CHAPTER7.

"Rose―" I start to say, but I'm cut off by a hand around my mouth.

In slow motion, I watch as Rose looks up at me―immediately her eyes are wide, and staring at the man who stands behind me holding my mouth with one hand, and the other he clutches tightly around my waist, so I don't run away. Slowly, she turns her head―and just as her mouth opens to scream, she's grabbed―just like I was; his hand is around her waist, so that she can't get away. And together, we kick and scream and claw at their hands and arms. Neither man seems affected as he laughs in my ear.

"Is this her?"

"Looks like her," says the man behind Rose. "And that―" he nods his head towards me, "is definitely the bitch from the bus."

Suddenly, for a brief second―the man behind me, lets go of my mouth―I'm kicking more furiously now, I'm screaming louder, screaming for Edward, for anybody. I'm clawing at his arm until my fingernails are bleeding and on fire with pain. Tightening his grip around my waist, I notice him pull a small black device from his back pocket, "We got them, James and I are on our way now."

James―the man with the pony tail, from the bus, his name is James.

Shoving the walkie-talkie back in his pocket, he clamps his hand back around my mouth. Beside me, Rosalie is really putting up a fight, James almost looks as if he can't handle her.

For the first time since being caught―captured, I notice the blue pickup truck sitting between two trees, a little further in the woods. The man behind me, lifts me up from the ground―like I am some sort of child, and proceeds to drag me towards the truck.

We're at the truck now, and James is the first one to climb onto the bed―he lifts Rosalie from her shoulders and roughly flings her onto the truck; he sits on the axle with her between his legs.

"You seem like the more reasonable one," the man whispers in my ear.

Next, I am thrown onto the bed of the truck, but the man―he is gone, disappearing out of sight. Hitting me head on the mental frame, I am feeling dizzy and slightly disoriented―stumbling my way to my hands and knees, I try to make a run for it.

And then Rosalie screams.

James holds his knife to her throat―my eyes focus in on how the knife pinches her skin, he's actually applying pressure.

Tears are streaming from Rosalie's eyes.

"Make a move," he kisses her cheek, "―and you know what happens."

Nodding, I clench my eyes close and bury myself in the corner of the bed.

Rosalie cries, and my eyes open. "It'll be okay," I tell her, though I'm not so sure.

James just laughs.

Soon, the front door opens and closes, and the truck seems to move under the mans weight as he hops into the front seat; the truck comes to live, revving and purring under me. Curling into the corner of the truck, as we pull away―my eyes focus in on the cabin.

Why haven't they got out yet?

That's when I notice that the cabin door is shut; a plank of wood is boarded up against it. Looking closer, I see a pad lock. A huge fucking pad lock, clasped between the door and the mental frame.

Clenching my eyes shut, the truck revs―the tires spin, and mud flies out from underneath them.

Rosalie screams Emmett's name as the cabin disappears behind us.


We haven't been driving for long―ten minutes tops, and another cabin comes into view. It's a lot bigger then the other one, it's almost as big as a small house, and it's made the same too―with the seemingly brittle, shack-like wood. It's windows also look the same―the fogged out, dirty glass, except the windows are boarded up.

We pull up towards a shiny black car with all it's windows tinted out.

"―where the hell are we?"

James throws his head back in laughter, ignoring my question.

When the cab door slams shut, I automatically freeze.

Suddenly fingers are ripping through my hair, and I am howling out in pain. My hands dig into his, gripping them―desperately trying to get them out of my hair. Literally, I am feeling every single hair being ripped out, and I am crying out in agony―the pain that rips through my head is unbearable.

He drags me to the end of the truck bed, before throwing me over his shoulder; I kick and punch, and hit him with everything that I have, but he doesn't seem affected.

Rosalie is behind me, getting the same torture.

James is laughing at her.

Entering the cabin, I'm hit with a warm blast of air.

Though, I'm not really paying much attention to the house at this point, I do notice a couple things; the cabin is fairly large, and when we first walk in, it's sort of some living room or den, type of thing. He proceeds to drag us down a long hallway, opening a door to an empty room―an empty room except for two chairs, sitting in the middle, side by side.

He ties both of my feet to the two front legs of the chairs, while my hands are tied tightly behind me.

"―easy," Rosalie grumbles from the chair beside me.

James just laughs, and pulls it tighter, causing her to cry out in pain.

"―suck it up, princess," he laughs into her ear.

"Where are we?" I ask.

No answer.

"What do you want?"

No answer.

"Who are you?"

No answer.

Rosalie sighs. "Just give it up," her head falls, "they aren't going to tell us anything."

Both of the men laugh.

"The guest of the evening, Victoria―" James says, "will be here in a couple minutes. Sit tight," he winks before both men disappear behind the door, shutting it closed behind them.

Rose pulls on the rope, "where the hell are we?"

Pulling on my rope, and looking around the room at the same time, I grumble "who the hell is Victoria?"

Moments later, a tall, curly hair, red-head enters the room.

"Victoria," I whisper.

She laughs, showing her perfect, straight, white teeth. "Correct child," she says, tapping her chin. "―was that Demetri or James who shared that piece of information with you?"

"What the hell do you want?" Rose asks, clenching her teeth as she pulls on the rope.

Looking between Rose and Victoria, I ask "where are we?"

Victoria laughs, "so many questions," she says, rubbing her temples. "My head hurts."

Pulling tightly on the rope, I almost stumble out of my chair.

"―for fuck sakes," she rolls her eyes. "I'll answer your silly humane questions, little girl," she sticks out her thumb, and pretends to think. "―first, you're in the middle of the woods."

Vague; I inwardly roll my eyes.

She holds out her index finger, "and the only thing I want with you two for," she licks her lips. "―is revenge."

"Revenge?" I deadpan.

Victoria rolls her eyes, "please don't tell me that I need to explain what revenge it," she trails off. "James didn't tell me how stupid you―"

"I'm not a fucking idiot." I say through clenched teeth, "why do you need us for revenge? What do we have to do with anything?"

Victoria laughs, "quite a lot, my dear."

"My dads a fucking cop," I seethe. "―he'll find you!"

Victoria throws her head back in laughter.

"―feisty," she murmurs, licking her lips as she walks over to me, getting in my face, and pulling my hair back so that our faces are inches apart. "If you know whats good for you, little girl, you will refrain from speaking to me like that."

I swallow hard.

Grinning, she pats my cheek and steps away.

"What were you saying about your father? Hm," she pretends to think, while tapping her cheek. "―uh, yes." she sighs, "he will find me." Rolling her eyes, she says "honey, the only reason we're here is because of your father."

"―excuse me?"

"Any of this ringing a bell?" She smirks, and nods her head in Rosalie's direction, "yours too, my dear."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Rosalie questions.

"Hm," she sighs. "It was about a year ago―I'm sure you remember."

"―tell us."

"I believe there was a drug bust," she says mockingly. "Aro―I believe his name was. You're father was the one who busted him."

"Aro?" I raise a brow, and tilt my head in confusion, "the famous drug guy?"

Victoria clucks her tongue, "my father―yes."

"So," I say, biting my lip. "You want revenge on my father because he arrested your father, who happened to be a drug dealer?" Licking my lips, and raising a brow, I say, "―you know he killed like, a lot of people right?"

Victoria laughs humorlessly, "I'm well aware, ugly duckling. But that isn't quite it."

Suddenly Rosalie gasps, "oh my god."

"What is it?" I ask her.

Victoria laughs, "you remember, don't you child?"

Raising a brow, "do you know?"

She ignores me, biting her lip, and looking down at her lap.

A loud crash comes from somewhere outside, causing all of our eyes to shift to the door―mine don't though, mine stay on Rosalie.

What does she know?

"God," Victoria mutters, annoyed. "Those idiots can't do anything right."

Disappearing behind the door, she leaves the room.

"―whats going on?" I waste no time. "Who is she? What does she want?"

She ignores me, not saying anything.

I'm about to interrogate her again, and demand answers out of her when the window behind us starts to vibrate as the wall shakes.

"―what the?"

Looking out the window―I can't see anything except trees and darkness, but the wall shakes and the window seems as if it's going to collapse. Suddenly, I notice a mop of auburn hair walk past the window.

"It's Edward."

"―close your eyes." I hear faintly from the other side of the wall.

Knowing what Edward was planning on doing, I do as he says―I close my eyes and wait in anticipation.

Suddenly, I hear something crash into the window―smashing and breaking the glass, it crashing onto the floor.

When I open my eyes, Edward is breaking the chipped glass off the sides of the window and windowsill with the plank that I'm assuming was boarded up over the window. He wraps the sleeve of his shirt around his hands and holds onto the windowsill, pulling himself up and over, until he is perched on the windowsill, sliding down the wall.

"―what the hell are you doing?" I whisper frantically, my head whipping from the door to the window.

"I told you," he says, breathless as he lands on the floor with a low thump. "I got you."

Running over to me, he starts untying my hands.

"Where's Emmett?" Asks Rose.

"Distracting them with everybody else." He murmurs, using his teeth to untie the rope around my wrists, "we don't got much time."

Now that my arms are free, I briefly stretch them, and rub my wrists while Edward starts working on my legs. I shake my head, "go help Rose."

"Right," he murmurs, locking eyes with me before going over and helping Rose.

"―how many people are out there?"

"Uh," he mutters, concentrating on untying Rose's legs now. "―4 or 5. And some girl."

."Victoria," I say.

"Be careful, it's kind of high," he says, distracted, walking over to the window, Rose in tow. "―who?"

He's helping Rose out the window now; she climbs over the windowsill and disappears behind the wall.

Finally untying the last knot around my leg, I say "I'll tell you about it later."

"Okay," he says, holding out his hand, "hurry!"

"I, uh," I hesitate, at the window. "―you go first."

"Not a chance," he says, clasping his hands together.

"Uh," I murmur, putting my foot in his hand, and holding onto the windowsill. Climbing over the side, I land on the ground with a low thump. Quickly looking around, I don't see Rose in sight.

"Rose!" I half scream―half whisper. Turning back to the window, Edward uses all his upper body strength to get over the wall; grabbing onto his shirt sleeve, I try and help him over. Suddenly the door slams open, and Edward freezes. The man from before―Demetri, is standing in the doorway.

"―fuck."

Demetri is running towards Edward, grabbing and pulling at his feet. Edward holds onto the windowsill as if his life depended on it (in some ways, I'm sure it does), but he can't seem to find anywhere to put his hands, so that he would have the upper hand. Pulling and tugging on Edwards sleeve, I try desperately with all the strength I have to help him over the wall, but it doesn't seem to be working. At this point, I'm crying―Edwards crying.

Edward kicks at Demetri, but it isn't working.

Reaching out, Demetri grabs the back of Edwards hood, pulling on it―choking him.

Edwards face is turning ghost white, but he still fights, even if he can't breath.

"Edward," I'm crying hysterically now.

"Run," he whispers so low, I almost can't hear him.

"I'm not leaving you," I say.

"Run," he says again.

"No," I argue, still pulling on his sleeve.

Edwards hand is digging into the excess glass on the windowsill.

Blood seeps through his fingers.

"I'll―" he says in between breaths, choking and coughing. "―be fine."

Suddenly, Edward is gone.

He let go of the windowsill.

He disappears behind the wall.

I can't see him anymore.

Falling onto the ground, I clutch the wet ground in my bare hands.

Digging into the dirt, and ripping up grass, I cry harder then I've ever cried before.

I can't breath.

Screaming so loud, and harsh―it comes out sounded more mangled and rough then anything.

I can't lose him again.

I can't lose him forever.


If you want to get out alive
Hold on run for your life.


A/N: Yay! Finally caught up with Songs!

This is the longest chapter, btw.

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