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Chapter 20: So Sick of This

I must say that it's surprising that I'm not tired of this story. By chapter 15 of my last fanfic I was ready to stab in it in the face. Figuratively, of course. Well, why are still reading my babbling? Let's to the action!

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"James! Get off of-"

My words were cut off as quickly as I could start saying anything. James had removed his hand when he tied my wrists together. He leaned in and I could smell the booze rolling off of him.

"I already told you what's going to happen, Isabella. No one will be able to find and save you this time."

I started shaking slightly when he said this. Surely someone must notice my absence. It had only been a few minutes, but my friends had a knack of knowing when something was wrong. And, well, something was definitely wrong.

"Ah ah ah. Do you really think that struggling against that binding will do you any good? If anything it'll just chafe your wrists and cause them to bleed."

The sad part was, I already knew he was right. There was no way I could fight this monster and win. He was so much stronger than me.

But that didn't mean I wasn't going to fight.

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Edward knew that something was wrong, almost immediately. He had woken up, surprisingly clear in the head, and felt that something was just wrong. But what? It wasn't like he knew much about anything anymore. He hoped it was just a feeling and that it would stay that way.

"Ah, you're awake again, Edward. That's nice to see. I need to discuss some things with you about your medication…," good ol' Dr. Brusky began.

"Stop right there, doctor. I've had enough of my 'medication', if that's what you call it. The medicine that's supposed to help get me better is not helping me to get better. I refuse to take it anymore."

He smiled that sweet but creepy smirk of his.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter, Edward. When you were admitted you and your family signed papers agreeing you couldn't make these decisions for yourself. That you were," he started flipping through the papers he was carrying, "too much of a threat to yourself and everyone else."

Edward's mouth became a thin line when Dr. Brusky had begun speaking again.

"I'm doing a lot better now, Dr. Brusky. I'm ready to leave and I'm ready to leave now. I'll just sign any papers that you have for me."

He chuckled at his now-coherent patient. There was no way this patient could leave until he was terminated.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that, Edward. You see, we have this protocol that we must follow. One states that you cannot leave until you have completed every level of rehabilitation. After you have entered the final level, you would be evaluated. If that came out all clear, you'd be allowed to leave this facility. I'm afraid that you still have quite a bit of rehabilitation before you get there."

Edward thought it was strange that Dr. Brusky kept saying 'I'm afraid', but he got the feeling that Dr. Brusky was not afraid. Not afraid of anything, at all.

In past few weeks, Edward had just been making it look like he was taking his pills. Once his doctor was convinced that he was asleep, he'd sneak out of his room. Another patient had taught him how to unlock the door.

He had somehow managed to sneak into the computer room and did some research on Hiderdale Rehabilitation Center. The only thing was, he did research on their files.

One night Emmett had taught Edward how to hack the best of the computers. Hiderdale definitely was a difficult nut to crack. But, thanks to Emmett, Edward had succeeded with getting into their most private files. It was once he found his personal file that he knew he had to get out of there.

Dr. Brusky had made some notes about the "highest bidder". They paid him over 2,000,000 dollars, just to make sure Edward died. Edward was sure he did not want to die. It wasn't his time and he needed Bella. Even if it was just to see her one more time. He'd done research on the medication he was given, and it could have some nasty long-lasting side effects.

That was the moment he decided to get out of this cursed place.

Edward reached under his bed and pulled out the bar he had cut off from the bottom of his bed.

"You're not taking advantage of this bullshit anymore, Dr. Brusky. I'm not your puppet that you can just control. I know about the bribe that someone paid you to have me killed. I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen," Edward stated threateningly.

Dr. Brusky's smile faltered. How had Edward even been able to find out about all of this? He'd been taking his medication like always. He should have been close to death by now. How could it go this terribly wrong?

All of these thoughts were running through Dr. Brusky's head. He was interrupted from his inner musings when Edward began to speak again.

"I sure hope that you said good-bye to that pretty wife of yours this morning, Dr. Brusky. You won't be making it make to her."

Edward jumped up from the bed and ran towards Dr. Brusky.

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I considered making it longer, instead of adding two cliff-hangers. But I'm not always such a nice author. But just remember that I'm working on the next chapter as soon as I post this! So it'll just be up much quicker than usual. What do you guys say to a name? I would love to name my fans. Please message me about possible names and I'll put up a pole, if this idea is popular enough. I love you guys!