Chapter 21 | Big Bad World

September 27, 2013

BPOV

Last night Jacob was in one of his drunken rages and I bore the brunt of it. It was one of his ways to prevent me from trying to leaving. Ha! That was comical since my room had a camera and as well as outside of the house. The only other thing present was a very low bed. The windows were super high so climbing out wasn't an option. The only thing I could see were the trees and sky. Nothing sharp or heavy was anywhere to be seen. The attached bathroom was basic as well. My door stayed locked unless he came to open it. I tried to roll over in bed but I soon realize that's a big mistake. Every single part of my body hurts. From the top of my head to the soles of my feet – I've never felt pain like this before. I'm sure something is broken or sprained and I have a killer migraine. And yet, I'm all on my own. I'm in a house full of men…... 1 who is set to get revenge for his own twisted pleasure and the other four follow at his beck and call. This past week was every emotion twisted into one.

Flashback

I woke up to voices surrounding me. My eyes darting around trying to make sense of what took place some hours ago. I have no idea if my Laney Bug was safe. Did she follow what Ang and I taught her all these years? Was she taken as well and I didn't even know it? I can only imagine what Ali and Ang walked in on. I wasn't going to let Jacob take me and I didn't put up some sort of fight. I tossed décor, scratched him hard so blood would fall, and managed to type half of a message on my phone. I hope I left some of his evidence behind. My thoughts drifted to the rest of the crew. Had my friends found out yet? Did my parents manage to get to Dallas? And my handsome guy. He was supposed come over and I think he got held up on his way back. Was he blaming himself for what happened? I prayed that he didn't. No one could have guessed what took place. I leaned back in the seat and stared out the plane's window. This is NOT how I wanted my first plane ride to be.

"Hello there, sunshine" Jacob sneered as he touched me. There was no way to fight back or stop him since my hands and feet were tied.

"Get your hands off of me!" I screamed.

"Oooo, you got yourself a feisty one, boss man." A burly, tall man who was seated diagonally from me smirked. He reminded me of Emmett in appearance.

"If she knows what's best for her, she'll follow everything I say! Paul, what's our ETA?"

The figure appeared from the front of the plane carrying an iPad. He was tall as well, with a shaved head and muscular build. For some strange reason, he looked really familiar. His eyes met mine and he never looked away. "We land in 1 hour. Seth has the house all ready to go.

"Very well, you two know what to do when we get there."

I wondered what all of that meant. There was a lot of unspoken conversation going on between the three of them. I sighed and laid back in the chair. My body ached and all I wanted was some food in my system. I had no idea what time it was of where we were going. The private jet soon started its descent and I could see the runway up ahead. A man, who I assumed was Seth, stood next to a dark tinted suburban.

"Get up!" shouted Jacob.

"A little hard to do when my legs are tied together." The three men looked at each and then back towards me. Another unspoken talk taking place.

"I don't know if I could trust you not to do anything stupid. With those little stunts you pulled back at the house, you might be planning something.

I snorted.

"I'm in the middle of nowhere with you three. I'm sure all of you are armed in some kind of way. I have nothing to fight back with so obviously I don't stand a chance. What exactly am I going to do?" I leaned back and waited for a response.

"The lady makes a valid point," said the tall, big man.

"Shut up, James! Look, take the rope off her feet so she can walk. That's all! I'll be in the car." He turned away and walked to where Seth was standing. James undid the tight rope and lifted me up by the arm. Paul didn't say anything but it was as if he was holding something back. Seth was driving, Jacob was the passenger and I was seated between the two others. The ride over to this house they talked about was filled with absolute silence. Like really? No talking. No music. No nothing. My eyes felt as heavy as two logs and I struggled to stay awake.

"Don't you dare think about falling asleep."

"What are you talking about, Jacob?" I hissed.

"It's one of your many punishments. You see, no one leaves me and gets away with it.

"That was over 6 years ago! Let it go!" Before I could even move, his hand came across the backseat and slapped me. Hard.

"I don't care if it happened yesterday. I'm finally going to get what I deserve and no one will stand in my way!"

I fought back the tears that wanted to spill out. So this is what all of this was about. He was angry that I made a choice to leave. He thought it was all about him when in reality, I needed to get away for my own sanity and safety. I wondered how life would be like if I did stay. Would I have been pulled down even deeper than I already was? Would I have ended up in jail like Jacob did? I knew what he dabbled in and some of the crimes he had committed. Somehow he managed to get out early and stay on the low-low for a while.

Seth turned down a narrow, dark road. The only way to see was from the car and the moonlight. From a passerby's point of view, it didn't look like to it lead to anything. A gate came up ahead and a code was typed in. The car slowly rolled ahead and a house stood in the distance. It was massive! I noticed right away the cameras and how they stood out. I heard the water nearby as well as the frogs. Two more cars lined the long driveway. We came to a stop and all was silent.

"Paul, Seth, James – good work today. You all can do as you please. Bella and I have some catching up to do." My stomach dropped as I watched the three men make their way into the house. Paul had that same odd look in his eyes before he turned away. Jacob pulled me from the back, his grip tightening on my arms. He pushed me inside and turned on a light. The kitchen was to the left and the living area on the right. There were stairs that led to the guy's room. My room was downstairs just off the hallway with Jacob right next to me. Oh, what joy.

"You will do all of the cooking, cleaning, and anything else that we ask. If you can't comply, you'll probably wish you were dead already. There is a camera in your room and I'm sure you noticed the ones outside. Your room will remain locked until one of us comes and gets you. Don't try anything and you'll make this easier on all of us. Understood?"

I looked down at my shoes and rolled my eyes. "Yes, crystal clear." He pointed for me to walk to my room. There was chair seated in the middle with wires running down the back of it. A control panel sat on the side. What was this?

"Take a seat." I moved to the chair and sat down. He immediately placed sensors on my abdomen, head, chest, back and then tied my feet back together.

"Since you can't seem to keep your hands to yourself, I'm going to teach you a lesson. If you started to fall asleep, this lovely control here will send off wavelengths of shock. It'll start off very small and then progressively get more painful. I'll be watching from my room until I need to rest."

"And when will it stopped?" I whispered.

"I'll think about it. Might be in a few hours, might be all night. Who knows!"

He touched me again and ran his fingers across my face. "I never stopped wishing you were back in my arms, Bella. Now we finally have a second chance."

I glared at him and reigned in anything I really wanted to say. With one last look, he slammed the door behind him.

Jacob didn't turn the machine off until 10 the next morning. That was 12 hours of fighting sleep and a couple of zaps here and there. He wanted to "celebrate" my birthday and made me consume an insane amount of alcohol. I hadn't touched it since I was with him. I spent Monday and Tuesday, stuck to the toilet. Wednesday and was fairly routine. I did what was asked of me and I never was bothered by anything crazy. Yesterday, something must have happened because it was the first time Jacob had lashed out. He barged into my room, shouting and cursing. I was his target. I was the one he wanted to unleash pain on. It didn't last too long and he collapsed on the floor. Now, here I was, hoping that whatever came next I could handle. The door swung open and there he was holding a glass filled with liquid.

"Here, drink this."

"What is it?"

"Does it matter? Do you want more punishment?"

I grabbed the cup and swallowed it all. He snatched it back, locked my door and hurried out. I laid back and tried to get into comfortable position. Within minutes, I knew he had spiked my drink with something. Everything got hazy and I struggled to stay awake. That's the last thing I remember before going under.