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Chapter 13

Unwanted news

Edward's Point of View

Alice and Rosalie were dragging me to the car, holding Bella's phone in Alice's small hand as Rosalie leaned against the car door, trying to remain calm. But I felt empty, dead. Thinking that Bella had been taken made me feel even deader than before. It was as if everything that was happening to her was happening to me. I could feel pain in my body, my mind and deep in my soul, knowing that the one girl that I loved was taken.

And to think that that person… that man who had taken her—apparently it was a man, according to Alice and Rosalie by deduction as we had walked to the car—was the cause of all of this. He would pay at my hands the minute that I'd find him.

Of course I was a little reluctant to be shown this but it had to be done. If there was any way of knowing where Bella was, then we had to get to the bottom of this. If she still wanted me, then I would find her and bring her home where she belonged… with us, with her family; but more importantly with me.

Alice and Rosalie looked at me and my little sister handed me the phone, letting me look at its closed form for a few lingering seconds before looking at them slowly. "He's manipulated her since day one… ever since the play," Rosalie informed me as I flipped the phone open and was afraid to know what would await me. "She really didn't want us to worry. Bella would have rather have us hate her than to have us in danger. Typical her…"

"In the end… some of us did hate her. I mean, I…" Alice trailed off, looking away sadly and looking down at her hand. What had she done to my Bella?

"Alice, what did you do?" I asked, my voice shaking from everything that they were telling me. Was this all true? Or were they simply playing a ruse on me, trying to make me believe that Bella still has feelings when she obviously doesn't anymore? Alice didn't seem to want to answer at the moment but she had to tell me. "Alice, what. Did. You. Do?"

"I slapped and insulted her, alright? I said that she wasn't my sister and the moment that I wanted to apologize, mom gets shot and she just stood there and I slapped her out of anger! I didn't know what was happening with her but my anger boiled out and my hand went up without intending to! I slapped her and I regret what I did to her alright? Now, all we want to do is find her and bring her home!" Alice exclaimed, tears glistening in her eyes before Rosalie wound her free arm around Alice's small frame and brought her in a tight embrace. You could see in Alice's eyes that she really did mean what she said: that she was regretting the past events that happened between her and my beloved. "I'm sorry…" Alice kept repeating as Rosalie stroked Alice's short spiky hair with her good hand, trying to reassure her.

Sighing, my hand went out to Alice's shoulder and squeezed it softly and reassuringly. "It's alright Ali. I understand… somewhat. You didn't mean to do that and you can tell Bella that the minute that she's back and with you guys," I replied, stroking her shoulder from time to time.

"She'll be back with you as well. When we'll bring her back, she'll be under no one's control. Bella'll want to be with you again the minute that she can. We know her," Rosalie pointed out, looking at me now as she held Alice against her thin frame. Somehow, it was hard to accept that truth. What if Bella really didn't want to be with me? What if she wasn't acting out because someone was forcing her? Maybe it was that she never wanted to be close to me again… Had I done something to push her away? "Stop looking like that Edward. Bella wants you. Read the texts and you'll understand what we mean."

Rosalie reached into the car and pulled out a paper that had many numbers, times and information on it. It seemed related to the text messages that Rosalie and Alice had mentioned before. Reading it over, it said things such as 'before play' or even 'after Rosalie accident'. There were times beside each event. What exactly did all of this mean?

"Read the text messages and you'll understand," Alice said, sniffing once after saying this to me. Looking at them both, their faces were both serene as they looked down at the phone and the piece of paper. This phone was the only clue we had to Bella. But how would we be able to get to her? She'd been kidnapped… "Please Edward… Believe us."

Nodding slowly, I flipped Bella's phone open only to be attacked by sadness when gazing down at the picture of Bella and me as her background picture. The memory of taking this picture overpowered me and made me relive the day we had taken this…

Bella and I had been sitting in the garden against a tree, her leaning her back against my front and my arms wrapped around her. It had been a few weeks after she had been adopted into my family and we were gazing in each other's happiness, finally enjoying our moments together. Bella had leaned her head back to look in my eyes and smiled up at me, which made me flash my crooked smile down at her in bliss. We had been happy back then… so, so happy.

"I love you, did you know that?" Bella said, leaning the back of her head against the crook of my neck as my arms wound even more behind her.

"Yes love, in fact I did know that. And I love you just as much, maybe even more," I replied with a happy smile, kissing the top of her head and leaving my lips there for a few lingering seconds before looking down into her eyes again. I could simply melt in those chocolate brown eyes of her… They were so full of life. Now… those eyes haunted me. They made me relive the moment when Bella had broken up with me. It just kept running through my mind over and over again… "Have you used your new phone yet?"

"Not yet. I mean, I just text you guys a little bit and that's about it. I apparently have a camera in this thing but I haven't taken any pictures yet. I don't exactly know what to take…" Bella responded, taking her phone out and turning it in her hand softly, looking down at it while speaking.

Placing my hand on hers, I flipped it open and began using the menu buttons to get to the camera. Turning her phone around in her hand, I smiled down by her ear and whispered softly: "Then why doesn't your first picture be the two of us?"

Bella looked up to meet my eyes and giving me a smile before looked back at her phone. "I think that is a perfect idea," Bella said before turning her phone around and making the camera eye face us. Wrapping my arms around Bella and placing my chin on her shoulder, the corner of her lips curved into a smile as she placed her thumb against the camera button. "Say cheese!" My sweet beloved said before taking the picture and then turning her phone around to see what the picture looked like. And it was beautiful, just like my Bella. "It's perfect."

"Just like you, my love," I replied, kissing her neck softly and she leaned softly into my embrace, closing her eyes softly.

But it didn't stay that way for long. Bella turned around to face me and pushed me softly to the ground before she began kissing my lips softly but passionately.

Oh, so passionately… It felt right. Of course, we had never had sex since she came into my life but it was something that we were planning on doing later on in our relationship.

I suppose that now it would never happen now. She didn't want me… But… her eyes had held so much pain when she had broken up with me in the parking lot. Was this really all of her doing?

Shaking my head a little, I fumbled through the cursors until her text messages popped up at me. They were all from an Unknown caller. Reading through these, my eyes bulged out. These were all threats and orders… With the paper by my side, it also helped to understand when all of these were sent. They were all related to what had happened to this family. Rose's accident, Alice's exoneration, our breakup, Mom's nearly fatal wound… All of it. And the last one made my heart clench in horror. 'First is your 'mother'. Next, I'm coming for you.'

Alice and Rosalie were right. Bella had been used by this person and she'd probably been kidnapped by the same man.

"We told you that she would never intentionally break up with you," Alice said, making me look at her with fearful eyes. "Bella was crying in her room when we came back from school. She was just as heartbroken as you that she was forced to do that. You know Bella more than anyone. You know how much she loves you…"

As Alice spoke, the words that I had told Bella in the parking lot kept replaying in my mind. 'The moment you said to me that I shouldn't be near you, I didn't listen. But I should have. Maybe it would have saved me from this heartbreak now. My only regret was loving you, Bella Swan.' Those were the cruellest words I had ever said in my entire life, and they were said to the woman who had changed my life completely around. There was one sentence in particular that kept replaying in my mind…

My only regret was loving you, Bella Swan.

How could I have said that to her…? I had been angry and heartbroken but Bella must have felt even worse, knowing that she was forced to do this to me, to all of us. All I wanted to do now was hold her in my arms and apologize over and over again for my actions, in hopes that she would forgive me.

"We need to hand this to the police," I said, looking down at Bella's phone in my pale hand. The fright of everything was making my skin turn pale. My beloved was in danger and we needed to save her. But how? "They can help us deal with this."

"They'll believe that these were framed. We can figure that out those texts on our own and then give it to them when we're done," Rosalie explained, taking the phone slowly from my hand.

"Rosalie, they're there for that. They need to know about these! It's Bella's life that we're talking about!" I exclaimed, shaking a little in fright, horror and anger. My anger wasn't directed at Rosalie or Alice. It was directed at the man who was holding my girl hostage and maybe torturing her. He had already tortured her mentally and emotionally but he might be hurting her physically now. "If we can save her, then we have to do everything possible!"

"We know Edward. And we have an idea of who we can talk to about this. You've trusted us this far, Edward. Please trust us now," Rosalie said, looking me directly in the eyes. They were asking me to hold this a secret until they could figure this out. But… it was Bella's life that they were playing with. My love was out there, having God knows what happen to her, and Rosalie wanted me to keep this important information a secret. How could I…? "Please Edward…"

Sighing, I looked down for a few seconds, clenched and unclenched my fists before looking back in my sister's pleading eyes. They seemed to have a plan and I simply had to go along with it. "Alright… but you're keeping me up to date with everything that you are doing. Got it?" Rosalie and Alice nodded simultaneously as Rose placed Bella's phone in her pocket and hugged me tightly once. "I won't lose her… not to this man."

"You won't because we'll get her back before anything happens. I promise Edward," Rosalie said, placing her free hand on my shoulder and softly but apologetically smiling at me. "We've got this under control Edward. We can do this and get Bella back before anything happens. I promise you."

Nodding at her, we all walked back into the police station to find everyone with worrisome faces, as if something had happened while the three of us were outside. Looking at Jasper and Emmett, they looked grave. And it worried me more than anything. "What's the matter?" I asked Jasper, hoping that he would be calm enough to fill me with some answers.

But it was Emmett that responded for Jasper, seeing as he was calm for once. "They found someone's DNA against the blood on Bella's truck. And they don't like what they found," Emmett explained, looking at the police officers in the distance after explaining that. My blood felt cold now. If the police didn't like who had kidnapped my love, then it couldn't be good for her. Bella was in danger, more than anyone probably imagined. And there was nothing that we could do. Not at the moment anyways… Emmett pointed to one of the female officers in front of us who had her back to us. "She's the one in charge of the case. We've dealt with her before…"

Suddenly, as the woman turned around, her face brought memories back. Of course, they weren't pleasant memories but there were safe memories all the same. Her face made me think of the moment when the police had invaded our house and set up all of their equipments to try and find my beloved. This police officer had believed our story about Charlie when no one else did. This police officer was someone that had helped us find Bella and bring her home safely. This police officer made me feel a little hope.

"Hello Edward. I was hoping to see you all under better conditions," The police woman said, approaching us with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Same to you, Janet. I heard that you were the one handling this case?"

Nodding, Janet looked up at me and tried to stay composed. "That's right. With the fact that we found Charlie and brought Bella home safe, they put me in charge of this case as well, knowing that I had experience with your girlfriend," Janet explained, making me flinch a little at the word 'girlfriend'. It made me think of everything that I had said to Bella in the parking lot once more. It hadn't been her fault that those things had been said. It was the mystery man's fault for using my beloved this way.

"I also heard that you found something…?" I asked; my voice a little hoarse when asking this.

Janet frowned ever so slightly and nodded once. "You heard correctly. We… We did find something." Janet began fishing through the papers on her desk and produced three papers: one with a man's face on it, one with the pictures of Bella's bloody truck and another with nearly a dozen female faces on it. But what did all of this mean? "We found one strand of light brown hair—barely recognizable against the blood but it was still there—and it didn't belong to Bella Swan. It belongs to this man," Janet said, pointing to the picture of the mug shot picture of a man with light brown hair, dark brown eyes and a venomous expression in his features. "His name is James. He was arrested once for owning an illegal strip club and was released a few years ago. James was part of the Special Forces many years ago as their professional sniper and spy so he's quite experienced in hunting people down, even more girls. Considering his background, he's been the prime suspect in many other murders." Janet took the paper with the image of the dozens of girls and showed them to me.

"Who are these…?" I asked, looking at the girls more closely. It seemed as though each of these girls each had one of Bella's features: brown hair, brown eyes, a wonderful smile, soft, but at the same time strong, features… I missed Bella so much. And to think that she could be in the hands of a sadistic monster such as this man… it made my blood boil in anger.

"I know what you're thinking and you're right. These girls look like Bella Swan, both in characteristics and in features. That's what attracts James most of all; these looks. And Bella seems to have them all, which will make James want her even more. He'd taken each of these girls in a secluded area but not before torturing them mentally. We had reports from each of the girl's parents and they all said that the girls had changed both mentally and in their actions. They'd hidden themselves in their rooms, acted out… many other things before being taken.

"We would always find the victims five days later in an unrecognizable condition. Normally, they would be beaten beyond recognition and it would be difficult to identify who was who. Only their dental records would identify them. But what made it worse were the signs of sexual abuse on their bodies, mostly around the chest and lower abdomen area. They were always found in a horrible shape," Janet explained, making me freeze in horror. Words kept popping into my mind from what she kept explaining to me. Sexual abuse… Beaten beyond recognition… Changed… Horrible shape… All of those things could happen to Bella and there was nothing that we could do about it now. "If James has her, then we don't have much time."

"So… you're saying that…" I tried to say but the words didn't seem to want to come. If they were uttered from my mouth, then that would mean that it was the truth and my Bella might not make it back to me. She needed to come back…

"If James really does have her, then Bella Swan might only have five days to live… and she wouldn't return to us in one piece."

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