Hey! So this, my friends, is the second to last chapter in this whole freaking story! I'm so effing sad! Are you guys? I hope you are, cuz you know, misery loves company. Haha. I want you all to pay especially close attention during this chapter, because there's a lot of little details that are important and then a little twist near the end. I hope you guys like it!

As soon as they were safely out of the view of the other boys, Bella spun around, went into the stance Roger showed her, and punched Jack right in the jaw. He stumbled back, surprised and a little impressed.

"Ow! What was that for?" He exclaimed. She just glared in return.

"Hmm, let me think about it. Well, you've threatened my life and Roger's, you've kidnapped me, you tried to do some pretty godawful shit to me a week ago, and you killed my little brother's best friend. Why do you think dumbass?" Jack just rolled his eyes and cracked his jaw back into it's usual position. "Besides, don't think I don't know why you kidnapped me. And don't even dream that I'll go down without a fight." Jack looked at her a moment and laughed.

"What, do you think I'm suicidal? I'm not trying anything like that again until I've got Roger back under control. No, you're just my bargaining chip for now. As long as it's you that's in my custody, Roger won't try any funny business. As long as I can threaten him with you, he'll concentrate much harder on finding and killing Ralph. And then, I'll have nothing to worry about. I'll be in the clear to do whatever the hell I want," he said with a smirk. She laughed humourlessly.

"Do you really think that just because Ralph's dead, Roger will let you do that? Because if that's how you think it'll go, I think it's you that belongs in the mental hospital," she spat.

"No, actually, I think Roger will just be helpless to do anything else. I've got these hunters under my thumb, do you really think he could fight off all of them? One wrong move, and it's game over. And don't think he doesn't know that." Bella shivered and Jack smiled, tucking some stray hair behind her ears. "Ah, don't worry about it Bells. I figure at this rate, you've got at least three days until you have something to worry about." Bella stayed silent and stared at her feet, not wanting him to see that she was fighting back tears. But, as we all know, Jack had known her far too well to fall for that. So he pushed her head up by her chin and forced a brief kiss on her, jumping back just in time to miss being slapped. Then he shoved her down, where she lay utterly defeated. This time, she didn't even fight the tears, only let them fall. Jack watched for a moment, torn between a feeling of success and pity for the girl he'd loved as a child. Then, slowly, a smile worked it's way up on his face, he began to laugh, a booming laugh that sounded more gloating and triumphant by the second. And then he left her alone with her thoughts.

And boy did she have a lot of thoughts.

Many of these thoughts were far too graphically violent for them to be out into writing, while others were so horribly distirbed and panicked that they will not be shared in order to preserve your respect for Bella. However, there was one so desperate and insane, one that she chose to act on, that changed the story completely.

She could easily see it from her spot on the floor, hidden behind a rock with just a glint of the silver tip visible. No one would be able to see it from outside the cave, but Jack would always have it in view. A perfect hiding spot for his most important possession on the island. It was his hunting knife, the perfect evidence for her planned deception. She was going to end it all, one way or another, and this seemed to be her best option at the moment. She could make Roger fight, all it would take would be one little lie, one precious drop of blood. How could she refuse?

Crawling over slowly, she reached behind the rock and withdrew the knife, pricking her finger as she pulled it out by the blade. Bella tried not to wince too much, for if she couldn't handle even this little pinch, she surely could never deal with the pain she was about to inflict on herself. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she drew the blade of the knife across one wrist, then the other, and watched in awe as the blood flowed freely down. Interesting. It had barely hurt, hardly even noticeable, maybe she could do another to help with the rouse. Yes, another cut was all she needed, and Roger couldn't possibly deny the falsified evidence that she'd been attacked. Bella pulled up her shorts gently to reveal the chunk of her upper thigh that had been torn off by the wild dog. With shaking hands, she made the cut deeper, sliced it open where it had already healed, until there was almost too much blood for her too bear. Then she dropped the knife and it clattered to the floor, and cried out in pain. She hardly even had to fake it.

After a few moments, when no one seemed to have heard her scream, she tried to stand, but found herself to be drained, hardly able to move on her own. Too much, she'd done too much. Oh god, had she ended her life in trying to save it. No, no I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with me, I'm just off balance is all! She leaned up against the wall and managed to stand, then limped across the cave until she got outside.

Roger looked up for a moment, only a moment, but that was long enough for him to see Bella stumbling out of the cave with a look of clear desperation. Blood was pouring out everywhere he could see, she had paled considerably, and it seemed as though it would be only seconds before she collapsed. Roger sprinted over and caught her just before he could and held her straight by the arms.

"Bella? Bells, what happened?" She was sobbing helplessly and he felt a surge of rage, knowing the only person that could've done this to her.

"J-J-Jack, he took me to the cave. He was talking crazy. He said that he could do whatever he wanted, and that as long as he had me there was nothing you could do to fight him. Oh God Roger, he had the hunting knife with him," she cried. He rubbed her arms comfotingly and glanced around for any sign of where Jack could be. "It hurt so much!"

"Shh, I know Bells, I know. Don't worry babe, I'll take care of it okay? You come rest." He picked her up and carried her over to where he'd been sitting by the fire and tried to clean up her cuts as best as possible. She continued bawling the entire time. It wasn't long until Jack came striding out of the forest, having realized he'd left his knife behind, and Roger immediately stood up. "Merridew!" He screamed. Jack looked over as Roger charged at him, tackling him to the ground. Without wasting a second, both boys began fighting furiously, although neither knew the real reason why. Meanwhile, Bella watched with a faint smile on her face. There was no way Roger could lose this fight. She wouldn't have let it happen if she'd thought otherwise.

"What the fuck!" Jack yelled in between punches.

"You know why! I told you you couldn't ever fucking touch her again you son of a bitch! Look at her now!" Jack glanced over, but didn't get a good look before Roger punched him again. Jack growled and shoved Roger off, then leaned over him and started attacking with a vengeance.

"I didn't lay a hand on her!" He yelled. Suddenly, Bella wasn't quite as confident as she had been before. Roger kicked Jack in the stomach and he fell back. He then took the opportunity to pull something silver out of his pocket; a gun.

"How the HELL did you get that past airport security?" Bella yelled suddenly. He looked up for a moment while aiming the gun at Jack's head.

"I'm not going into details, but I will tell you it felt really gay." He yelled back, turning back to face Jack. In the moment he'd been distracted, Roger's opponent had stood up and launched himself at Roger. Jack's body slammed into his and the gun went flying out of his hands. The hunters who'd gathered around them skittered away, not wanting to be anywhere near Roger's gay gun. Bella, on the other hand, summoned up all her strength and ran to pick it up. Jack had just gained the upper hand in the fight.

"Who was it that was going to kill who Rog?" Roger was trembling slightly, not from fear for himself, but for what would happen to Bella if he was killed. He didn't get much time to think about it though, because then there was a crack and in just a second, there was a gapin hole in Jack's forehead, gushing blood. Jack fell off to the side and Roger gaped at him, then at Bella, who held the smoking gun in her hand. She smiled a bit.

"I'm free. I'm finally free," she whispered. Roger rose to his feet clumsily and walked over to her.

"Bella, do you know what you just did?" He hollered. "Do you know what will happen to you if we're ever rescued?" Bella just smiled at him pityingly and held his face in her hands.

"Roger dear, don't you know this is all just a dream?"

Dun dun DUN! That was a pretty sweet twist wasn't it. Roger doesn't get it. Bella's still trying to explain it to him.
Roger: So let me get this straight. I'm a Roger, who's dreaming he's a Leonardo DiCaprio, who's dreaming he's a mental patient, who's dreaming he's a Roger, who's dreaming he's on an island with you?
Bella: *sighing* close enough.
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