For the first time I will be adding Edward's POV. I will put a note in bold before his turn begins as to not confuse. I know it has been a while since I have updated, the problem is I know how I want it to all play out but am having a difficult time getting it written out right. Thank you for sticking through it!
BPOV
My eyes opened heavily, the lids feeling weighed down. Groaning I sat up slightly, my head spinning.
With hazy vision I looked around me, taking in my surroundings. The room I was in was dark, only the light of the moon for light that showed through a slit in the curtains that hung from the one window. It appeared to be a bedroom, a bed I was currently laying on, arm chair, and dresser were the only furnishings. I saw three doors and stood with shaky legs, feeling like a newborn foal as I made my way to the closest door. It opened noiselessly, showing me it was nothing more than a closet. The one right beside it opened to another dark room. Groping the wall I found the light switch I was searching for, florescent light showing me a bathroom. A generic tub and shower combo, toilet, and sink. The walls were logs, informing me I was in a cabin.
That left me with one door.
I rushed to the last door, grabbing the door knob and twisting desperately.
"No!" I cried out when it wouldn't budge.
Slamming my fists against it, feeling splinters enter the side of my palms, tears flooding my vision.
I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, causing me to shrink back into the darkness, wishing I had turned the bathroom light off so I could be hidden. I sat on the bed, my arms hugging my legs against my stomach. Watching with fearful eyes as the door was opened slowly.
"You look just like your mother." He sighed with a soft voice.
I lifted my head, looking at him with quizzical eyes.
He walked toward me with sure steps till his legs were touching the side of the bed.
"Beautiful." He said, his hand resting on my cheek.
"Don't touch me!" I screamed, pulling my face back.
I didn't even have time to comprehend as his face darkened, his arm pulled back just to lower again, slapping my face hard enough to force my head to the side.
"Watch how you speak to me!" He yelled. "Once that demon is out of your stomach, I will show you exactly how to show me respect." He hissed, looking at my round belly with disgust.
"That creature will be deformed from the sins of it's parents. You are nothing but a whore, sleeping with your own brother." His voice hard and void of emotion.
"We were innocent! How were we to know of your own sins which created this whole predicament? You raped my mother!"
He lunged at me, shoving me backwards into the mattress. His had slapped over my mouth to prevent me from speaking as he laid over me, crushing my stomach.
"Your mother was also a whore. She was asking for it, begging me. Once she got was she was after, she wanted to play the victim. You are both the same. I will show you exactly how women with morals like your should be treated."
He moved his free hand to my thigh, lifting it higher up my leg. I cried out into his hands, trying to pull out of his hold.
"Is this what you want?" He asked, his hand now placed roughly over my covered sex.
The tears were blinding, my cries causing me to choke.
He stood up and glared down at me.
"I will show you. Soon." He muttered, walking away toward the door.
"You speak of the sins Edward and I made. What about yours? What you did and are threatening to do? I'm of your blood." I spoke with a trembling voice.
He didn't turn to look at me or to speak, only closed the door behind him. The sound of the lock being turned filling the otherwise quiet room.
What am I going to do? I can't allow him to hurt my baby.
"Edward..." I whimpered into the dark room.
X
Three weeks of repetitiveness. James came in at day break with a tray of either eggs and toast or cereal. He brought me a cup of soup and half a sandwich in the afternoon. Dinners always varied as to what he was eating himself. He didn't speak to me unless it was to reassure me that he would 'put me in my place' once the baby was born. I was terrified he was going to hurt the baby, that Edward would never see his child. I was allowed no entertainment other than a few books James had found in the cabin. I only knew how long I have been here because I was using a bobby pin to leave little tally marks on the floor under the bed. Three weeks and one day was the current count. I was bored out of my mind, day dreaming of the day Edward and I would be reunited and waiting for the evening meal.
"Bella, I have brought you a treat!"
What was going on? He was talking to me instead of threatening. He sounded almost normal.
"How does an ice cream sundae sound?" He came into the room wearing a blinding smile.
I almost cried out when I saw him. He was dressed in Edward's clothing. I recognized the jeans and t-shirt, realizing he must have taken them from our bedroom while he was waiting for me.
"Why are you wearing Edward's clothes?"
"What are you talking about? Have you finally chosen a name? Edward sounds perfect."
"I-I don't understand."
"Oh Renee, you have always been the joker in our group."
Has he officially lost it or is he just messing with me?
"I can't wait till he is born, I bet he will look just like me. He and Carlisle's son will be best friends."
I was getting more and more scared, my body starting to shake with the fear.
"Eat your ice cream, before it melts." He grinned at me as he picked up the spoon and held it out for me.
I raised my hand attempted to take the spoon from him.
"No, allow me, please."
Eyeing him suspiciously, I opened my mouth and let him feed me the treat. I was afraid to anger him with the state of mind he was currently in.
"What did you put in the ice cream? There are hard pieces."
"Just some different candies." His eyes practically bulging.
I narrowed my eyes and began to chew. As soon as I bit down I could taste bitterness.
"Swallow." He demanded, his hand thrown over my mouth when I tried to spit out the offensive taste.
His face no longer held the confusion it had shown moments before. His voice containing the coldness I was used to. When I finally swallowed after I saw no way to avoid it, he removed his hand and stood to take the dishes away with him.
"What did you do? I screamed, standing up.
"I have to get things ready, our son is coming!" His eyes returning to the bright crazed look.
"Oh god, what has he done?" I whimpered when the door was once more shut and locked behind him.
X
"No!" I screamed over and over, the pains feeling as if they were ripping me in half.
"We're almost there! Push Renee, push! I can see his hair!"
The pain started an hour after he had left me. Whatever he had given me started contractions. I couldn't be sure of the time unless he told me, already announcing I had been in labor for six hours. I was so weak, unsure if I would have the energy to push any longer.
"Now Renee! If you don't help push my son out I will cut your god damn stomach open!" His face shoved into mine, red with rage.
His moods were unpredictable. Angry one moment to delusional excitement the next.
"Edward!" I cried out, sobs raking my tired body.
"That's right, push out our little Edward!" James cooed, his head stuck between my legs again. "His head! It's almost out, don't stop now!"
I felt his fingers brush me as the searing pain from the baby exiting my body left me breathless. With no warning he felt as he pulled the baby out the rest of the way creating even more pain.
I didn't even have the energy to scream any longer, just laying their whimpering in quiet sobs trying to see the baby that was now in James arms.
"Look Renee, look at our son." He cooed crazily.
He began to walk toward the door.
"J-James." I tried to call out though it was more of a whisper.
"You rest. I will take care of Edward." He spoke softly without once turning my way.
"No!" I tried to pull myself up, my arms weak and giving out under my weight.
Tears slid down my face as I laid in the dirty bed helplessly. The afterbirth and blood slipping from my body that was lifelessly still. I could hear the muffled sound of a baby crying.
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EPOV
"Edward, calm down." Esme pleaded for what felt like the twentieth time in the last few minutes as I paced around the kitchen near the phone.
"My pregnant wife has been missing and you expect me to calm down?" I yelled, stopping my feet to stare at my mother with anger. "She has been missing for three weeks and no one can tell me anything!"
"There are no leads, there isn't anything new to tell." Carlisle offered.
"Just leave me alone." I demanded through gritted teeth.
I felt so alone, no one in this house understood what I was going through. Wondering all day and night if my wife was alive, if she was being taken care of or if the bastard was raping her. If my child was still thriving inside of her body or if James had done something to hurt it or if our baby was born early. No one could find James or Bella, there were no witnesses, no one had seen them.
"Ed-"
"Shut up Carlisle." I hissed.
"Edward!" Esme protested.
I stormed out of the house, running down the path that led to the cottage. I stopped as it came into view, staring in pain. I couldn't bring myself to enter it since Bella went missing. There were no fingerprints or signs of foul play according to the police. Luckily Charlie was able to vouch that she wouldn't just disappear or take off without telling me so there was a missing persons case for her.
"Ed."
Emmett was a few feet behind me, knowing I didn't want him to come any closer.
"What."
"You can't take your hurt out on everyone. We are all worried about Bella."
"Is she your wife? Is it your child she is carrying inside of her? He has her! I know he does."
At the end of my sentence my legs gave, falling to my knees on the gravel under me. "He has her, and I am helpless to what he might do to them."
He sat on the ground in front of me, his arms grabbing me and pulling me into a hug that would be embarrassing any other time. A sob escaped me creating a chain reaction, leaving me crying into his shoulder. My chest felt ready to explode, my breathing labored.
"What the fuck is wrong with our family?" He scoffed.
For some reason his statement made me go from a complete break down to a snort of laughter, shoving him away from me as I fell to my ass laughing.
"Case in point." He said with raise brows as he watched me. "You alright man? Do I need to call Carlisle to tranquilize your ass?"
"Dude, I-I knocked up a chick during our senior year, to find out my father raped her mother and she was actually my half sister." I gasped for breath. "Then, surprise! My mother had an affair and got knocked up by her husbands brother. My uncle is my father, and you are my half brother, not my cousin! My-my wife is my cousin."
I fell onto my back, laying on the ground with my hands covering my face.
"At least you are no longer married to your sister. Remember that song we used to sing in grade school? I am my own grandpa." He asked.
"Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
'Cause now I have become the strangest 'case you ever saw
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa"
He sang as I joined in near the end.
"I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny, I know but it really is so
I'm my own grandpa"
Soon we were both on the ground in hysterics.
"Dear god." I heard Rosalie say.
Looking up I saw Rose, Alice, and Jasper looking down at us in amazement.
"And here we were worried about you."
"I'm my own grandpa!" I gasped out, tears running down my face, Emmett snorting in laughter again.
All to soon though I sobered and my laughter died away, tears fillings my eyes once more.
"We will find her. Someone is going to see something, James will have to show up eventually." Alice said as she sat beside me.
"Until then, we are here beside you. Whatever you need us to do we will do it." Rose's turn this time.
"I just want to know they are okay." I whispered, looking down at my dirty sneakers.
I couldn't look into their eyes and see their own fear and worry to add onto my own.
"My baby is due in another few weeks. I don't know if she gave birth early, that my child might be here on this earth already. Or if James harmed the baby or Bella... what if they are dead?"
"Stop! You can't give up hope." Alice cried out, throwing herself into my arms.
One by one, my friends attached their self to me till we formed a circle of entwined bodies and arms, most of us crying on each others shoulder.