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Chapter 14
(Edward's POV)

Carlisle sat working on my hand. Esme was very disappointed about the window fiasco but she didn't really say anything about it.

Carlisle had heard about my father's phone call and didn't ask me much about it. I think he realized that I was way to stressed and emotionally strained to think much about it.

Carlisle had washed my hand and made sure there was no glass or anything in it. He'd applied some stuff that had stung like hell, but I'd been too lost in my thoughts to complain. He'd frowned a little when I didn't say anything because I usually complained a lot when he put it on.

As he wrapped up my hand he teased me by saying, "I recommend that you try not to write any essays at the moment and try not to punch any more windows, okay?"

I just stared at him blankly before staring off into space. He sighed, "The police will be over here again tomorrow and you have to stay here and wait for your father to call. They'll try to track the call or try to get you to set up a meeting place." Carlisle said and I nodded wordlessly.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked me, putting a reassuring hand on my arm.

"I just want this over with," I said quietly and he nodded and left me there.

The police had been over when Carlisle told them about my father's phone call. They thought that we, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Rose and I should stay together because it was obvious that they were targeting my friends and me.

They'd asked Bella's mom if she wanted any protection and if she wanted to stay here with us. She'd said no, she wanted protection, but she didn't want to be near me. She'd screamed at me that I was the reason her daughter was gone when they'd told her to come over. Carlisle had made her leave, and spent nearly an hour making sure I wasn't beating myself up about what she said.

I was, but I didn't show that I was. How was this not my fault?

I sighed and got up, I was going to go upstairs my room, but I'd have to pass by the kitchen were two cops were waiting in case he called now or later night.

I clenched my jaw, might as well get it over with. I walked into the kitchen and the two cops there nodded to me. They were seriously bad cop, good cop. One was absolutely giddy even though the situation was clearly stressful. The other was mostly silent and had a dangerous look in his eyes. It wasn't the same as the look that my father would have, his were full of anger and full of hate, the cop's eyes were simply ready; it was as if he was ready to jump in front of a bullet at any moment.

I smiled slightly and Esme smiled at me from the stove, "Are you hungry Edward? Dinner is almost ready…."

"Um… not really," I muttered as a loud ring started from my pocket. Carlisle said if I put it on vibrate I might miss the call so I put it on the loudest ring I had. I swallowed roughly.

Esme actually dropped the wooden spoon in her hand and her head whipped around to look at me. Both of the cops burst into action. The giddy one, I think his name was Brown or something, said, "Answer it!" as the other guy, Johnson I think, called the station.

I heard the others coming downstairs as I opened my phone and held it to my ear. "Hello?" I said into it. Carlisle walked into the room and sat down on one of our stools and watched me.

"Good evening Edward," as my father's cheerful voice rang out of my phone I shuddered.

"Uh… hi," I said not really knowing what to say to him. Somehow 'hi dad!' didn't really fit.

Johnson mouthed 'is it him?' and I nodded. He waved me over and I came over to him. He plugged my phone into something he had assembled on the table that connected to a computer and nodded to me.

"Now, now, Edward," he said and his voice came from my phone and the computer. It was quieter on the computer. I assume so that the others could hear but he couldn't. "What have I taught you, it's 'hello sir,' not just 'uh… hi.'" He said mockingly.

"Uh…" I shifted feet and I cast a glance at my friends and Esme. She looked like she wanted to run over and hug me. I looked down. "Hi sir…" I visibly shuddered.

He laughed, "See James, I've finally trained him."

My other hand turned into a fist. One, what he said bugged the hell out of me, and two, James was there, that meant Bella was there. I could hear James laugh in the distance.

"Alright, well the real reason I called is I wanted to know how you and your little friends are doing… oh, and including all those cops in your fake family's kitchen." Everyone in the room froze.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, not missing a beat. There were flaws in his sentence, little ones that told me he was lying. Plus he had that lying tone that he often had used on my mom.

"Oh, Edward, we're not that stupid. Obviously you contacted the police and they're there monitoring this phone call. You should know that this phone is untraceable so you've got nothing anyways." He said nonchalance.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't tell anyone, I'm not that stupid." I said and licked my parched lips.

"I honestly think you are that stupid and if you're not in the kitchen than where are you?" he asked as if he could trap me with that.

"I'm in my room," I said instantly, "It's nicer than the one I had in Chicago by the way." I decided that over the phone I could piss him off a little; it wasn't like he could reach in through the speaker and strangle me.

He laughed, "Silly Edward, the more you make me angry the more Bella pays for it." He said practically reading my mind and my eyes narrowed at what he said. "Oh, and she's asked for her one phone call. She wants to talk to you."

I froze in place, "Wouldn't she want to talk to her mom?" I asked feeling confused.

"Well I assumed she would have, but apparently she wants to talk to you so here she is before I change my mind," he said starting to lose his patience and Bella's voice filled the speaker.

"Edward?" She asked instantly. I could hear the fear in her voice.

I looked at the cops and they nodded and Brown mouthed, "Ask her if we're on speakerphone."

I nodded, "Hey Bella, are you okay?"

"Ya, I'm okay."

"Am I on speakerphone?" I asked her.

"No," She said and I smiled.

Johnson held out his hand for the phone but I held up a finger, "Bella, can you swear to me that you're not on speakerphone? Can you promise me that I'm not?" I asked her.

"You're not, Edward, I swear. I promise," her voice was firm and strong.

I smiled, and said, "Okay, hold on Bella, we're going to get you out." I handed the phone to Johnson.

"Hello Ms. Swan, I'm Agent Johnson with the LAPD and I would like to ask you if have been injured," Johnson's voice was calm and I took a deep breath as I waited for the answer.

Esme came over and wrapped me in her arms as Bella answered, "A little, not much. I'm sure it could be worse." I buried my face in Esme's shoulder. She rubbed my back.

"Alright, I would like you to know that we're trying very hard to get you out of there. I assure you, you'll be safe again Ms. Swan."

"Okay," she said and he handed the phone back to me.

"Bella?" I asked from Esme's arms.

"Yes Edward?"

"I love you, please don't get hurt."

I heard her sniffle a little, "I love you too Edward, please don't do anything stupid."

I nodded, "I'll try if you try.

"So will I," She said and hung up.

I closed my phone and melted into Esme's arms. Tears were threatening my eyes again and as Esme held me they slowly escaped.

(Bella's POV)

I closed the phone. I'd told the truth, they weren't on speakerphone, they never were, but I understood why he'd made me swear it.

Having the police assure me did practically nothing. I knew the only way to get me out of here was to give them Edward.

It was odd, I had asked for Edward. Any other day I would have asked for my mother or for Alice or even my father, even though I didn't have his number.

I sighed, I had bruises over my arms and my cheek was sore from when James had slapped me because I called him names because he insulted Edward.

It was actually really stupid, I shouldn't have done it, but he was talking about how Edward was stupid and how he'd fall for his father's plan. I'd called James and idiot and that Edward would never do that, so he'd slapped me.

Edward's father had the same hair as him, but not the same eyes. He always looked angry and I always was afraid when he was in the room.

Edward Sr. took the phone from me, "Well, James, I say you go and get us some food… oh and bring something back for dear Bella," He said and James nodded.

"A few of the others are coming up to help, I forgot to tell you," James added as they climbed the stairs.

"Excellent, hey, maybe we'll have a little party with Bella and maybe we'll invite Edward," Edward's father laughed and they slammed the door shut.

I took a deep breath and got up. I went to the bed post and started rubbed the rope against the hard edge. I'd been doing this for a while and it was starting to look a little frayed.

Once I was tired I sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall, I sighed. I didn't have much of a plan; I simply wanted to know that I had some control. I wanted my hands to be free so I had the ability to fight back if I needed to.

I climbed back onto my bed and lay there. I closed my eyes and prayed and hoped that I got out of here, but I also prayed that Edward would remain safe, no matter what happened to me.

I curled into a ball and whimpered softly, praying and hoping.