BPOV

I had no top on as James dragged me back to my room when he was done with me. I felt nothing. No embarrassment, no hate, no self pity, nothing.

He placed me against the bed and smirked at me.

"Thanks Bella. Just like old times, huh?" he said. I made no attempt at acknowledging him. I heard him close the door.

"Mom?" I heard Kasey whisper. The lights flickered on, and I heard someone gasp.

"Bella?" it was Olivia, Phoenix and Gianna. They put their hands in front of me. Gianna shook me a little, Phoenix snapped her fingers in my face, and Olivia just stared at me horror struck

"Mom!" Kasey cried helplessly. "Mommy, please!" She buried her head in my lap and cried. I couldn't make a move to hug her or comfort her.

I was afraid to touch her.

They did it. They finally did it. They broke me.

EPOV

I walked downstairs. Esme, Rose, Alice, and Charlotte were in the kitchen huddled in a circle.

"Where are the guys and Jane?" I asked calmly.

"Oh they're outside trying to figure out where Bella is now." Esme smiled probably relieved that I was calm. I nodded. I brought the letter out of my pocket and threw it in the little circle they made.

"I'll fix the wall." I promised. "But you guys could've told me." I said gently and went outside ignoring their shocked faces.

All the guys and Jane were huddled around talking.

"Do we have any leads?" I asked. They all shook their heads sadly. "Wait a minute, so you guys think that since you know where Phil is that he would pack up and leave?" I asked.

"Yeah, he would think that we would come back." Peter nodded, but Jasper and Emmett looked at me all grins.

I smiled. "Ah but that's what he wants you to think." they all looked at me.

"You think that Phil is still there?" Charlie asked.

"What could it hurt to double check?" I asked. Carlisle and Charlie nodded thoughtfully. Charlie brought his walkie talkie to his lips.

"We've got a lead boys. We're heading back to building A." he said.

"Confirmed." a scratchy voice on the other end replied.

"Let's move!" Emmett boomed.

As we all loaded into the cars I stared out the window with my gun in my hand.

Hold in there Bells. I thought. We're coming.

BPOV

"What's going on?" Felix entered the room. Gianna threw herself at him wrapping her arms around him. I watched her incredulously.

How could she trust him? I thought.

"Felix!" Gianna sobbed. "They did it Felix!" she cried.

"What?" he asked.

"They broke her!" Kasey wailed her eyes burning with hate. Felix still looked confused, but then he looked past Gianna, and gasped.

"Bella!" he stumbled forward. But when he kneeled in front of me he was James. He grabbed my shoulder's and started leaning towards me.

"NO!" I screamed thrashing around.

Kasey POV(OMG!)

Felix stumbled towards mom, and put his hands on her shoulders. Immediately, mom began to thrash around screaming.

"Mom!" I screamed sobbing. This was so hard to see my mom, strong, stubborn, and beautiful starting to turn catatonic.

Some how, I don't know where it came from, mom was waving a knife around like a crazy person. She scraped Felix, but only ripping his shirt.

"Mom!" I cried. She could hurt herself. With out thinking I ran forward determined to make her calm down. "Mom, please stop, ah!" I cried dropping to the floor considering she just cut my hands. At the sound of my cry, my mom's head snapped up and she dropped the knife.

"Kasey?" she whispered and looked around. She looked at Felix's shirt.

"I'm so sorry." she said but aimed this at me. That's when I noticed that James, Phil, Alec, and Sylvia were standing in the doorway. They must have heard the screams.

"You had a knife?" Phil mused. "This whole time?"

Mom bowed her head.

"Well," Phil sneered. "I think that you're someone we don't need anymore Isabella." he raised a gun.

"No!" I opened my mouth to scream this, but someone beat me to it, and tackled Phil.

It was Alec.

The gun skidded on the floor away from Phil. James was too bust trying to get Alec off of Phil.

So I dove for the gun but Sylvia pushed me. The gun slipped out of my hands and into moms. She stood up shakily with the gun but Sylvia yanked on her arm. Mom cried out and her shoulder began to bleed. Felix ran forward and put pressure on her shoulder. Me, Gianna, and Phoenix dove for the gun again but we were tackled to the floor.

I looked up from the tears of pain to see Phil glaring at us all.

"What the hell is the matter with you people?" he shouted frustrated. I noticed Sylvia pick the gun up from behind him. "James, and Alec are being idiots, you girls are trying to kill me, Felix is betraying me, Isabella's going insane, and Sylvia, you're being-" Sylvia cleared her throat. Phil spun around and grinned when he saw that she had the gun.

"Good, girl, now give me the gun." he held his hand out.

"I don't think so." she shook her head and aimed the gun at mom.

"Sylvia!" Phil roared enraged that she wouldn't listen to him. "You stupid whore! Stop being a bitch and give me the damn gun!"

I saw the tears in Sylvia's eyes. She closed her eyes and looked away. She let out a laugh, and did something unexpected.

BPOV

Sylvia let out a strangled laugh. Then, she shot Phil. This barely registered in my thoughts. I was mostly focusing on the pain in my shoulder.

Sylvia watched as Phil fell to the floor with a bullet in his forehead. She looked at him with wide eyes. She began to laugh and sob at the same time. Then she began to scream along with the laughs and sobs.

"Freeze police!" I heard. "Nobody move!"

Spots invaded my vision and my head spun.

"Oh god! No Bella, no!" I heard a familiar voice.

"Edward?" I whispered searching for his face. Some many faces were around me. Bu then I found him. I knew it was him by his bright green eyes and unruly hair. "Edward." I smiled a little.

"Bella." I felt him grab my hand, and I didn't flinch away. "Bella listen to me. I love you."

I smiled slightly. "Finally." I breathed. "I love you too." and the darkness overwhelmed me.

Wow. Pretty eventful huh? Please review. I hope you liked this chapter. Just a few more to go till the end of the story. : (