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For those of you who do not know this, neither I nor my beta has absolutely any fucking literary degree what so ever…surprise…surprise. I do not know where all the comas, colons, semi colons, and what the hell sentence structure should be. I have Autocorrect for that people. My beta fixes my where, were, here, hear, there, their, they're issues and makes sure it sounds good. (which she is damn fanfuckingtastic at) I type, it looks good and I'm done lol. I send it off to her, she yells at me for the hundredth time about my were and where issues, fixes it and sends it back. If it bugs you DON'T READ IT or suffer through the amateurs mistakes…cuz this is a hobby people, a really fabulous one and I'm not getting a degree in literature any time soon.

I did not answer all the reviews because let's face it my phone is an awesome phone, but sadly doesn't like FF. It will not let me get onto FF and I'm rarely near an internet connection for my computer. I did however read ALL of the reviews because they do come to my phone email. I do have to say…some of you made me laugh so hard from you're reviews Sarah *cough* and *cough* Jess…that I nearly PMSL. I am so touched how many of you are now following and reading this story. I never could have imagined it would be so loved. When I started this I figured a few hundred, but it's so much more I'm blown away. I truly do appreciate every one of you and am glad you chose to join my crazy world.

I want to make one thing very clear…I WILL FINISH THIS STORY! I have been asked by many and the answer is YES I will not abandon it. I have the outline for the entire thing done. It just takes me time to write the chapters. I am a single mom with two adorable (annoying) smart (intelligent to the point of madness) wonderful (only want to kill them daily) children (demon spawn) who I love with ALL my heart and they take up a lot of my time. I write in my spare time (when I lock myself in the bathroom and pretend to go potty so I get five minutes to myself) so please bear with me. I will finish it I swear.

I have to give a huge shout out and thank you to my Beta Mandee who is the best beta ever…we have been friends for twenty-four years (or as she likes to say since we were one because we are going to be twenty-five…again lol) and she takes the time out of her busy schedule of being a single working mom to a teenager (demon spawn with developed super powers) to edit this story. I couldn't do it without her.

I also have to thank Sarah who has decided (tied me down, beat me senseless until I agreed to her demands) to be my pre-reader. Thank you again Sarah.

I split this chapter into two POV and it's also a two maybe three part chapter. I hope it works and you're okay with it…but if not too damn bad lol. I wanted you to see everyone's POV on what's taking place and I just couldn't fit it in one chapter without it being cut a lot. I'd rather you have everything instead of it being hasty and rushed. Even if that means a cliffie *warning bell sounds*

So here you go…Bella finally waking up…get the popcorn and enjoy.

Hail Mary: An offensive play where the quarterback throws the ball up in the air without really targeting any particular receiver, hoping someone on his team catches it.

Chapter 24: Hail Mary

BPOV

I knew I was beginning to wake up, when the ongoing drip…drip…drip of the bathroom faucet started to drive me crazy. Charlie had fixed the damn thing, a week after I moved into the dorm because I just couldn't get any damn sleep with its reoccurring annoyance. Apparently, the thing broke again and it needed to be fixed ASAP, if I ever wanted a restful sleep. I dreaded shit like this. I hated anything that disturbed my slumber. If I didn't get at least eight or nine hours of sleep, I was an ornery cow, and would bite everyone's head off. I definitely wasn't a morning person anyway, so this was going to make my day, as well as everyone else's, hell. I knew if I wanted to get back to sleep, I'd have to climb my happy ass out of bed, and shut it off. I felt like I had been run over by a truck and so I didn't want to move. Apparently my body agreed because when I tried to open my eyes, they protested profusely. If I didn't know better I would have sworn they were glued shut. Well, if my eyes didn't want to cooperate, I decided I'd just lay there and hope I could fall back to sleep.

It was some time later the damn dripping brought me back around and I realized I did fall back to sleep. This time I didn't even try to open my eyes because they still felt a little glued. Instead, I decided to just shift myself off the bed, and walk to the bathroom half asleep. I so didn't want to move, but I really needed to pee. I sent the damn request to my legs to move, but they didn't cooperate like I had hoped.

What the hell?

This morning was so not working out for me at all, but I knew there was no way sleep would prevail this time with my bladder full. I tried lifting my arms, to rub my protesting eyes with my hands, so I could see where I was going. They didn't move, either one of them, and I began to panic. As soon as my heart rate increased a beeping sounded, which startled me even more, and my anxiety level increased. The beeping also sped up. I'm not sure if it was the anxiety, or what exactly made it happen, but my eyes flew open. I quickly looked around and realized I was in a hospital. I had IV's attached to my arm. The beeping was actually my heart monitor and BP warning, but what I really noticed was the feeling of peace that washed over me.

My vision became blurry so I shut my eyes once again, and a tear escaped. It only took a moment for everything to come back to me; I remembered Charlie and I moving to Texas so he could be body guard to Edward Cullen, or that's what everyone thought when we were actually running from Forks. I remembered meeting Edward that first time on the football field, and everything that happened between us. How Edward saved me from Jake when he drugged me. I remembered Jake messing up and sending mail to Isabella Swan instead of Elizabeth Dwyer, putting me in danger. I even remembered how we had to tell Edward and the others why I was hiding and Edward and Charlie making me a prisoner in his home. Tears began to fall and I couldn't stop them.

A sob escaped me as the not so great memories of how Edward and Charlie tried to protect me. They had lied about my safety, making me crazy and left feeling like a prisoner. I remembered how I escaped, the dreadful outcome at the lingerie shop and the fact that I had been in captivity for nearly six months.

The tears were coming even faster now as I remembered the sick shit Embry and his demented brother put me through. All the time I was gone and the memories of how the girls were tortured and killed. I wanted to open my eyes so I wouldn't see their scared faces, torture marks, or bruised bodies. I was crying so hard by that time that I couldn't open my eyes if I wanted to. The bed was shaking with every gasp I took and silent sobs were escaping me. The beeping started going faster and I didn't care. I didn't care because I was in a hospital and I was safe.

I had been found.

"Bella…" I heard Charlie gasp as he skidded into the room and it was the best thing I had ever heard.

"Dad?" I choked out through a sob that sounded like I had smoked four packs a day for forty years.

I felt his hand take mine, "Yeah Bells it's me…you're safe."

EPOV

Charlie and Paul returned about fifteen minutes later with Sam right on their asses. Sam and Paul left, but Charlie stuck around. We were on pins and needles already waiting for Bella to come around, but Charlie looked even worse than when he left.

"You okay Charlie?" I asked hoping like hell he'd tell me what the fuck had just happened because something major went down.

"Yeah," Is all he replied and I knew I wasn't going to get any more of an answer. I needed to get him talking before I went insane. Not only because the quiet was getting on my nerves, but there were things I wanted to know. I decided, if he wouldn't tell me what went down, I'd ask him a question I really wanted the answer too. Paul had said he was Allison's son and that had been eating at me ever since. I thought her son was left behind.

"So…what's the story with Paul…he told me he was Allison's kid?" I asked hoping he would answer. Charlie looked at me like I had two heads for the briefest second and then granted me the answer I was looking for.

"Yeah…Paul was the little boy she left behind…I…uh…I wasn't able to get him away from his sick abusive father until he was thirteen."

"Thirteen…and his dad abused him-"

"Paul was in the ICU because his dad went a little too far…Allison was called and that was all I needed to save him and bring him home…well to our house…it was a little odd at first, but Bella was a peach. She really helped Paul adjust and they became quite close." Charlie stated matter-of-factly.

"Kinda always thought they'd get together…"he chuckled, "With the way they acted around each other the first three or four years."

"What do you mean "acted around each other"?" I asked a little more harshly than I expected which made Charlie chuckle again.

Yeah I was a little jealous…so fucking what?

"They acted more like a couple during Bella's teenage years…that is until Jake turned sixteen…then things changed."

"Changed how?" I asked with my eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

Charlie shrugged, "Not sure what happened but…about four months before Paul met Rachel…that's Jake's sister…Paul and Bella just stopped hanging out much and she started being around Jake more...then Paul joined the police force…we'd see him occasionally…and after his mother was…killed…a few months after he got his badge…it became less frequent…"Charlie rubbed his brow in thought, but I just sat there quietly because I knew there was more to be told.

"I think it was hard on Paul…the death of Allison…Bella was sixteen…so Paul would have been almost twenty-one…well and his career kept him busy...well and Rachel too of course." Charlie grinned.

"Wait so…he's you're step son and Billy's son-in-law?" I asked with my eyebrows raised.

"Well…yes and no…Rachel and Paul moved really fast…they were married only a few weeks after their first date." Charlie chuckled. "Billy was not happy at all about it."

"Yeah I bet not." I chuckled and Charlie just smiled.

"Anyway…the marriage bombed out less than a year into it…Paul's career kept him away and it just didn't work out for Rachel." Charlie shrugged.

"Yeah I can imagine…being married to a cop must be hard…long hours…worrying about them not coming home and all." I shrugged.

"Yeah…Paul moved into the force quickly…he was the youngest officer to make it up the chain into sergeant as fast as he did." Charlie said with pride. "He moved back in with me…after Rachel left him…and that's when I put my foot down." Charlie scowled.

"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion.

"Well he was twenty-four and going through a divorce…and Bella was almost eighteen and impressionable. When they were younger it was different, but things had changed…and I wouldn't have my daughter married to a cop when she already had me to worry about." Charlie half growled.

"So you-"

"I told Paul I'd shoot his ass if he went there." Charlie smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. I knew the feeling of Charlie's wrath when it came to Bella and she's a few years older now. I kinda felt sorry for Paul.

"She met Embry three weeks later and you know the rest." Charlie shrugged.

The sound of Bella's machines going ape shit brought us both to our feet and Charlie made it to her room first. I waited a few minutes to make sure he had his time with his daughter, and to make sure I could collect myself, and give them a few minutes. I waited about…three minutes and then…I walked in the door just as she was wiping her eyes. She had obviously been crying and I was hoping it was from realizing she was safe and not because of pain.

Charlie looked over his shoulder at me, as the door shut, and then back to Bella, "I'll be back later." He said and left with a squeeze to my shoulder as he passed.

I waited for him to shut the door before I looked at her. When her eyes met mine, I knew she was home. She was back, well as back as she could be, because let's face it there was a fuck load of healing she would have to do. Yet, as those chocolate brown eyes looked into mine, I knew my girl was still there and she had come home.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek but I didn't give two flying fucks. I had the woman who held my heart right in front of me. Staring at me with the eyes I had missed. I wanted to run to her, grab her in my arms, and hold on for dear life. I wanted to kiss every inch of her and make sweet passionate love to her for hours. I wanted to tell her how much I missed her. Tell her that I was sorry I had kept her prisoner. How sorry I was that I didn't tell her the danger she was in and beg for her forgiveness. Forgiveness for letting him take her, forgiveness for the fact I couldn't protect her and forgiveness for what happened to her and most of all because if I wouldn't have been such a controlling douche this wouldn't have happened. I wanted to ask her forgiveness for being a self-centered egotistical bastard when we found her. That's what I wanted to do, but instead the only thing that came out of my mouth was…

"Hi"

"Hi," she said back but quickly looked away.

I grabbed the chair out of the corner, walked over to the bed and sat down. Bella was staring at her hands, which she was ringing in her lap, and biting her lip. I reached over and pulled down on her lip releasing it from her teeth. I saw a tear slide down her face so with my other hand I reached out and wiped it off her cheek with the pad of my thumb.

"You look like shit." She said still staring at her hands making me chuckle.

"So do you." I said which made her smile. Even though the smile was weak I took pride in the fact that she had one. I had missed that smile for so long and even a weak one was better than nothing. She still hadn't looked at me so I reached over, with my thumb and forefinger and tilted her chin toward me. Her head moved in my direction but she kept her eyes cast down.

"Bella…look at me," I said but instead of doing it she closed her eyes and another tear fell down her cheek.

"Bella…Isabella…look…at…me," I said more sternly. She slowly lifted her eyes to mine.

"There are the beautiful eyes I wanted to see." I said with a smile.

She only looked at me for a second before lowering her eyes and grabbing the blanket into her hands. She started twisting and soon the sheet was bunched up into a little ball between her fingers. There was so much that needed to be said, so much that the air was thick with tension. It was obvious she was in her head and not going to say anything so I decided to break the ice.

"Bella-"

"I pictured your face and that's what kept me going." She said in a whisper. I opened my mouth to speak but she continued before I could.

"The things…" She swallowed hard before she continued. "The things they did…I thought of you so I would…be okay…I pictured your face and voice…as much as possible…it's what kept me sane…while I was gone."

"Bella-"

"He made me watch you on Thanksgiving…and it was so hard not to show emotion…you were right there…on the TV…right in front of me…and I wanted to reach out and touch you…I saw how much pain you were in…I watched the whole first half…in…in…agony…because you hadn't taken care of yourself…why didn't you take care of yourself Edward?" She asked as she quickly looked at me. I opened my mouth to answer but she spoke again before I had the chance. "I saw the change after half time…I saw you smile…and my heart swelled inside…but I never showed him that…that's what he wanted was to get a rise out of me…when I saw you…it nearly killed me, but I never showed how much I love you." She said.

"I love you too." I said and she smiled but looked at her hands that were twisting the sheet.

"You looked so bad during the first half…like you hadn't slept in weeks."

"I hadn't slept in weeks…Bella…I-"

"You're the reason I held on so long Edward…I was just about to give up…but that game saved me from…ending my life…" I saw the tears start to run down her cheeks and I lifted my hand to wipe them away, but she rubbed her eyes before I could. My heart was breaking for my poor Bella. God only knew what she went through. The fear she felt, amongst other things, had to have been beyond understanding for her to want to end her life. I felt the tears start to pour down my cheeks as I continued to listen.

"I couldn't take one more day in their psychotic fucked up world. I couldn't take one more day of wondering, "is this the day I die?" So I decided I would choose. I knew I wasn't going to be found. I knew I was going to die. It was only a matter of time before Embry went crazy on me too, or went crazy on his psychotic brother. I hoped, but I didn't know if you were looking for me."

"We never stopped Bella." I whispered. I was breaking inside for the woman sitting in front of me. I wanted so badly to take away everything she had been through. I wanted to fix it because I could see the damage those fucking bastards had done. They had broken her with their madness. My strong, carefree, loving woman had been broken to a scared, frightened little girl with no hope. So much so that she wanted to die because she thought we would give up on her. I wish I fucking knew what those bastards did to her. I want to kill them for her. I want to beat the shit out of them until they couldn't walk. My God, WHAT did they do to her? A sob left me making Bella look up. She frowned, lifted her hand to my face and placed her hand on my cheek. She continued talking before I could say anything and I knew she just needed to get out whatever she needed to say.

"After half time Embry and his brother left me upstairs by myself…to…to go…to take care of one of the women" She dropped her hand from my face and went back to her blanket. I cringed at her use of "take care" not even wanting to know what it meant. I had a pretty good idea after seeing the shit hole she was in, but didn't want to think too much of it. She wiped her eyes again, but still looked at her hands. She had untwisted the sheet and was starting to twist it up again.

"I saw Allison's necklace and I knew…I knew you hadn't given up on me so I kept going." I lifted her chin so she would look at me again.

"Bella…I-"

"Edward." She said on a sigh and I just sat quietly, holding her chin up, waiting for her to finish.

"What baby?" I asked when I could see she wasn't going to finish her thought. She started twisting the sheet in her hands again, and dropped her eyes from mine, so I let her chin drop. We sat there in silence and I didn't push, because I knew she would speak when she was ready.

"It's okay." She said and I narrowed my eyes in confusion.

"What is?"

"You…moving on after such a long time. It's okay." She said twisting the sheet even tighter and I gasped. I had no clue what the fuck she was talking about. She couldn't think I would just leave her and move on while she was missing. There was no way in hell I was going to allow her to even go there. I wasn't some kind of bastard…okay I was a bastard…but I wasn't one to just leave the person I loved. For fuck sakes, I had been in totally agony when she was gone. Even she said she saw that. I felt the anger start to rise inside me and I kept it to a minimum and took a deep breath before I answered.

"Isabella…what are you talking about?" it still came out as more of a growl than I had intended, but I was pissed she thought so poorly of me.

"I've been gone so long and I'm sure you found someone else…I don't blame you." Her eyes flashed to me for a moment but then she looked back down at her hands and continued. "I mean you must have thought I was dead…so it's okay and you don't have to stick around on my account. I know you love me…still in a way…but you can…"

I didn't hear the rest of what she was saying. I wasn't sure what the hell she thought or how long she thought she'd been gone, but there was no way in hell I'd found someone else. Yes, before Isabella things were different, but not now. I loved this woman, even though I didn't realize it totally until she was gone, and if she thought for one second I would do such a fucking thing as to "move on" when she was out there suffering…well that just fucking chapped my ass. For her to think I could move on in five weeks was fucking insane, but I wasn't going to say that to her. I sure as hell was going to nip this in the bud right fucking now.

"There isn't anyone else Bella…I'm here because I want to be…I missed you every fucking day you were gone." I couldn't hold back the sob this time completely that came out of me. I swallowed and continued. "I fucking love you damn it and I'm just so fucking glad to have you home." I sniffled. Yes I sniffled like a bitch…but…well fuck you…you'd sniffle too…so shut the fuck up. She looked at me and opened her mouth to speak but I held up my hand so I could finish.

"I'm not sure if I should be happy you think I'm so fabulous, I have girls just waiting to jump on it when you disappeared, or mad as fucking hell because you think I'd actually do it when-"

"I've been gone for six months!" She half yelled as her head snapped toward mine and I nearly fell out of my chair.

"WHAT…Nooooo…baby…you were only gone for five weeks." I stated matter-of-factly as I grabbed her in a hug. I just needed to hold onto her and let her know I wasn't going anywhere. She pulled back but didn't let go, so she could look me in the eye, and the look of confusion on her face was prominent.

"I…I don't understand…my periods…girls…time…Embry…how…I…I" She stuttered as a look of confusion still plastered itself on Bella's face. I could see she was trying really hard to rationalize what I was saying. I decided maybe a little more information would help because obviously something wasn't adding up to her. She needed to process the information and then I'd answer her questions, but she needed more information by the look on her face. I pulled her close to me again so her head was resting on my chest. I placed my hand on her head and stroked her hair. I held onto her as tightly as I could as I spoke.

"Baby…you were abducted on November seventeenth…today is December nineteenth…we found you four days ago on the fifteenth. That's five weeks."

Bella started shaking uncontrollably and I wrapped my arms around her tighter. I tried to shush her as I stroked her hair and even though I tried to make it out I could only catch a few words as she sobbed into my chest. "I…time…women…five weeks…not…possible." Bella just kept repeating the same words over and over and she started shaking even harder. I held on to her for dear life as I pushed the call button and screamed for Charlie.

*Dives inside the bullet proof, impenetrable glass box*

Before you kill me you have to know THIS one I did on purpose and I did warn you in my opening A/N. I had to it was getting too long. I however do have the next chapter well on its way. I will post a teaser on the blog and the FB page. I will hurry fast I swear.

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