I just realized that I haven't put a song in my story for two chapters straight. So, I finally remembered to fit a song in. Please and thank you (please review, and thank you if you've done so)!

Chapter 12: Broken Hearts

BPOV

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing. I laid in bed, waiting for whoever the bitch or bastard was to go away, but they continued to press the doorbell for another five minutes. Alice, who slept at her own apartment for the first time in ten days, finally got tired of it, and jerked open the door with a "Do you know what time it is, dickheads?!" I waited for the onslaught of verbal abuse to follow, but it was strangely quiet. I became incredibly worried, wondering if they'd kidnapped Alice or something. I threw on random garments until I was covered from head to toe, and walked into the entryway.

Two hands covered my mouth and another covered my eyes. I struggled, all the while thinking that I was going to be one of those pictures on the milk carton, along with Alice, with the words "Have you seen these girls?" printed underneath. Oh my gosh, Edward would probably freak and call the National Guard or something!! First blackmail, and now this?! Would my life ever go back to normal?!

I was thrown onto something soft, and a door slammed on my feet. Almost immediately, we started moving. The ride was completely silent, and suddenly, the car slammed on its breaks. Hands simultaneously opened the door and hauled me into a standing position. I was dragged across a floor, up an incredibly large amount of stairs, then pushed into a chair. The blindfold and gag were removed, and I screamed the instant they were off.

"Screaming won't do you much good here."

Aro. Of course. The snarky bastard really just didn't get a hint.

I was about to show him exactly what I thought about him when I realized that I was tied down to the chair. So I opted for words instead.

"You pathetic son of a-"

"I suppose you're wondering why you're here, even after you so clearly stated that you do not want anything to do with us." He smirked as I shut up long enough to listen. He continued.

"Unfortunately, against your will, you have been signed over to us. And based on this contract right here," he waved a piece of paper, "you belong to us for at least thirty years, whether or not you are producing music." His smirk grew more pronounced.

I rolled my eyes.

"And exactly how can you make me work for you without my consent?"

"Why, we only have to have either your signature, or your producer's. Basically, Edward Cullen's signature." He flipped me the piece of paper, and I examined it like my eyes were magnifying glasses. Right at the bottom, in large curvy letters, was Edward's name. It looked like it was mocking me, just sitting there, so perfect even as it did evil. I felt my body grow numb, as I remembered words from long ago that seemed to prophesize this day.

"He's always had a bit of a long history with women. He always has someone who's beautiful, smart and famous..."

Even though he'd asked me to marry him, he'd signed me over to another company. Even though he loved me, he'd given me away, without even talking to me.

Even though he says he loves, I couldn't help but wonder if that was a lie.

I vaguely heard Aro say, "Oh, and my first rule as your new employer, don't ever speak to Edward Cullen. Or, we'll make your parents'," My head snapped at those words, "relationship and past relationship common knowledge to the public. It'll ruin you." He added. I was completely trapped.

Later, I got in my car and drove. I couldn't remember where I went, I was so numb. All I know is that I crossed an intersection without looking. Then several things happened. First the blaring horn, then the cold harsh lights, then the feel of the metal tearing through my skin like paper. I didn't even respond when the rescue team started to pull apart my car, because there was only one person I wanted to see.

Edward, where are you?

EPOV

I laid in bed all day, never gathering the courage to call her. My angel, my loving Bella.

The person I had stabbed in the back.

Not only did I know her deepest, probably darkest, secret, I also had left her. Left her to defend myself against those putrid sharks, those blood-sucking vampires that disguised themselves as humans. I couldn't even move, I was so angry at myself. Nobody, not even Bella, could loathe me more than myself right now. Her face appeared in my mind, against my will. Bella's eyes were closed, but when she opened them, they were filled with tears. She whispered two words with so much pain laced through them it broke my heart.

Edward, why?

I was so shocked, so pained by that image, that it motivated me to get into my car and drive to her apartment. After ringing the doorbell, Alice came to the door, and three more words pierced my heart like a sharpened blade.

"Bella's been kidnapped."

I didn't even bother to ask who.

I arrived at the Volterra headquarters only ten minutes after I'd talked to Alice. I tried to get past the security, but they wouldn't let me. I slammed the door as I got back into my car. I couldn't think of any ideas of getting inside, so I turned on the radio. If commercials can inspire me to write songs, they sure as hell can inspire me to get inside a building. As I was listening, a traffic report caught my attention.

On West Atlantic street, near a major interstate highway, two cars collided when one crossed the street. The oncoming car has no injuries, but the other car has an almost fatality, a girl by the name of Bella Swan-"

Bella was in a car accident?! She was dying as we speak?!

I peeled out of the parking spot and slammed on the gas, rushing to the nearest hospital, conveniently, my dad's. In twenty minutes, I was outside her hospital room, waiting for the visitor, the nurse said only one patient at a time, she may have been stable, but she was just in an accident. I was so impatient, I cracked open the door. I recognized the visitor as Jacob, the bastard coffee server.

He sat with his hand cupped around one of hers, his head against their interlocked hands. He was whispering something, and finally, he spoke loud enough so I could hear it.

"Bells, Jingle Bells, remember when you fell off that tree and broke your arm? I was so worried I called 911. The paramedics thought it was so cute that I called them. They fixed your arm right up, remember? I think that was before your mom and dad started fighting. We always used to hang out…and eventually…I realized I loved you. As more than a friend. And it hurts," he stopped for a moment to control his sobbing, "it hurts to see you wrapped up in these bandages, not knowing if you'll open your eyes again, even if the nurses say you're stable. I know you would never do something as reckless as running a red light at an intersection. But that's what the cops and cameras said you did."

I froze, letting his words sink in. She ran a red light. Bella felt so betrayed that she ran a red light and got into a car accident. It's my fault.

My emotions washed over me in waves, first the guilt, then the resentment for hurting her, then the anger at Aro, for forcing me to this position, and then the mind-numbing pain from realizing that I DID THIS TO HER. I slowly sank to my knees and sat there.

I heard a grunt and vaguely realized that Bella must have woken up. I came back to reality long enough to hear what she said next.

BPOV

I was drifting in black, and endlessly zero gravity space devoid of life and consciousness. Eventually, though, voices, words washed over me, letting me piece together what had happened.

"She's in critical condition-"

"Should we bother taking her to the ER?"

"Keep the needle steady-"

"Bella, I love you…and as more than a friend."

The last one was familiar, very familiar, and I forced myself to wake up, to open my eyes and face reality once more. I felt feeling return to my face as I stared up at Jacob, who was still talking. I grunted to let him know that I was alive and well.

"Bella!" Tears shone in my friend's eyes. I felt incredibly guilty for being the one who put them there. "I'm so glad you're awake."

"Jacob…I love you too."

His eyes grew wide just as his mouth dropped.

"As more than a friend."

"Don't you love Edward?" He asked in shock.

I shook my head, then winced. He obviously didn't love me as much as I loved him, so I might as well make one person happy. Jacob was my best friend, and if I couldn't be happy, at least he could. "He was just one of those people, you know? Hanging out with him made me realize how much I miss you." I smiled weakly. "I love you, Jacob Black."

He kissed my head softly. "You don't know how happy this makes me, Isabella Swan. I promise to always take care of you." He practically glowed, his smile was so bright. "Now, get some sleep and heal up." He carefully tucked me in and said goodbye. I didn't hear him, because I had already drifted off to sleep to a song that matched this scene so perfectly, it was scary.

Despite the lies that you're making

Your love is mine for the taking

My love is just waiting

To turn your tears to roses

If you don't understand how the song fits, it's from Jacob's point of view. Jacob knows (or will know) that Bella's lying about not loving Edward, but he's going to take advantage of their quarrell and try to prove to Bella that he's the best man for her. Everybody good?