Chapter 25.

Bella Swan

Every smack to the face, blow to the stomach or cheek hurt a million times worse than the last. I could feel a new bruise arising or gaining a deeper shade of violet every time Officer Duck or his assistant who's name I didn't catch slugged me again.

I hadn't remembered being hand cuffed to the little steel chair beneath me or being placed in this interrogation room with no windows that weren't barred or even one of those two way mirrors you only saw in shows like CSI , NYPD or Law and Order. No, this was just a eight by eight, concrete room that was hotter than the flames of Hell itself. I only remember being awoken by an absurdly large amount of ice cold water being poured over my entire body, making me gasp for much needed oxygen as I screamed out in agony. My skin still prickled form the freezing sensation.

"How many?" Officer Duck hissed at me as he grabbed my face roughly with on very strong hand. I gasped as betraying tears kept rolling down my face. He wanted to know how many people Edward and his family had killed over the past few months I was with them. He wanted to know if I had any involvement and what were the names of the people. There was no such thing as good cop, bad cop with these two. There was only beat-the-chick-to-a-pulp cop.

I was shaking from fear, lack of water, lack of food, the freezing air hitting my body, the violent coughs that rocked from my body every few minutes. I was sure my lips were already busted in several spots from what I could feel and I was even sure one of these men were wearing a wedding band or graduation ring from what the blows felt like against my face.

I mustered as much bloody spit in my mouth as I could muster even though my mouth was utterly dry from dehydration and spat a mouthful into his face.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit a lady." I coughed out bravely. This didn't gain me any points of good will or mercy with Officer Duck.

He wiped my bloodied spit off his face with a disgusted expression twisting his average Joe looks and growled before pulling his hand back and shoving his fist right into my eye. I squeaked out in pain as he huffed in anger and pulled my face back to look at him. His eyes were flaming with rage as I struggled to keep the eye he just planted one on open.

"I need to use the restroom." I announced as I finally noticed the tugging in my aching balder. I had tried to put it off for sometime now and you would think with the lack of water I wouldn't have to pee this badly, but I did. They both laughed and I knew I had no choice but to do my business right there. I felt so low right there, sitting in my own feces. I felt disgusting. The both groaned in disgust but ignored me as I hung my head in shame for a moment, letting my tears fall onto my soiled denim shorts. They kept on.

"She actually used to be quite the looker before you brought her in here, James." the man beside Officer Duck chuckled out from leaning against the wall.

"Yeah," he laughed in my face. "No wonder Cullen wanted to fuck her so bad. Is that what you were to him, doll? His new little play thing?" he asked in the most disgusting tone I had every heard a man use. I tried to pull my face out of his grip, but I couldn't seem to find the strength.

"We've seen him bring plenty of pretty little things just like you back to his folks place, but they usually either wind up running out of the house screaming, crying or dead. Sometimes all of the above." he cackled a horrid sounding laugh that made every inch of my skin crawl.

"He'll never want you after I'm finished with your face, honey." he squeezed my already stinging cheeks together, making my busted lips pucker and send a surge of fire through me, and leaned in to place a skin curling kiss on my lips. It stung and made my entire body flinch in pain but it was brief and he let me go.

"Laurent, you can take it from here." Duck sighed in exasperation and annoyance as he replaced the other man's place on the wall. This man looked much different from Duck. His brooding muscles were almost good enough to be compared to Emmet's but they still lacked here and there. His long dreads were pulled back into a low ponytail while his black eyes bored into mine now. He leaned his long body down so his eyes met mine perfectly and spoke in a soothing tone.

"Come on, doll face," he chuckled at the last two words as I felt tears of horror run down my battered cheeks. They were right. Edward wouldn't want me after everything they would do to me. It had already been a full day by what I had seen from my glimpses towards the barred windows every once and a while.

"Just tell us who he killed and then we can let you go." he said smacking my face lightly, it still stung though and made me have to bite my metallic tasting lip down in order to keep from screaming. "Free as a bird!" he sang, trying to coax me into it.

Where would I go? If I left with telling these evil men everything I knew about the Cullen's-which really wasn't much to start with-and a battered face like this, I'd be either the newest feature on CNN that very night or I'd wind up six feet under.

I shook my head in disobedience and braced my body for the punch I knew was coming. Instead I heard I loud roar from where Duck was standing as he grabbed the bible from the small table before him and lifted it up, striking me across the back of my head over and over again with it. It was one of those hard back covers so I was sure I was bleeding by the time he was done. Sure enough, as Laurent pulled him back and pressed him against the wall, I felt warm liquid falling from the back of my head and down my neck…and spine.

I let out a loud cackle, knowing I was going to die soon, so might as well give them their death warrants, signed and stamped by Isabella Swan, herself.

"You stupid assholes," I laughed, my voice hoarse and cracked as I spoke. "When my Edward finds out you smacked around his girl," I paused and shook my head as I still cackled. "He will find out who you are and when he sees me like this, dead or alive, well…" I took in a deep breath,, trying to surpass the bitterness and eeriness in my voice. "You know what happens, Mr. Duck!" I lifted my unshackled hand and twisted my fingers into the shape of a gun and pointed it at both of them, pretending to pull the trigger.

"Bye bye, Ducky." I giggled like a crazy person as my head lobbed from side to side. I was losing everything right before me. It was worse than seeing Edward lying there on the floor of the Cullen's home, bloodied and wounded, screaming in agony. I knew Edward had felt so much pain and lost so much blood he almost died, but at the moment, I would welcome a gun shot like it was heaven handed to me. I would at least be put out of my misery.

"Arghh!" I heard Duck growl in rage again. This time, Laurent didn't stop him.

"I bet you didn't know this family killed your mother, huh, you little bitch?" Duck stopped his beating on me for a moment and I looked up at him in shock, through my pain as he panted. He caught my look of horror and shock and laughed through his gasps of air.

"Yep, doll face," he said wiping some sweat off his forehead, continuing. "Mr. Carlisle Cullen had a list and your mother was right at the top. Seems your dear old Daddy didn't pay back some bills and they shot her right through the brain." he made a motion as if his fingers were a gun like mine had been, and shot at my head now. His face was twisted into an eerie and disgusting grin as he spoke.

"They planned on killing you too, baby doll. That's probably why the Cullen kid wanted you in the first place. Gain your love and trust and then BAM! Target down." Laurent chuckled with a smirk of smugness showing on his lips. I looked between the both of them, stunned at this amount of information and tried to breathe.

"Now you gunna talk?" Duck asked as I felt flashes of that day start running through my mind. Black Mercedes…pale, long fingers and blood…so much blood. I couldn't remember anything else. I couldn't feel angry right now, but I knew I would later. I let all the love I felt for Edward at this very moment wash over everything else and push back the hate and questions I'm sure I wouldn't be able to ask.

I looked up at the vile man before me and closed my eyes, knowing what was going to happen once I did what I did.

"I will NEVER tell you one single thing about the Cullen's. EVER!" I hissed out.

Edward, I'm sorry. I pleaded in my head as I felt at least six blows to my stomach and then my lurch drastically to one side as I felt his ring and fist break the skin of my cheek and eyebrow bone. I thought his blows would never end and it felt like he was still beating me when the door of the room came flying down in pieces.

"Rrrrrrr!" I heard a deadly and beautiful roar come from a familiar voice that didn't belong to these two clowns from the end of the room. It was apparent there were silenced gun shots from the other end of the room, but my world was becoming black now so I couldn't focus on anything.

"What the fu-" Duck's disgusting voice started but was silenced with a quick shot. I could feel the bile and blood rising up in my throat as I tried to breathe and soon let out everything in my stomach-probably just blood since I hadn't eaten for an entire day-spill on the floor beside me.

"Oh my god." another more stable and soothing voice come from the end of the room. Something was going on besides that voice from what it sounded like.

"EDWARD CALM DOWN!" I flinched in fear from the anger in the voice but noticed it automatically: Emmet. And Edward was here…EDWARD!

"Bella!" Esme's gentle voice called to me now from above me.

"Mom…" I grumbled out in pain and let out another flow of blood erupt from my mouth.

"No, sweetheart, it's Esme." her beautiful voice was shaky from what I could hear, still not able to see anything. Maybe they had made me blind…maybe I'd be ugly and blind for the rest of my life.

"I want my mother…" I felt myself grumble out in a short sob. They killed my poor mother! Esme was working at my wrist that was chained against the table.

"We're going to get you out of here, honey." I heard Rosalie's familiar voice call from behind me. She touched the back of my head for a brief moment and I screamed in utter agony. A blood curdling scream I had never heard come from my body before.

"Let me die…please…" I begged through sobs of torture as my head lolled back, allowing blood to drain from my wound. I heard a loud sob from the end of the room and another scream of horror.

"Edward, stop!" Emmet voice roared again. "You can't go to her, until you are calm."

"SHE CAN'T DIE!" Edward's familiar and pained voice cried out. "CARLISLE PLEASE!" he begged as I heard more sobs erupt form him. Edward was crying…over me.

I wanted to die. Badly. But hearing him cry like that…it made me want to crawl to him and give him every last bit of life I had in me to comfort him. I'd do anything for Edward, even crawl out of Hell on my hands and knees.

"Bella," Carlisle was probably so used to patching me and Edward up by now and I'm sure he was getting tired of it. "I need to lift you, is that alright? It's going to hurt but I need to do it." Carlisle's voice tried to coax. I felt my body tense automatically but I felt myself nod, knowing I had to do it. Esme had already gotten the hand cuffs off of my wrist so it was easy for her.

"Let me do it!" Edward called loudly before I could even feel Carlisle's touch on my body. "I'm calm, I swear!" he sounded frantic. "Just-please…" he begged with such anguish in his voice, no one could deny him. They must have nodded a yes to him because before I knew it, Carlisle was instructing Edward in how to lift me up.

"She peed on herself…" I heard Alice's voice hiss in disgust. Esme hissed at her in disbelief at her own daughter's unkind remark but I focused back on Edward.

"I'm gunna get you out of here, baby. Can you hear me, Bella?" Edward's voice asked. I didn't have the strength to speak so I just mumbled out a yes.

"Yes, just like that Edward. Make sure her head is lifted. Esme go back to the house and get everything ready. I can't put her on a bed, it'll be too hard to work on her, so make sure the kitchen table is sterilized and has a few pillows and my equipment on it. " as he finally finished I let out another scream of agony, Edward had finally lifted me up into what felt like bridal position.

"KILL ME!" I roared in misery. "Please…" I panted out as I felt my body start to adjust to Edward's arms.

"It's the pain talking, Edward." Carlisle reassured my love. I heard a couple of stifled sobs erupt from him. "Not her."

He was right, it wasn't me. I wanted my mother, I wanted my life back in Forks rather than have to suffer trough this.

"I love you, Bella. You have to fight, alright? You have to stay with me." Edward pleaded with me through heart wrenching sobs. I wanted to respond, say anything to make his pain go away but as soon as the surge of pain whipped through me…my body gave into the darkness and began to drift further and further away.

Three chapters…exhausted fingers and back…on top of a NUMB BUTT! Ha-ha! Told you there would be drama and beating and stuff like that!

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-wolfieJ