Disclaimer: I own nothing of Twilight. The honor is not mine.

A/N: Hectic this week. My alarm to put this up yesterday failed since I'm hitting an early version of what everyone calls a midlife crisis, haha. Sorry, for getting to you guys all late. But hey, better late than never. Enjoy the chap :)

Chapter Song:

Almost Lover - Fine Frenzy

I never want to see you unhappy

I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye my almost lover

Goodbye my hopeless dream

I'm trying not to think about you

Can't you just let me be?

So long my luckless romance

My back is turned on you

Should've known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do

Chapter 10:

I slept comfortably in Edward's arms. It had been close to three months since last seeing Jacob at that Cafe and my makeup sex with Edward. Anthony and William were a little over six months old now and were crawling all over the place. Seeing them grow was hard for me to accept when I realized that they wouldn't always be as small as when they were first put into my arms.

Edward had been trying to make up for the argument we'd had even though I'd already forgiven him. I wasn't going to hold it against him, I couldn't. I knew it wasn't right for him to hit me and I wasn't going to excuse him for it but I didn't want to linger on it either. It wasn't worth it. I knew that Edward would risk his life for the safety of me and our boys and he would never intentionally hurt us. He was a loving father and a bit of an asshole at times but he was my husband and the love that I felt for him wasn't going to change. My views on the incident didn't stop him from trying to kiss up to me. I was a crying mess between his thoughtful gifts- a daisy tied to my pinky when I woke up because I'd told him I loved seeing them; a blue pair of gloves because I told him I loved the color- and the realization that I couldn't keep my babies from growing up. And they were growing fast.

It had been a bit hard and emotional for me when they were finally ready to switch from eating my breast milk to eating fruits and vegetables. Edward had comforted me and had stopped my insecurities and fears then and there, telling me that my boys would always need me and love me. True to his word, the twins demanded my attention as much as they could.

And thinking of attention, I could hear one of the twins whimpering in the nursery.

"I've got it, love. You go back to sleep," Edward whispered, kissing my forehead and sparing me the hour long cooing that I would have to spend in the nursery.

"You know I love you, right?" I mumbled as I buried myself further in the comforter. He chuckled.

"Yes. And I love you as well," he smiled at me before leaving the room to head towards the nursery. I closed my eyes, letting myself begin to fall asleep but was startled to have a hand clamp down on my mouth suddenly.

My eyes snapped open in fear and then I was suddenly being gagged and thrown up into the air. The large man hoisted me over his shoulder, letting me watch as he left a piece of paper on my pillow before carrying me out the window and down the balcony of my bedroom.

I cried silently, trying to struggle against my captor. Trying to shout out for help. Trying to call Edward.

But it was all futile. And soon enough I was shoved into the backseat of a car. The car's engine started and I began to cry in earnest as I realized that this was really happening. It wasn't a nightmare. I was really being kidnapped away from my house and life.

I was being taken away from Edward and my babies. And with the shock of the sudden turn of events in my nightly routine, I fainted in the backseat of an unknown car of my kidnapper.

{-_-}

I woke up tied down to a wall by my wrists. My pajamas, which consisted of a tanktop and some sweat pants, were dirty and I was trapped in darkness, not sure if there was anyone in the darkness with me or what was there with me.

"Good morning my little Izzy."

I froze at the sound of his voice, looking around frantically in the darkness. A light came on from the ceiling and I closed my eyes as it blinded me.

I gasped when my chin was grabbed roughly so that my face was angled towards the light.

"Let her go, James. This wasn't part of the plan." Jake's voice startled me.

"Jake?" I croaked, cautiously opening my eyes.

"Well, there's been a change in plans," James snapped and without warning, a gunshot resounded in the room. "Isabella is mine. And only mine."

I cried silently as his gaze then turned to me and winced as he pressed the end of the gun against my cheek, burning it in the process. I cried out in pain and he smiled maliciously down at me.

"You ran away from me, Izzy. Why would you do that?" he asked me, breathing heavily. "Why would you do that?!" he shouted at me furiously. "You hurt me, Izzy. Why do you hurt me?"

I cried as he tightened my binds, pulling me out of the dark room and into another one. I shook my head, pleading quietly for him to stop. To not do this.

In the center of the room was a large bed. I remembered those days regrettably. The days when he'd tie me down and rape me while beating my body for his own pleasure. He'd killed my first child like that. He'd made me miscarry before he'd had enough and had shoved me down the stairs, leaving me at the bottom to bleed to death.

"I thought you'd missed me, Bella." He whispered roughly, shoving me down on the bed and jumping on top of me before I could try to escape. I cried, sobbing openly as his hand snaked under my shirt and groped me roughly.

"Didn't you miss me?" he crooned before slapping me across the face, demanding that I stop crying. "I missed you..."

I cried as he swiftly pulled my sweat pants down to my knees before roughly shoving himself inside of me, pumping in an out of me at an uneven pace.

"Kiss me, Izzy." He whispered, holding the gun threateningly to my temple. I whimpered as I pushed myself up as best I could and pressed my lips to his. He pushed me away, gasping above me as he tried to reach his release.

"Fucking bitch," he snarled at me and slammed the gun against the side of my head, sending a blinding pain through my skull. I groaned crying out in pain as black spots began to appear in my vision. I didn't even fight the darkness that consumed my world. It was my only way out of my twisted reality.

A/N: Drop your opinion in the box, kids :) And I will see you next week

- Eli