ELEVEN

I'd never drank much during my rebellious phase, and when I did I made sure to stay away from the strong stuff. The only things I drank where alcho pops. Shutting my eyes I took a large gulp from the glass.

Hopeing I drank most of it, I tried to breathe away the burning taste that burned my throat. Falling miserably.

"Come, sit here" Taking a look at him, he was now seated on the bed. With a pillow and headboard keeping him up.

Climbing over I sat beside him. Not daring to look at him until he spoke, or asked me too.

I slowly raised my lips to the glass every few minutes, draining mouthfuls until at last the glass was empty, leaving me warm and a bit fuzzy.

My cheeks flushed the usual shade between pink and red, as I hung my eyes to watch the glass. Moving it slightly beneath the light that was filling up the room. The crystal glass glinted colours that just appeared to contain happiness. Reds, blues, greens and yellows shone all in different hues.

I felt lost in the colours till they disappeared. Replaced by more liquid. My eyes turned to his unsure. What was happening. I wanted to scream the house down yesterday because he ignored me. And now he was acting as if we where friends. Drinking together.

Maybe his plan was to make me go insane. That'd get him off any kidnapping charges if he ever wanted to let me go. I huffed at that and took a mouthful of the whisky. The sensations it was giving off where weird.

I didn't't feel as scared around him. It just felt, confusing. Neither of us spoke a word. As if just bathing in each others company. And in that moment. The silence didn't't bother me, I never urged for him to speak, let alone do anything. Anything but what he was doing now.

The birds outside sang as I leaned back into the bed, finally feeling confident enough to get comfortable. By know I'd had about 3 half glasses full of whisky. And by now what had happened between us didn't't exist. We where just two people. Looking at him, I readied myself to speak, opening my mouth and shutting it just as fast.

All she could see was a God, there was a god beside her. She never noticed how many shades where in his hair before. How green his eyes where and perfect the rest of him was.

Then she thought of herself. Nothing special.

Staring at her quilt, she licked her lips and began to speak.

"What happened" her voice was loud so that he couldn't ignore it.

Several minutes later his head turned softly towards her, his eyes soft. His lips didn't move. He wasn't smiling or frowning. There was no emotion on his face.

"They did, they're coming. We're fucked" his eyes looked scared as he spoke. Frightened of whatever he was talking about.

His words installed fear into me. Who was he talking about, and what was he talking us "we're" no. Whatever happens is because of him. I've done nothing wrong. He took me, I had no part in any of whatever was happening.

"what do you mean, I've done nothing, what's going to happen" I pleaded, shaking my head trying to get round what he said, what he meant.

Slowly he licked his lips and after taking another swig out of his glass replied.

"Do you really think they care about that, there's nothing we can do, if they're unhappy then we suffer. It' as simple as that" he chuckled lightly at his last five words, hiding behind the laugh a drop of fear.

If Edward was afraid. Then I should be petrified. But right now, I had no feelings. Draining the rest of my glass in one swift move, I lightly tugged the bottle from his hand took a swig and placed the cup on side table.

What do I do, accept that. Accept the confusing things he was telling me. He didn't even say who was coming. But for some reason I didn't think it was the police, let alone anyone who was going to help me.

Maybe it was some kind of supervisor. I laughed at myself. People like him don't have bosses. They choose to do things like this because there really damaged. He just needs help, that's all. I kept drinking till I fell asleep.

Even though the words fell around me in my subconscious the question still arose. What if. What if there's someone bigger then Edward coming. What if my last memories would be of this place, and of him. But isn't this what I wanted. I thought I wanted to die, now im not so sure.

My eyes fluttered open as I felt something warm on my neck. Like hot air. Turning around gently I felt shock set in. Edward was laying beside me. Looking down I saw his hand wrapped around my waist. I looked around the room hopeing for something to give me an idea of what the hell to do.

His face moved so I laid back down. Wishfully thinking I could pretend I was asleep. No luck there as I felt his body shift closer to me as his arm pulled me to his chest. Turning me around, I'd never been this close to anyone else but him before.

He was warm, and this was the warmest I'd been in ages. I watched his face as it showed a perfect picture of sleep. Something yearned in me to touch him. To trace his lips with my skin, to see how soft his skin was.

As his head rested on top of mine I laid my head in the crook of his neck, just resting until sleep once again collected me.

Finally waking up once again the noon sun shown through the window. Yawning I stretched. The door was still open yet I was alone once again.

I tried to curve my brain around whatever was happening. Always coming to the same conclusion. There was no way out of this. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. It wouldn't wait for me. I had to be ready now, or I'd be like this all my life.

Or I'd die like this. And right there. I made a pact with myself. I was going to do whatever it takes to get out of here. And when I did. I was going to go somewhere that no one knew me. Some place that I could be someone else.

My eye's glance over the room looking for something I needed. With no such luck I hopped of the bed and sauntered over to the door. Halting before It without realising. Oh c'mon Bella, giving up so soon?

Shaking my head as a gesture to the voice in my head I put one foot through the door and dragged the other over it.

It took a few minutes but I finally found a bathroom, pride floated through me when I found a mirror. Standing before it I squared myself up to my own refection.

Smoothing my hair down I ran my eyes over the mirror. Over myself.

This was it, I whispered out loud to myself. Taking a deep breath. I held and released it. Releasing along with it the old me. And with another deep breath I took in my new self. The one that was going to be confident.

The Bella that knew what to do and how to do it. No more would I shed tears while pitying myself. I had to be strong. If there was any chance of me ever getting out of this alive. I'd have to be strong. Squaring myself up in the mirror. I looked straight ahead.

Knowing where I was going and what to do. Minutes later I found myself in front of Edward's room. The room that I was banished from ever going into. Raising my fist to the door I knocked. Once, Twice. Three times I knocked while never receiving and noise.

I knew he was inside the room. I could hear him breathe, hear him walk around and hear things move. Pushing the door open I walked in. Not giving myself any chance to back at. Running my eyes over the room my feet glued to the floor.

It was if I stepped into a another house. It was richly decorated. A hole wall was covered in c.d's. In front of them there was a top of the range c.d's player with surround systems on the roof. A king size bed was laid with a spread of silk. All brilliantly coloured greens and black.

It looked clean yet full of information, full of love and life. My eyes finally ran over Edward. Sitting at his desk swivelling his chair watching me.

"What" His harsh voice returned. Leaving behind the kind soft voice that for some reason, I yearned for.

Slamming the door behind me I walked over and sat next to him on the desk.

"I want you to tell me everything. Who's coming, why are they, and what the hell do I, even you have to do with this?" Determination echoed through my voice.

I watched his face for any sign of emotion. His lips curled and laughed at me. I didn't expect him to do anything. Except for maybe drag me around the house in chains. Maybe take me to a dungeon and ravish me while my screams ran through the house.

The image of me tied up, naked before him flashed before me. Heating me up, sending weird feelings in me, the source being in between my legs. I knew I must of blushed , I was so easily read. Shaking my head slightly I looked up at him once again.

Still smiling his lips parted. His tongue curved around his smooth lips and then he spoke. His voice taunting yet creating some urge in me.

"Okay then, sit" He pointed towards the bed and after he moved to one side I moved to the other. Not taking my eyes of. Just needing to know.

Biteing my lip I forced myself to listen to everything he was telling me.

"Volturi? Crime leaders? I questioned.

"What are they for exactly, what you do is illegal and wrong, how can they have laws for it, it's just, wrong"

Looking at me his face gained a look of sincerity and serious.

"I don't expect you to understand. The rules are there so we don't get too attached, we do our job and get paid. That's all there's supposed to be. Think of it as more of a business if it helps"

My mind felt dazed. Why exactly was he telling me this. Was I even prepared to know ? Surely there should be some law or rule that was against this.

"You said you get paid. I spoke slowly, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

"Who's paying you for, this" The words came out with a hint of disgust as I tried to keep my face neutral.

Hot tears threatened to unleash as I guessed silently who did. The one person in my life that I couldn't impress, the person I was never beautiful enough for. Never intelligent enough. The person that took away all of my belief in this world.

"You don't want to know" His voice whispered, loud yet rough. Chewing the inside of my cheek, I kept my eyes on the floor. Craving some deluded sense of stability.

"Tell me" something spoke, before I realised it was me. My voice was now cracked and emotionless.

I felt his stair grow over me as he took in the words. The truth was somewhere inside me, I didn't need to know. I already did. But my thoughts and opinions to be confirmed fact. Scared me. It shouldn't because I'd been used to it. But it felt like such a low blow. Even from her.

A/N: I'm really sorry about the late update. I've just been having a lot going on in my life at the moment and it's coming down on me like a ton of brick's. I'll be putting this story on hiatus just as a warning for the long updates, but I will be updating, I can't say when but I promise this story wont be abandoned.

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