Hey Ladies And Gentlemen, I'm sorry I haven't been writing. There is only so much a girl my age can do when GCSE's are cropping up. It sucks but here we go. I hope this chapter is up to your standards. I know I've been lacking in the publishing part. This chapter is from Bellas Point Of View.
Many of you are probably wondering why it is taking so long to do something about Randal. Well the last 2 chapters were only set as one day. So this chapter you may find out something interesting.
And the story continues...
Previously on Slave to Life
Once the shopkeeper left, I ran back upstairs finding some suitable footwear. I was going to the lake. What I would find, I did not know. Outside the street lamps were glowing bright and the moon hung in the sky. I was going to find Angela. With or without any help.
Baby, please don't cry! Can I sing us a sweet lullaby?
Bella Point Of View
"I'm going to find her!" I shrieked to Edward.
"NO YOU ARE NOT! THEY COULD KILL YOU!" He roared. I hadn't thought that Edward could get so angry. It wasn't exactly lady-like to scream at a gentleman. Then again, it wasn't very gentleman-like to scream at a lady. You're not a lady, young Isabella. I sighed. I wasn't going to win this battle. Edward had won this battle. I waited quietly for the strike to come. He looked as if he was going to hit me. Randal looked like that when he hit me. Men had no right to hit a woman in my mind. Women deserved a chance. A chance to grow but no, women were not allowed freedom. They were used as 'baby-makers' and nothing more.
"I want to find her. Please, sir. Please help me find her. She is like my sister," I pleaded holding my hands in a praying position. Before bed, every night when we were young, the children and I would sit underneath the stars and pray that someone would save us. They prayed to a God. I prayed to my parents and Emmett. However that was my family –the children- they were my own in some ways. Little Angela. The angel of them all.
"FINE!" He screamed. "But you are to stay here. You are NOT to leave this room without being accompanied. Do I make myself clear?" He questioned. I nodded backing down. I hadn't ever been scared of Edward. This was the first time. The first time he'd ever shouted at me. The tears fell down my face and I used the sleeve of my dress to wipe them away.
"Isabella, I don't want you to get hurt. You are going to be my wife and I think that I don't want someone that I have let my heart love go" He admitted before kissing my hand that brushed away the tears. He left the room leaving me alone in the room as the fire flickered and the grandfather clock chimed.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 30 minutes had passed.
"Rosalie, is there any word of what is happening?" I asked quietly. She shook her head leaving to make some tea. I watched as she turned the corner before making my escape. I ran across the hallway ditching the heels that were on my feet. Knowing that I would have to run made me feel freer. Opening the door quietly I escaped from the house into the darkness.
As I held my dress up I heard various sounds as I ran to the lake of my childhood. Randal and Mary would bring us to this lake when we were younger. I was only seven at the time. Eric was only a baby. A baby that a mother had left to Mary to care for –an orphan. Emmett and I would sit by the rocks and splash our feet in the water before we were forced to fill buckets with water to boil. We would bathe in the lake. It wasn't clean but it was a bath. When the summer heat rolled in, it was all we had. Rainfall didn't come as often as it did now.
I heard a twig snap behind me. Then a hand flew over my mouth. I began to kick and punch before the voice whispered in my ear.
"Emmett and Edward are not going to be happy when they see you here," Jasper whispered. I stopped attacking him. He put me back onto the floor.
"Screw those two. My sister is in trouble," I hushed back. Jasper shook his head brushing away the soft blond curls. I looked towards the lake. Three figures approached. One of them carried a small bundle. The size of a child – Angela. I didn't recognise the third character. Only the first two – Randal and Mary. Jasper and I crept closer towards the other bushes then the third one spoke.
"James, we cannot just drown her here, the police will know if she is left alive in there," He said pulling a tin out possibly filled with tobacco. Was Randal, James? "Victoria, why did you insist on doing this here" Mary was Victoria? She flicked her fire-red hair and laughed. She had planned this.
"Laurent, when will you learn? This young one must die. How else would we draw out the Cullens and Isabella?" James smirked. "You don't mess with us"
"I'm leaving..." Laurent muttered before taking exit away from the lake. Away from the town that was close by. To the nothing?
"Chicken shit! Victoria go after him!" James laughed. After Victoria had left, he brought Angela out of the bag. She was bound and gagged, so she couldn't speak or escape. Or better yet – swim. "I never got to play with this one. Maybe if I had kept Isabella a bit longer I would have been able to fuck her tight pussy before I had yours," He sighed as he brought his hand up to her face then grasping hold of her jet black hair. "No don't you dare scream or I will cut you up!" James swore.
"Oh I hope I can get a fill of you before I have to kill you," He reached under her dress, not caring about her whimpering face. Tears stained her cheeks as he shoved his hands further up.
"THAT'S IT!" Jasper growled before leaping up. I tried stopping him but he didn't budge. He brought out a gun ready to shoot James. Before he pulled the trigger, another person had yanked James away from a sobbing Angela and started laying into him. Emmett?
"Bella, what the hell are you doing here?" Another voice asked. No...the person was talking was Emmett so who was that punching James? Edward?
"I'm so sorry Emmett, I had to find her I just had to" I cried into his shoulder. I heard whimpers and screams of agony.
"JASPER! MY GUN!" Edward screamed, his emerald eyes turning black as he looked at Jasper. He wanted to kill him. I closed my eyes as Jasper ran over and gave Edward the pistol. The next thing I heard was a gun-shot and a scream.
"NO! JAMES!" Victoria screamed then instead of walking to James – she ran. She didn't want to be caught. Not ever and not now. James was just a pawn in her game.
"EMMETT! FELIX" Edward screamed. Felix? "Take care of it, while I take Angela and Isabella to the house with Jasper" Angela! My baby girl! Was she alive?
"Angela!"I cried. I removed the bounds and gag. She smiled up at me then winced.
"Izzy...please help me," She sobbed before plummeting into the black. Her cheeks were cold and blood ran down her arms. She had lost quite a bit of blood. I had Edward lay her down and tore off a bit of my dress. Alice would not be pleased with me. I wrapped her wrists with the dress and held the wounds tight. After the wound ceased to bleed anymore, all we could do was wait. After entering the house and laying her on a fresh bed - all we could all do was wait. Carlisle changed her make shift bandages and cleaned her up with Esme. I hated waiting and the slow ticks of the grandfather clock was all I had to keep me sane.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time. Time did not do anyone justice. It never did. Whether or not Angela would survive – I had to have faith. Angela should survive through this. She had to. She just had to. Her cries for help meant everything to me and I couldn't have done anything more than pray.
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