade of black, I am sure they would have. "Is that why you found this person so you could punish me by sleeping with him, because I wouldn't chance to harm you? It was about sex, Bella?"

"No! No, it was never just sex between Jake and I, I told you that he helped me get over you, Edward! He was the only one there, he saved me from myself, and I fell in love with him. We love each other, Edward.

"I don't know what to say, because I know I'm not sorry. I thought you were never coming back, I couldn't wait on a dream forever."

"Had I come back, would you have accepted me?"

I didn't know how to answer that question, because part of me always wanted Edward back, even after being with Jake, loving Jake. But, the more sensible part of me wanted him to stay away so I could never chance breaking Jake's heart. I didn't know.

"I don't know, Edward. Honestly, I don't. I love you, I think I always will. If you had come back before Jake started to really help me I am sure that I would have went running back to you, breaking Jake the same way you did me. But after that first year, Edward, things changed with me and Jake. I knew somewhere deep inside that I had feelings for Jake and they just grew, and one day I just knew that I was falling in love with him.

"I couldn't help it- it's Jake, he's so warm, and we are best friends, friends since we were children. Once that first year was over I don't think I would have left him even if you had come back, I couldn't hurt him that much and I couldn't do that to myself either."

"Jake who?"

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat at that question. I knew Edward wasn't going to be happy to hear that I had been down at the rez being taken care of by werewolves, loving a werewolf. I looked down at my socks, "Jacob, Jacob Black."

He sucked in a breath at that. "You had sex with a dog? You actually let a dog touch you and you even had children with one of those vile beasts. What is wrong with you, Isabella!"

"There is nothing wrong with me, Edward!" I snapped. "Don't call Jake a dog either, he has treated me better in the last two years than you have!"

"You know about him, don't you? Know that he turns into a dog, and you do not care? They are dangerous, Isabella, what are you thinking?"

"Jake is not dangerous. He would never hurt me or our children, he loves me, Edward. He loved me enough to put back the pieces that you oh so willingly tore apart. He is always there for me."

He was shaking now, almost like Jake before he was about to phase. "I left so that you would be safe, not so you would run into the arms of my mortal enemy. And a young werewolf, at that! You truly have no sense, Bella, none at all."

"I have sense enough to know when I am not wanted, and you didn't want me. I have sense enough to know that Jake can protect me. He has been protecting me from Victoria since you left, Edward."

"He didn't do a very good job of that, Bella. Otherwise, neither of us would be here right now, would we?"

" I was in the hospital, Edward, he was taking our babies out to the car. Victoria didn't get me, she hired a human to kidnap me while Jake was out of the room; she was creating a diversion, she was running around Forks as a distraction... It wasn't their fault, it wasn't Jake's fault."

I couldn't let him bad-mouth Jake, because all that time he was doing everything in his power to keep me safe.

"So these children of his, you just had them?"

"Yes, I told you that Jake and I didn't get serious until a year after you left, Edward. I had just had them, and was only in the hospital a couple of days. The day they were going to send me home was the day that I was taken. I don't know how long I have been here, maybe a couple of weeks."

This had been an emotional day already, from my self-induced panic-attack this morning, to waking up with Edward being in my room like he always was years ago; it was taking a toll on me. I still hadn't even eaten my dinner, which surely was cold by now.

I walked over to the desk, took the tray, and sat back on the bed. I started to eat, and I couldn't help but notice that Edward was watching me intently.

"What?"

"Nothing, love, I just missed being with you, watching your every move. It seems weird to be able to sit here and watch you now. You don't know how long I have longed to see you again."

"I know, Edward, but this is just something that I don't want to keep talking about. You left, you told me why, I still don't get it, but I think we should just drop it at this point, it's not something I want to keep going over and over again, and I really don't want to fight with you again."

He shook his head and sighed, "whatever you want, Bella."

After eating my dinner, I placed the tray back on the desk and walked over to the chair in the corner that he was sitting in. I wanted to talk to him, to ask him questions about Victoria and where we were; if he knew anything. I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly began to lean down. I was shocked when his head shot up and his lips captured mine.

He was kissing me with abandon, his hands roaming over my back, pulling down to be closer to him. I was in shock from his actions; I couldn't move. Once Edward figured out that I wasn't kissing him back, he stopped and placed his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry, love. I don't know what came over me. Your smell, I have missed it, I forgot how strong and intoxicating it was. I thought you were going to kiss me as well."

I was confused. Why the hell would I want to kiss him, had we not just had this fight for God knows how long, about me being in love with Jake and me still being mad for him breaking me in the first place?

I shook my head, because I didn't want to fight with Edward; I was just going to let this one go. I licked my lips to prepare to speak, and I could taste him on me. I closed my eyes with a shudder; I forgot how nice he tasted. Pushing those thoughts aside I spoke in barley a whisper, "No, I wasn't going to kiss you, Edward. I'm not upset, just don't do that again."

I placed my hands back on his shoulders, and leaned back down with my lips as close to his ear as I could get without touching him. I could feel the shiver run over his body.

"I need you to tell me where we are, how Victoria got you here, and what her plans are. Do you know any of that, Edward?" With my lips still close to his ear I could feel him nod yes.

"Tell me, please, we need to figure out how we are going to get out of here alive."

He turned his head into mine and I could feel him take a deep breath, breathing in my scent. "We are in La Paz, in Mexico. I was tracking Victoria, and she knew that. I went all over the world searching for her, Bella. I came close to getting her when we were in South America and she got away. I'm not very good at tracking.

"Once I lost her scent, I went to Brazil and stayed there for a while, I needed to be away from the family, they are in Vermont as far as I know. And Alice and Jasper are in England. I was coming back for you, Bella; I couldn't stay away from you anymore. I made my way up the coast and I caught Victoria's scent again. I followed it all the way to Altata then, but at the edge of the ocean it was just gone. I jumped in and swam here. I could smell her scent as soon as I stepped on the shore. She led me right to you, Bella.

"It was a trap. A trap, all along." I could hear his voice crack, at the end. So she tricked Edward into coming here, but why? What does she want with Edward, aren't I suppose to be the one she is going to kill?

"I should have known. How could it have been so easy to find her after all that time?"

"She wanted you here, Edward, she told me that she was having fun with you the entire time you were tracking her, she knew all along. Did she tell you anything, anything at all?"

Edward looked up at me with pain in his eyes. "Once I got here, she was waiting for me with another vampire, I don't know who he is. She told me that she had you and that she was going to rip you apart if I didn't come with her. There was nothing I could do, Bella, I wasn't going to just leave you here for her to destroy. I have to keep you safe, this is my doing."

"Are they still here?"

"No, the only one that is here now is the human that Victoria has taking care of you, her and the other vampire are not around, or at least I can't sense them."

I jumped back at that, tugging on his arm. "Well, then let's get out of here, Edward, what are you waiting for? Break down the door and run us back home!" I was scrambling, still trying to get him up from the chair, but he wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving?

"Please" I whispered as I dropped down to my knees in front of him. "Why aren't you getting up, we could get away. I want to go home and see my babies, please, Edward!"

He cupped my face in his palms with a pained look on his face. "I can't, Bella. She told me that she has someone watching Charlie at all times and that there are others watching my family. If she hears anything about us leaving or trying to escape she has given them orders to kill all of them."

"No!" I sobbed, tears now running down my face, We could have been home, we were so close. Then it dawned on me; Charlie! Oh, my God... the Cullens...

"She told me that she was watching, I just thought she was just watching me, waiting for a point when the wolves weren't on guard... Oh my god, Charlie." I continued to sob into my hands. I felt his cold hands wrap around me and lift me up. He walked me over to the bed, holding me in his lap like a child.

"Shhh now, Bella, we will find a way, I promise you nothing is going to happen to Charlie, we will find a way to get through this." His posture became stiff, and his hand stilled in my hair. I felt a low growl come from his chest as the door slowly opened.

"Ahh, I see you have met our newest guest, Isabella" Thomas said as he walked into the room. Edward was clinging to me tighter, as if he was going to take me away. Thomas must have noticed this because he spoke directly to Edward.

"No need to worry, Edward. It is Edward, right?" With a curt nod in conformation, Thomas continued. "I am not here to hurt Bella, I am only here to make sure that she ate her food and that she is still getting along well. It was a close call when she had her children, and Victoria is having me keep a close eye on her to make sure everything is ok." I felt Edward's posture loosen at that.

"If you don't mind. could you please put Bella on the bed so I could check her vitals and make sure her incision is still healing?" Edward looked at me. and I wiped my eyes and nodded my head.

He got up and placed me back on the bed and went to sit in the chair. Thomas walked over to me and checked my blood pressure, my eyes, and asked me if I had had any more attacks since this morning; I just shook my head no. He then began to pull my top up, but stopped at a growl emanating from the other side of the room; Edward was on his feet, clenching his fists together.

"None of that," Thomas spoke with a shaky voice. "Her shirt has to be up and her pants down so I can check the incision, the c-section scar is pretty far down."

"You don't think she can do that herself, she doesn't need you pawing all over her with your less-than-innocent thoughts of her body." Edward's breathing was coming out in pants, I knew it was taking all of his control not to attack Thomas.

Thomas stilled, and was growing paler by the minute. "You can hear what I am thinking." It wasn't a question.

Edward nodded. "Yes, I can read your disgusting mind. Aren't you supposed to be a doctor here to help her, and not take advantage of her?"

Thomas shook his head and looked back and me. I looked at him and pulled my top up a bit and my pants down low enough for him to look at the incision. As he peeled off the gauze I heard Edward gasp for air. I was worried, thinking that I looked disgusting, but when I looked up at him I knew it was something entirely different. He staggered back to the chair gripping the arms; there was a small spot of my blood on the gauze.

I jerked the new bandage out of Thomas's hand and slapped it over my wound all while watching Edward. Thomas was shaking, as I yanked my top down and my pants back up and whispered to Thomas to get out of the room. He nodded his head, grabbed the gauze and ran to the door.

I looked back to Edward, and he was rocking himself back and forth with his head in his hands; he whispered that he was sorry. I got up from the bed and made my way over to him.

"Edward, look at me." He shook his head no. I place my hand under his chin and snapped, "Edward, look at me, right now!"

His eyes were still black, but on top of that, his nostrils were flaring, he was still breathing. I did the only thing I could think to do.

"You have to stop breathing, Edward. Just stop for a while, until it passes."

He looked up at me, and nodded his head, then his breathing ceased.

"I was so close, Bella," he murmured softly. "I thought your smell was strong, before. I forgot how much control, how much control it took to be around you before now. Oh, god, Bella I'm so sorry." He had me in his lap, then, still rocking back and forth.

"Edward, it's ok. I didn't think, you didn't think. Everything is fine, see? I'm fine, nothing happened, and we're ok." I tried to sooth him the best that I could.

"Everything is not ok, Bella. I haven't seen you in two years, I just forgot how intoxicating your blood is to me. How could I have forgotten, I almost lost control, Bella. What would I have done if I would have lost control and killed you?"

"You wouldn't have, Edward, I know you wouldn't have." I said, even unsure as the words came out of my mouth. The look on his face, at that moment, was worse then the day in Biology lab the first time he saw me. To say I was scared would have been an understatement.

His rocking ceased and he looked at me for how long I don't know, and then held me tighter to his cold body. "I don't know what I would do without you, Bella. I don't know what I would do if I took your life."

As his voice floated across my face, I couldn't contain the shivers moving through my body. He quickly stood up and carried me back over to the bed where he tucked every inch of the cover under me. With a sad smile on his face he tucked my hair behind my ears. He then placed a soft kiss to my forehead and walked back over to the chair in the corner and sat down.

"Sleep, Bella, it is late."

I closed my eyes...and drifted off to my dreams - dreams of my Jake.

So we have the return of Edward Cullen. So what do you think does the song fit Edward? I couldn't stop listening to it as I wrote this chapter.

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