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Grabbing both of my hands he splayed them on the truck window in front of me as he wedged his leg between mine pinning me to the truck.
"Sorry Isabella," he spoke into my ear, "but I'm not taking any chances this time."
He pulled my hands one at a time back and behind resting them against my lower back as he pulled a plastic zip tie tightly against my wrists leaving me defenseless. I pulled in deep breaths feeling myself hyperventilate. I didn't want to die. He knew my real name. He said it. Isabella. He must be helping Phil.
"Please," I gasped, "I don't want to die." I felt the tears run down my cheeks as I closed my eyes trying to block out the vision of my mothers death.
"Come on." He said, pulling me with him as I stumbled to keep up.
We walked to his car just around the corner, blocked from view by a cement pillar. With his hands wrapped around my bound ones I was practically laying on his shoulder as his legs forced mine forward step by step. The Volvo chirped as we neared the passenger door, and he hesitated for a moment, before opening the door to the backseat and forcing me inside. His hand rested on the top of my head as he forced me to bend forward so I didn't hit my head on the top of the door frame. He sat me back and again hesitated before pulling the seatbelt across my chest and buckling it at my side. Closing the door he then rounded the front of the car keeping his eyes locked on mine as he made his way to the driver seat. Once settled, he adjusted the rearview mirror so that our eyes met and he started the engine.
Spiraling back out of the parking garage we made our way back onto the main road. I kept track of each turn in my mind so I could return to my truck if the possibility of escape presented itself. I was doubtful of that, especially since my recall of the directions became too much to remember. It seemed as if Edward was purposefully driving up and down random side streets just to disorient me.
"You're a smart girl Isabella." Edward said, eyes meeting mine in the mirror as we made another right hand turn down a residential street. "Carlisle has taught you well."
I wave of panic hit me again as he mentioned my dads real name. His eyes narrowed slightly at my reaction as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking before he moved his attention away from me and back to the road ahead.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He said, letting out a deep breath. "Although, your little stunt earlier really fucking hurt." He lifted his hand off the steering wheel to touch his nose. Wincing he returned the hand back to the wheel as he made a right turn.
An incoming call came through the car speakers. Edward pressed a button on the steering wheel and answered "Cullen".
"Did you locate the girl?" A deep voice echoed throughout the car. It wasn't a voice I recognized. If definitely wasn't Phil – I could spot his voice in crowd.
"Yes sir." Edward said, eyes meeting mine yet again.
"Is she safe?" The voice asked, taking me by surprise.
"Affirmative." Edward said.
"Good. Don't let it happen again." With that the call was disconnected.
Reaching the end of yet another residential street, Edward made a left turn and I noticed we were back on to the main street again. Confused, I looked out the window as we approached Newton's Outdoor Gear. Edward pulled back into the parking garage and spiraled back up to the third level. I was completely confused. Was he bringing me back?
He pulled up behind my truck and put the Volvo into park before turning in his seat to face me.
"Listen Isabella, it's in your best interest to forget what you saw today. That was a minor slip up, that won't happen again. I need you to clear things up with Carlisle. Lie to him, tell him that nothing is wrong, and go about your normal routine as if nothing occurred today." He said.
"But…I don't understand…" I stammered.
"It's best if you don't right now." He said. "I'm going to put some trust in you Isabella, and in return, I'm going to need you to put some into me. Today never happened." He leveled me with his stare and I found myself nodding in return.
"Say it." he ordered.
"To...today never happened." I stuttered.
"Do you trust me Isabella?" He asked.
"I don't know." I said honestly.
"I guess I can't expect more right now. But I need you to understand that it is vital that you forget today and go about your normal routine. You need to stay in Forks." He held my gaze for another moment before getting out the car and coming around to my door. Opening it he reached across undoing the seatbelt and helped me out of the car. As I stood I saw a gun holstered on his hip concealed by his black leather jacket. The neck of his t-shirt was wet with the blood that ran from his nose earlier.
Once on my feet he turned me around pressing me against the side of the car and pulled my wrists back slightly. I felt a sharp pinch on my right forearm causing me to yelp aloud.
"I thought you said you wouldn't hurt me." I mumbled.
I felt the plastic zip ties loosen as he cut them allowing my arms to swing freely.
"Get home safe Isabella." He said quietly. "Remember, I'm trusting you. Please don't make me regret it." I felt him slip the key to my truck into my front pocket and he squeezed my shoulder as he slipped what felt like my cell phone into my back pocket before stepping away and going back to the driver's side.
I stepped back rubbing the sore spot on my forearm and using my foot, I pushed the back door closed. He drove off around the cement pillar and the brake lights slowly faded in the distance.
Looking over both shoulders I quickly made my way over to my truck. I unlocked it and pulled the door shut as I slid into my seat. Pressing down the lock button I breathed a sigh of relief, finding some safety in the quiet of the cab of my truck. I pushed back the sleeve of my shirt to the sore spot on my forearm. There was a pinprick size dot of blood and as I wiped over it I felt a small bump in my skin. Shuddering slightly I pulled the sleeve of my shirt back down, and leaned forward to retrieve my cell from my back pocket. I opened up my messages and saw two new ones from 'Charlie'…
Received at 2:58pm "SOS?"
Received at 3:05pm "update now."
There were also a dozen missed calls from him. I pulled up a new message and quickly wrote out 'sorry, no SOS, all is good. I misplaced my cell. I have it now and will explain later.'
I started the truck and headed back home trying to think of how I was going to be able to explain today to my dad.
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