I have a huge migraine. And I think my right eye is a little bit swollen…idk, I'm just in a pissy, terrible mood.

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BPOV

Dead.

I felt dead. Was I dead? I shifted my arm slightly, but the bindings didn't allow much movement. I winced as the car hit a bump in the road and my head smacked against the bottom of the trunk.

Nope. Judging by the throbbing pain in my head and wrists, I was still alive.

I just felt hopeless. And unloved. How could he do this? James had told me he loved me, and now he does this? I tried to take deep breaths and memories flooded my mind. I had been a different person with James. Obedient, dependent, and just plain pathetic. I brought this on myself; this was all my fault. I was causing people worry, because I hadn't been able to handle anything the right way.

Edward probably didn't care. He had probably found himself a girl that was good enough for him; one that wasn't so screwed up and just…damaged.

Because I was damaged. I was scarred and hurt and ruined. James had taken me and broken me, and I didn't deserve someone like Edward. He should find someone better than me before I could totally fuck up his life. And then his velvet voice rang in my ears.

"I'm falling in love with you, Bella."

Falling in love with me. Edward Cullen was falling in love with me.

I loved him, more than anything. I loved him so much it was indescribable. What I had felt with James, that was not love. This, this feeling that has kept me sane the last couple of weeks, is love. Pure, perfect, love.

I love him, and I may never get to tell him.

Because this son of a bitch thinks he owns me. He wants to hurt me again, but that's not going to happen. I'm going to get away.

I have to.

Everything is depending on it.

EPOV

"She dropped her cell phone?" Renée asked skeptically. "That's your big break?" The police officer rolled his eyes and flipped Bella's phone open.

"Well, if something did happen, she may have managed to text someone or take a picture…" he hit a button on her phone and a grainy video appeared on the screen "or even a video." He said triumphantly, and Renée grabbed the phone from him, squinting at the poor quality video, her hands shaking.

"Damn." She hissed. "It was him, he hurt her again!" She cried, dropping the phone an holding her hands over her eyes, like she could no longer bear to look.

"James?" I asked bending to pick up the phone.

"I'm going to need some information on this guy." The officer said, replaying the 13 second long video. It made me sick to watch, so I turned my head to Renée. "You say he's going to hurt her again?" Renée nodded, her eyes filling with tears again.

"He was her boyfriend from Arizona. Last March…he raped her. It wasn't the first time. But I didn't know, I wasn't there…" She trailed off, her eyes glassy. "James abused her, too. Verbally and physically." She added quietly. "He went to jail, but he wasn't given the maximum sentence. 2 years of jail, with time off for good behavior. I can't believe this; I wasn't there to stop him; to help my baby." I patted her arm awkwardly, knowing that Renée must be feeling extremely guilty, even though this wasn't her fault. If anything, I held a majority of the blame. I shouldn't have left her here alone…

"I'm going to make a call." The officer said gruffly, exiting the room with Bella's phone still in his hand.

"Shouldn't you call Bella's father?" I asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. Renée dropped her head, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"He's going to blame me for everything." She whispered, balling her hands up into fists.

"He should know, though. His daughter is missing, he should know that-" I was interrupted by my vibrating cell phone. I looked down at the screen and inhaled sharply.

Emmett.

"I have to take this." I said quickly, smiling apologetically at Renée as I walked over to the window, absentmindedly looking at the ground below. "Hello?" I answered as Renée quietly left the room, on the phone herself.

"It's Emmett." The gruff voice I knew so well said, and I rolled my eyes.

"I figured. Did Rosalie talk to you?" I asked, my voice hard.

"That's kind of why I called." He said sheepishly. "She told me everything you said, and I just wanted to say thank you. I, uh, know it hasn't been easy for you to accept our relationship." His actually sounded sincere, which was very rare for Emmett. "And Rose told me everything about Bella. I'm sorry man. Where's Bella now?" My breath caught and I closed my eyes.

"We don't know." I said softly, gazing out the window. Emmett took a while to respond, but when he finally did…

"What?!" He shouted, so loud I actually pulled the phone away.

"She's gone." I croaked, leaning my forehead against the window with my eyes still shut tight. "We don't know where, but we think her exboyfriend had something to do with it."

"Well, are you looking for her?" Emmett asked, and I could hear commotion in the background.

"It's only been a couple of hours, the police say-"

"Dammit, Edward, Rosalie told me everything. He could be hurting her, do you understand that? You have to go find her."

I couldn't believe Emmett was the one trying to talk some common sense into me.

"What?" I asked stupidly, looking out the window once more. Something on the ground caught my eye. In the rare ray of sunlight, something…metallic was shining up at me from the ground. Red metallic liquid, only a little bit, winking up at me in the sun. It was blood. It was her blood.

"Edward, I'm coming to get you." Emmett declared. "Where are you?"

"Bella's." I croaked, transfixed at the small blood spot on the yawn that now stuck out like a sore thumb.

"We'll be there in ten minutes." Emmett shouted, and I dropped the phone unceremoniously.

He had made her bleed. He was hurting her. Bella was hurt. I have to find her.

I have to.

Everything is depending on it.

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Yep, my right eye is definitely swollen. I have to go get some eyedrops or something…

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie