Bella POV

I sat alone, hugging my knees to my chest. James had left about an hour and a half ago, and for the first time ever, I wanted him to come back. I was so confused with my feelings and I hated it. I hated him for doing this to me. But I just wanted to see his face again. His beautiful face, with his rough stubble and piercing blue eyes…

No. I had to stop. I did not love James. I couldn't love James. I loved Edward. And i needed to keep my head together in order to get back to him. But what if I was stuck with James forever? Something told me I would be able to live with that. After all he was attractive. While he could be terrifying, maybe something from my running away changed him. After I woke up we just sat there for while not talking, but just sitting in each other's presence. And during that time, I honestly felt very relaxed. I could definitely come to terms with being with James forever. As much as I hated him and hated the thought, I did feel something for him. But then again, I felt a lot more for Edward. And a life with him would be so much more fulfilling. I had to fight back. I could not give in to James. I needed Edward. He is the man that is right for me. James is not.

"Claire!" I heard a voice yell as the front door slammed. I stayed where I was, and a minute later James burst into my room, throwing a bag at me. "Fill that with clothes. Right now. We need to leave."

"What? Why? Where are we going?" I questioned as I stood up and did as he said.

"Just do it dammit and go to the garage!" He said as he turned and ran from the room. He was really frantic. I wonder why. I, however, did as he said, grabbing anything and everything and stuffing it in the bag. When I finished I went to the garage as asked, and stood outside the car. After five minutes of waiting James ran in carrying three bags. He grabbed mine and threw then all in the passenger seat.

"Put this on." he said handing me a blindfold. "And get in the back and lay down. And stay there." I nodded and climbed into the car. After securing the blindfold, I laid down, just as he pulled out of the garage and began speeding down the road. Then, everything turned eerily silent. All I could hear was the purring of the car and my own heavy breathing.

"James?" I called out. He grunted in response, most likely a warning for me to shutup. Even though I was shaking in fear however, I continued. "James where are we going. And why?"

"We had to leave cause somehow they found out the area we were in. So we have to go somewhere else. Otherwise they will take you from me. Now quiet." He said. I obeyed, millions of thoughts running through me. Who was 'they'? Was it my dad? Was he searching for us with a group of other officers? Would they get to us in time before James whisked me away yet again? Excitement burned through my veins,and I couldn't help the genuine smile that lit up my face. This could be it. I could finally be going home. Although I had never been much of a religious person, I sent up a silent prayer. Please. Don't let him take me again. Just as the thought left my head, James took a sudden turn, pressing down on the gas pedal. I rolled off the seat and onto the floor of the car, hitting my head.

"Fuck!" James cursed. I grabbed the corner of my blindfold and lifted it slightly up, hoping to catch a glimpse of something. My eyes immediately fell onto the rearview mirror, where I saw flashed of red. Hope spread through me, and my smile grew bigger despite the pain in my head. "What the hell are you doing? I told you to keep your eyes covered dammit!" I looked up to see that James had caught me. I pulled the blindfold back down, just in time for the blow to the head. I don't know what hit me, it could have been James it could have been the door of the car since he had taken another rough turn. Whatever it was though knocked me into darkness. The last thought I had drifted away, a hope that maybe when I woke up I would no longer be with him…

Edward POV

The shrill ringing of the telephone brought us out of the quiet state we all sat in. I looked up as my mom ran to the phone, hoping for good news. Was this it? Would we have Bella back? Please let this be it. Please.

"Hello?" My mom's calm voice said. Then she listened. She nodded a few times until she finally spoke again. "Thanks Charlie." she said as she hung up the phone. She stood there facing the wall for a minute, and she finally turned around, her cheeks stained in tears. My mind immediately went to the worst scenario. Bella was gone forever. No. Please let that be wrong.

"Mom?" Alice asked. She, Emmett, and I stared as mom looked up at Renee.

"They found a car speeding and they began to chase it. He said everything was going so fast but the few quick glimpses they saw of the driver appeared to look like the kidnapper. He said that he kept looking into the backseat so they think he had Bella in there with him. They tried to shoot but they were fearful it wasn't him and they didn't want to be wrong. Plus what if Bella sat up and they hit her? They ended up chasing him for a few miles but then he took a few quick turns and lost them. They are still searching but they have no idea where he went." my mom finished. I looked over to Renee to see her nodding, tears slipping down her face as well now. My mom walked over to her and embraced her in a hug. Emmett then jumped up from his seat, and he began pacing. He kept flexing him muscles, and I knew he wanted to hit something in frustration. I looked away from him to Alice. She sat on the couch to my right, and at that moment I realized how tiny my twin was. Sitting there with tears falling she looked so fragile and heartbroken and it broke me even more. I stood and walked over to her, sitting next to her and pulling her into my arms, where she shook in tears. I just held her in return. I realized then that I couldn't cry anymore. I literally had nothing left. And that thought hurt.

"Well," Emmett said after a few tense moments of silence, "at least we're getting closer! We know more than ever. And they are so close to him maybe they'll find him!"

"Emmett stop." I said quietly. He looked over at me.

"No Edward. You stop." He stated. I looked up at him, astonished. "Yes this sucks. And it's been a long time and no it hasn't gotten any easier. And I don't think it ever will. But we have to stay positive. That's all that we can do right now. So I'm going to do it. You can go and mope some more in your room and not talk to anyone and I don't give a damn you can do whatever you want. But you need to realize that you aren't the only one who lost someone that they care about okay? So I'm not gonna stop. You need to stop. And if you don't then I don't think I can be around you anymore. Cause you're bringing the rest of us down." He said, staring me in the eye. I stared back at him, mouth open. Finally after a few minutes he groaned and stormed out of the room. I stared after him. Did that really happen? I needed to go talk to him. I unwrapped myself from Alice and stood up.

"Edward he didn't mean it!" Alice called after me. I ignored her and marched to Emmett's room. I didn't even bother knocking, and I just let myself in. He was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. When I entered he looked up and sighed.

"Edward I'm sorry I don't know why I said that.."

"No you're right." I said, my voice a whisper. "I'm not the same anymore. I never will be as long as she's gone." I pushed myself forward to sit on his bed.

"Ed, don't do this to yourself."

"Emmett I don't know what to do." I said, looking at him straight in the eye. He stared right back at me. "I know I'm different and I hate being this depressed all the time and I don't know what to do. I don't think there is anything I can do. I need her back. And the worst part is that it is all my fault. I should have gone into the store with her. I should have fought the guy harder. I should have let him kill me before taking her. It's just so unfair and she's hurting and she's gone and its all my fault and I don't know what to do about it and-"

"Okay Edward now you need to stop." Emmett interrupted. "It's not your fault so don't ever say that again."

"I mean I know it's not my fault really, but it feels that way. Like, imagine if it was you. If it was Rose. What would you do?" I asked. He sighed.

"I would probably be doing exactly what you're doing." He said. I nodded, and my eyes began to water with new tears. I wiped them away, embarrassed to by crying in front of my older brother.

"I need her." I whispered. And as hard as I tried, I couldn't stop it, and tears were running down my cheeks. I looked up again into his eyes before he grabbed me and pulled me toward him in a brotherly hug.

"I know. It will all be okay." He whispered as he held me.