Ok so my last chapter, turns out, was short than most of my chapters. So now I thought I would actually give you a long...ish chapter. Enjoy!

I do not own Twilight or New Moon. Stephenie Meyer does:)

Collision

It didn't take me long to realise I was tied to a chair; just a couple minutes of struggling to break free of the ropes that bound me to the blasted thing. I could feel deep bruises along my ribs from the rope rubbing and my wrists that were pulled behind me were stinging quite ferociously. I didn't bother with trying to call for help because

A: Nobody would hear me- except my kidnapper probably.

And B: I had a huge piece of cloth wrapped around my head and between my lips.

Calling for help was not an option.

I tried again to wriggle my wrists out of the rope that held them together but it was a useless attempt. All I managed was to make the stinging worse.

I shivered, realising how cold I was and how much my chest was hurting. I looked at my surroundings which were pretty much an empty, concrete room with a few leaks dripping down from the roof and a small light dangling just above my head providing the only light in the room. The light flickered.

A soft cough came from behind me. I froze and turned my head to the right, trying to see who was it that was behind me, though I was pretty sure I knew who it was.

"Isabella." The voice was deep, almost croaky. It was the kind of voice that sounded calming because of the mysteriousness it possessed. I knew that voice only too well and so my suspicions were proved right.

I heard footsteps approach me from behind. I struggled against the ropes once more.

"There's no point," He said quietly, calmly. "You'll only do yourself some damage."

I sat still, waiting. He walked in front of me and took off the cloth around me face.

"What do you want?" I said immediately. He shook his head and laughed, then took off his mask. His face shocked me. I had expected him to look sick and old, maybe a scar or two on his face. No, he was just…plain. He appeared to be around fifty and he looked as if he hadn't shaved in days. He had grey eyes, with just a small hint that in his more youthful days they had been a sky blue. His smile was a friendly one and if it weren't for the fact that he had me tied to a chair I would have thought he looked to be an overly nice guy; maybe a doctor or a retired soccer coach.

"I want to be remembered." He said with a smile and shrugged, lifting his hands up as he did so. I ignored that.

"Who are you?" I asked. I was pretty sure I had never seen this man in my life.

But he seemed to know me…

"I am Louie Boldaire."

I stared at him, totally at a loss. "And… am I supposed to know you? That name isn't ringing any bells."

He laughed and it echoed through the room. "I'm not surprised. We've never met face-to-face." He knew I was confused and he was purposefully leaving it to me to ask the questions.

I didn't miss that. "Face-to-face…?"

Again he laughed. "Yes. I've been following you, you know." He smiled, "And for quite some time now."

I shivered. That was just a little creepy. Then something hit me.

Why hadn't Edward noticed? Shouldn't he have heard his mind or something?

I wanted to ask but that could give everything away.

"How, when?" I questioned.

"Oh, I sent in a friend. Well, not really a friend. I paid him."

Oh. "Did he know why he was following me?"

"Of course he didn't! I'm not stupid. All he knew was your name and to take pictures of you when you were alone."

"When I was alone?"

"Yes. Didn't want to risk your boyfriend seeing him and spoiling everything now did I?"

This still didn't make any sense. Did he know what Edward was?

"What do you mean?"

He stared at me like I must be mentally challenged or something. Then he shook his head. "Isabella, he is with you twenty-four seven if you didn't notice. And he also seems to be overly protective of you," I snorted and he paused, glaring at me.

"We had time," He continued. "You still had a couple of weeks before the… illness spread through. Until then, you were to be watched as much as possible, which wasn't very often mind you."

"You," I whispered. "You did this to me!" I shouted then, furious, disgusted. Suddenly I found myself gasping in complete and utter agony.

"Hurts, doesn't it? You shouldn't shout. Only does you more damage." He walked forward, and bent down in front of my face. "Do you feel that? A burning in your chest like someone's just lit that part inside you on fire?"

I leant forward, my eyes at his level. Yes, I did feel it. My chest was throbbing painfully and I was still gasping for air, trying to put the fire out. I nodded.

"That, Isabella, is the illness eating away at your…well I'm not sure exactly, but whatever it is, it certainly couldn't be very good if it was being eating away now would it?"

I shook my head.

"So you're probably wondering why you're here… tied to this chair."

"Yes, actually," I said, trying to slide my hands out of the ropes slowly and not move around so much that he'd notice. I froze as he pulled something out from behind his back. It was a syringe, full of yellow icky stuff.

"What…?" I stuttered.

Louie held the syringe up to his face and rotated it, admiring it as if it were the most wonderful thing on the planet. He looked at me and smiled.

"I can make the pain go away." He said simply. I stared at him. Was that… Was that the cure?

"Yes." I sobbed in a whisper. "Please."

Anything to make the pain go away, to make me better again.

Louie smiled and walked forward. I gasped as he shoved the needle into my arm and injected it into me. Suddenly everything was hurting.

Burning.

I screamed out in pain and struggled with all my power to break away from the ropes. Suddenly I found myself free, and when I looked behind me I saw Louie standing behind my chair with a knife. He had cut the ropes. I stared at him and took one last look at the room before I turned away and limped towards the door. I caught him wave at me from the corner of my eye.

So much pain.

I walked as fast as I could to my truck and got in. It was unlocked and the key was still in. I quickly turned the engine on and back out of the alleyway. I knew it wasn't smart to drive in this condition but I had to get out of here. My vision was gradually getting more and more blurry by the minute.

It wasn't until I was out of Port Angeles that my head started to throb and my chest cramped up, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Suddenly everything went pitch black and it wasn't until I heard the honk of another car that I realised I had my eyes shut. I snapped my eyes open and fond myself blinded by two bright lights.

I was on the wrong side of the road!

Before I had the chance to react… we collided.

"Will you read to me?"

Edward walked over to me, slowly. He smiled gently. "What would you like me to read?"

I rolled over and pulled a book out from the drawer of my bedside table. I smiled and showed him the book, "Romeo and Juliet." As I handed him the book a small piece of paper slipped out and floated to the ground. Edward bent down and picked it up.

"Bella," He said as he read the writing sprawled elegantly across the piece of paper.

"I love you," I said quietly. He bent down and kissed my lips, whispering "I love you too," in my ear.

I groaned as I woke up. Where was I? I looked around me and noticed I was in my car… which was on its side. I tried to move but something stopped me. There was something sticking out of me. I looked down at my stomach and there it was; a piece of glass pierced through my stomach. Not quite on my stomach, just above my hip on my right side.

Something warm ran down the side of my face. I lifted my hand up to my head and wiped the warm liquid off.

It was blood.

I didn't faint; I couldn't even smell the blood. I couldn't move either, but that was just because of the shock. I sat there for a couple of minutes, closing my eyes and trying to block out the pain. Then slowly, very slowly, I undid my seatbelt and crawled out of the car through the passenger seat's shattered window. My window was blocked by the ground.

I fell to the ground as I got out. The drop was too far and I landed on the ground, barely missing piece of glass sticking out of me. I cried out in pain and sat up slowly. I closed my eyes again and took a few minutes more to recover and when I opened my eyes I saw the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Another car on the road absolutely totalled just like mine. I stood up and limped over to the car every step pure torture. This car was not tipped on its side. No, it had completely flipped over. I bent down and looked through the window. I was on the drivers side and what I saw made me cry out in shock and I had to cover my hands with my mouth to keep me from screaming.

"Oh my god," I cried.

Then I saw her; sitting in the backseat behind the driver.

A small girl, possibly five or six years old.

Apart from the small cut on her forehead she looked unharmed but scared.

No, terrified.

I gasped and quickly went to her window. I tapped on the window, letting her know I was there. I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. She looked at me, her eyes wide. I hesitated a moment, unsure, then I thrust my fist into the window. I cried out in pain and hit it again. I could feel some bones breaking but I ignored them. I hit at the window until it broke. The little girl was crying and I reached in and undid her seatbelt from her kiddie high chair and pulled her out. Her face was red from being upside down but it soon returned to normal, at least I hope it was normal, pale skin.

"Shh," I soothed her. "Everything's going to be ok."

"Daddy." She whimpered. I glanced at the dead body in the front seat and shivered.

"Shh, it's ok." I said quietly. She slid down a bit and nudged the piece of glass in my stomach. I almost dropped her from the shock and pain of it all.

I looked around us. We were miles from anywhere. And I was in no state to walk any such distance. The mobile, I remembered.

I limped back over to my car and out the little girl down.

"Stay right here for a moment ok? I'll be right back, I promise." The little girl nodded her head and sat down with crossed legs. Convinced, I turned around and climbed back through the passenger window, careful not to knock the piece of glass. I realised I was starting to get really light headed but I pushed it to the back of my mind, deciding it wasn't important. I stood up in the car, my head pocking out of the passenger window. I could see the child still sitting on the ground. I smiled at her and bent down to the glove box. I reached into it and pulled out the mobile. Perfect.

I dialled in Edward's number.

"Hello?" Edward's stunning voice answered.

"Edward!" I gasped, relieved to hear his voice.

"Bella!" Edward sounded outraged, "Bella, where the hell are you? I come back and you're not there! We've been looking all over for you Bell­­-" He stopped talking immediately because I started crying.

"Bella?" he sounded extremely concerned now, "What's the matter?"

"I'm in big trouble Edward," I sobbed. "I was in an acci-".

The phone went flat.

"NO!" I screamed. I flew the mobile on the ground and it smashed into pieces. I climbed out of the car and dropped onto the ground where I collapsed into a pile. I sobbed into my arms.

Suddenly I felt two tiny arms wrap themselves around my next and a small voice whispered in my ear, "Don't be sad."

I sat up and smiled at the small girl. Her large blue eyes looked up at me.

"No," I said, "I'm not sad. I'm happy, see?" I smiled a huge, goofy grin. The little girl laughed.

"You're funny!" She giggled, delighted. I stood up and lifted her off the ground and into my arms.

"Come on." I whispered. "Let's go for a walk."

"Ok," She said, and then looked at her car. "What about daddy?"

I smiled sadly, "Daddy's busy right now."

So we walked. We walked down along the road, and I prayed for a car to pass, to save us.

Not a single car drove by.

I was about to give up hope, my head was throbbing and I was becoming weak from loss of blood. I put the girl down and knelt beside her. I felt a cool little hand press against my forehead.

"You're hot!" She exclaimed, "Are you sick?"

"No," I gave the girl a hug. "I'm just tired."

"I'm tired too." She said, and then she sat down and leant against me, closing her eyes. "Let's sleep now." I laughed quietly to myself as she let out a yawn and snuggled into my lap.

Then I saw it.

Two headlights zooming down the road, dangerously fast. I didn't care. I would make this car stop.

I ran out onto the road and spread my arms in the air, wincing as the movement made the glass in my stomach shift. The car got closer and closer but I didn't move. I closed my eyes as the lights blinded me and waited for the impact.

It never came.

I heard a squealing of tires skidding to a stop. I ran over to the girl and picked her up. Then suddenly I was picked up and the small girl was taken from my arms.

"No!" I screamed; reaching for the girl like she was my baby and someone had just stolen her from me.

"Shh," A voice soothed me. "Everything's ok now. You're safe."

I closed my eyes. "Edward."

Cool lips pressed against my forehead.

"I'm here now."

Oh did I leave you with ANOTHER cliff hanger? It seems like I've been doing that with every chapter! I'll try and have the next chapter up ASAP!

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