Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer, of course, owns all things Twilight. I am just playing in her world. NO copyright infringement intended. WARNING: CONTAINS DARK THEMES MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL!

Hey there Kiddies. Happy Friday! I can't thank you all enough for still reading this. I know it's not probably what you usually read nor is it what I usually write, but it means everything to me that those of you who have been reading it since the get go, still are. So for the few of you that are reading on with Day 14.

Sweetcheeks, thanks for just being you and my ROCK! You push when I'm ready to give up. Love you more than words (Yep I just quoted Extreme-God Nuno Bettancourt was hot back then).

Sis, never EVER apologize for RL I totally understand.

Twin, miss and love ya mega hard!

Danna, sending Rockward lovin your way.

Okay, enough fucking chit chat on with day 14.

Day 14

Something isn't right.

Something's wrong.

I glance at the small window, and then I stare at it, study it.

The light faded in what seems like hours ago. He should have come by now. He should be here. He always comes when it's dark.

Always.

Why hasn't he come? Has something happened to him? What if he's been hurt or something worse? What if he doesn't come back?

If he doesn't come back, how will they find me, find us?

More and more unanswered questions bombard my tired mind.

I so desperately want to move. I want to climb those stairs, open that door, and find a way out of here, to awaken from this nightmare.

My body won't let me no matter how much my mind pushes.

He could come; he could be on his way.

If I climb those stairs and open that door, he could be on the other side again, waiting, expecting.

He reveled in it. He enjoyed what he did to me those few days.

My body reacts violently as the horrible images flash before my eyes.

As much as I want to, I can't risk it. I can't risk what he might do to me, because this time he just might kill me.

I wrap my frail arms around my torso and try to subdue the storm.

My efforts have minimal effect.

I look to the window. It's gotten darker. The moon shines through its tiny cracks sending thin shards of eerie light across the cellar floor.

I suddenly hear sobs combined with a wheezing cough.

Kate.

My weak, stiffened body slowly pulls itself across the dirt floor. My lungs burn, and my breathing is labored as I slowly make my way over to her.

I see her curled up form in the soft glow of the moonbeams.

After what seems like an eternity, I reach Kate. Her small, thin body shudders with each cry, with each breath.

She lets out a mangled cough, and her body convulses.

How long has she been here?

My hand stretches out and gently touches her shoulder.

"Kate, it's me, Bella," I whisper.

She begins to roll over as another cough rips through her.

She gasps for air as it intensifies.

I carefully pull her into me, racking my brain for anything I can do to help.

I slip back to my childhood, remembering a time when I ate too fast and started coughing and choking. Renee said the food went down the wrong way, and I should raise my arms over my head. It seemed to help, for the coughing quickly subsided.

Another painful cough tears through Kate.

"Kate, I'm going to try something. I'm going to lift your arms over your head as carefully as I can, and with any luck, it will help. Okay?"

She minutely nods her head, understanding.

I wrap my hands around her wrists noticing my fingers easily meet each other.

How long has she been here? What has he done to her before I got here?

I quickly push such questions out of my head and refocus my attention, all of it, on Kate.

Gently, and as slowly as possible, I begin to lift her arms above her head.

Another cough rips through her weakened, fragile frame.

I successfully extend her arms and then decide to prop her head up on my lap.

With the strength she possesses, Kate assists and her head now rests in my lap.

She coughs again, but it doesn't seem to be as bad.

"Holy shit, I think it's actually working," I excitedly announce.

Kate's tear filled, reddened eyes smile.

The coughing subsides, her breathing slows, and she relaxes in my arms.

I breathe a sigh of relief I hadn't realized I was holding.

Color flushes her ashen cheeks and relief floods my system.

"Thank you," she manages to utter.

"Anytime." I smile.

Gratitude fills my heart and soul. I don't think I could bare most of this if I was completely alone. I find solace in knowing Kate's here going through this with me. She's the bright spot in this darkened hell.

Kate returns my smile, and it warms me.

Her eyes slowly flutter and then close. Her breathing deepens as sleep finally takes her.

My eyes grow heavy. My ears momentarily perk up, listening for any sign of him.

Nothing.

I breathe another sigh of relief, although it doesn't comfort me. In my mind, I know he will come, he always does. But for now he's not here, and Kate and I can take momentary comfort in that.

I lay Kate beside me, and the two of us huddle together, comforting the other.

My eyes grow heavier, my body relaxes, and sleep takes me.

A/N: Alrighty, poor Kate. Let me know what you're thinking. See ya tomorrow!