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Chapter 21

With each step further into the woods, I start to feel a pull. Going with that, it doesn't surprise me to see it leads me straight to a structure. Staying as low as I can, I approach the outskirts of the cabin. I can feel the intensity of the pull.

"Everyone, stay here," I whisper moving closer to the cabin. Leaning against the wooden wall, trying hard to hear for any sounds or movements from inside. I know for sure Bella's in there, the pull is now overwhelming.

I let out a long breath, there's less than a half an hour before Phil is due to call again. There's no way I want him to try calling now. If he does, it will give me away.

I look in the window above my head seeing the kitchen area. Keeping my movements slow and precise, I slide the window open. Looking back at Charlie and giving him the five minute signal, before moving inside the cabin as quietly as I can.

After getting inside I'm even surer that Phil, for whatever reason, is not here right now, but Bella's here.

I start to make my way around, knowing the kitchen is clear. There are two doorways off the kitchen: the first is a food pantry, which has very little food. I reach the second doorway and find it's the back door, which I open and leave that way. Moving into the main room of the cabin, I see four more doors. I move to the closest door on the right, which is open. I move into the bedroom, there is just a dresser and a bed. I drop down looking under the bed, which is clear. I make my way back out heading for the next door which is dark. My heart thumps out and my brain internally is screaming Bella's name. I switch the light on keeping my gun raised.

I feel my knees weaken as I look at Bella, who is tied to a chair. Her hair is matted with some dried blood, and her beautiful face has bruises on it.

"Doll, I'm here, just need to look in two more doors," I say but the heartbreaking look on her face makes me feel weak.

Hearing a squeak I turn sharply with my finger on the trigger ready to fire.

"It's me," Charlie says in a light whisper. He looks over my shoulder to see Bella, and I can see some of the tenseness leave his body.

"Two more rooms to check, you stay with her," I say walking out.

The next room I get to is the bathroom, which has nowhere for Phil to hide. The final room I enter is another bedroom with two wardrobes and a bed. I look under the bed first, then inside the wardrobes. Everything is clear; no one is here besides Bella.

"We have Bella and the cabin is clear; keep your eyes open, and get a medic in here immediately," I say into the radio, as I move back to the room Bella is in.

I put my gloves on as I get to her, glad I'm wearing a camera, to record what I'm seeing and doing. I keep my eyes on her as I slowly take the gag off of her.

"Daddy," Bella sobs out.

"I'm here kid, I am here, but ..." he trails off. I can hear the pain in his voice over the fact he can't just pull Bella into his arms.

Bella's eyes close as I start to remove the rope from around her arms.

"Phil left about an hour ago; he was meeting someone in La Push."

I nod at her as the CSI officer comes in and starts to help me.

"I ... I don't know who he was meeting, but I think he was bringing him back here. I think he was planning on selling me," Bella's voice breaks at the end as she sobs a little.

I feel the anger boil up inside of me. As soon as Bella's free, she flies into her dad's open arms sobbing.

I remove my gloves placing them in the correct bag. I move to her kissing her head and she turns holding herself to me.

"Please, I need you, don't get yourself killed," Bella cries.

I close my eyes feeling relieved that she already knows that I'm going after him and getting this fucker right now.

"I'll meet you at the hospital, love, don't worry."

Kissing her one last time before looking at Charlie. I know he'll watch her, but I just need to tell him to do it anyway.

The medical crew leaves with Charlie, Bella and two other policemen, while detective dickhead and I start moving around the woods toward La Push. We know Phil should be close by, we just don't know where. Most of the officers are closer to the cabin, and CSI is still there gathering evidence.

"You go left, I'll go right," the dickhead says.

I nod and move off.

I hear a movement behind me and I turn to see an older man I've never seen before.

"Freeze, I'm detective C ... Masen," I say quickly changing my last name in case this is the man Phil was meeting. I watch the man carefully for any signs that he's up to no good. "We believe there may be a man holding a teenage girl somewhere out here."

I hold back my smile when he briefly twitches.

"I'm out here camping and decided to go for a hike," the man says.

"Well, I need to get you back to the campsite," I say moving closer to him. As soon as I'm close enough I slap the handcuffs on him.

"Where is Phil?" I grit out.

"I don't have a clue who you're talking about," he yells back.

"Shut the fuck—" I'm cut off by a body ramming into mine.

"Aren't you meant to be on a fucking plane getting my boy out?" Phil sneers as he puts his hands around my neck.

I put my hand in between his gripping the side of his ear and hair. I use my hold to bring his head down as I jerk my own up, head butting him with enough force to make him lose his grip on me.

Phil and my movements become a blur of who has the upper hand. Suddenly, I hear a gun fire, and I feel the burning pain as the bullet hits my arm. I look at it, and see it's only a flesh wound, but it feels like my skin is on fire.

"Stefan," Phil says with a smile.

I turn to see the man has been able to get out of the handcuffs during Phil's and my exchange. Phil moves to him taking my gun from his shaking hand.

"Just so you know that bitch will be a whore the rest of her life now," Phil smirks at me as gunfire rings in my ear. I watch him fall to the ground and I see detective dickhead behind him with his gun still raised.

"Don't even think about it!" he yells out, as the older man moves toward my gun.

As detective dickhead gets the handcuffs back on him, I call for back up. My eyes flick to Phil and I can see his eyes are open, but there's no life in them at all. He's clearly dead and after ten years, this entire nightmare is finally over.

A/N: So detective dickhead wasn't a bad guy after all, some of you were concerned. What are your thoughts?