Alrighty, readers! I welcome you all to another new chapter of Reality of Our Lives!
I just can't wait anymore. I was planning of not updating this story for a bit, just waiting to get a little more reviews for the recent chapter, but I really want to get this drama moving forward.
Plus, I am going to have fun with the drama too. :)
So, let's get the ball rolling as they say!
Chapter Thirty-Five
Bella's POV
"What the hell is she saying?" I heard a high pitched voice ask in a hiss. "She's talking in her sleep. I've heard from previous tales from Joshua, that he hears Bella talk in her sleep." I heard a deep voice tell the high pitched voice. "Well, that much I can tell. But what is she jabbering on about though?" the high pitched voice ask.
"All I hear is 'Edward' and 'More'. Ugh, I'm glad that she's away from that dipshit." The deep voice answered. A feeling of rage from hearing someone call my husband "dipshit" sparked within me. How dare this weirdo say stuff like that? "Oh, she called you a no-good dumbass." the high pitched voice giggled. "What? I didn't hear anything." the deep voice replied back. Several minutes later; "Haha; apparently, she is stabbing you with her knight and shining armor's sword, Mister Dumbass." the high pitched voice stated with a cackle.
"Shut the hell up, bitch!" the deep voice growled, and then seconds later, I felt a slamming force, where I could also feel myself rolling around. "Ugh..." I muttered in pain, my eyes now fluttering open with the little amount of energy that I had. I turned my head over to see that I had to be in the back of some ruddy van, on a crappy ground no less.
The back doors of the van opened, with a pale light streaming in. My eyes squinted while I tried to make out who was the tall person in front of me, but before I could, that said tall person had scooped me up and hauled me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes. I let out a squeak of surprise, while the tall person carrying me let out a deep rumbling sound that sounded like a laugh.
"I don't know how James can find this dame to be hot. She just let out a squeak like a mouse." the man - I at least hoped that it was a man, because it'd be kind of scary if this was a bulked up deep woman - commented, chuckling. Now that I noticed it, the voice was British/English sounding. "Well, he always said that she was tiny like a mouse." Another deep voice cut in, snickering. The man began walking forward, and there, I looked to see that another guy was there. He had dark hair that was long and pulled back, while he had mischievous light eyes. "Hello there, love." The guy greeted me in a sick deep purring voice, one that had me shivering visibly. I was fine with my husband calling me love, but this creeper? No way.
"Oh, she's up?" the guy who was carrying me, asked eagerly. Ergh; sick, strange bastards. I thought to myself disgusted. "Yes, you oaf. Now, get moving. James will kill us if we stall." the guy who was behind the large guy, hissed to him. The large guy shouldered me heavily, where I jostled, and I let out a string of profanities under my breath.
The guy carried me off into a dank cement like building, with the guy behind us following along, carrying a nice automatic gun and showing it off in the light, as if trying to scare me that he could shoot me if I were to try to make a run for it. Damn it. I have to depend on the tracker now. Don't get me wrong; I think that this tracker will be put to good use. I was just hoping that maybe these two would be stupid enough to not really lock me up so I could run for the nearest help.
They dumped me in a little room that only had one light hanging from the ceiling, lighting up the room. "Careful; I don't want my new wife getting damaged." I growled when I heard that sick voice, and there, Twiddle-Dee and Twiddle-Dumb moved off to the sides, letting Mister Gross through. "Hello there, Bella." James greeted me with a smirk. I snarled at him, giving him that as my greeting.
"Well, well; it seems like Miss Kitten here is trying to act brave now." James taunted, where he and his two goons laughed raucously. Fuckers. I thought to myself, glaring down at the ground. "Shut the hell up." I growled at them, my fists clenching together. The men in front me only laughed off my growl. "You were right, James; she's a feisty one." Goon #1 stated to James snidely, laughing at me. "Only to crazy psychos who fucking kidnap me!" I shrieked, fuming openly.
"Oh, Bella. Don't you see that I'm doing you a favor?" James asked me, his smirk disappearing. "Yeah right! You call this a damn favor? The only way I would find a favor from you, is if you would point a gun to your head, and blow your own brains out!" I screamed at him, where he now scowled. "This is a favor to you, Bella. I'm saving you from that cheating husband of yours." James told me, where I could easily see him lying. "Ha! The day that I believe my Edward cheating on me, is the day I actually would talk to you, willingly! Besides, he can't even cheat on me when he's with me every second of every day, of my life!" I screeched at him, furious that he would even think that I would fall for his lies.
"Aren't you even annoyed that he is over-protective?" James asked me, sounding exasperated, as if he was getting tired of me now. Good. "I find it sweet that he's protective, considering you're still alive!" I replied smartly to him, now laughing at his enraged face. "Fine; don't listen to my lie - I mean, the truth!" James stammered. "Ha! You can't even storm out of here without keeping that lie, a lie!" I exclaimed, laughing still.
James growled, before he whirled on his heel, and left the room, Goon #1 and 2 following after him like lost puppies. He slammed the door shut, leaving me alone in a lit little room, without food or water. Whatever; I'd rather starve myself to death than being a "new wife" to Mister Cranky Psycho.
The hours passed, with me passing out in the room, for I was exhausted. Laughing and making fun of the very man who had kidnapped you at gun-point was tiring. But, I welcomed the dreamless sleep. It was better to face an un-real reality, for I was able to be numb, no thoughts of worrying that a crazed dude could be waiting in the room with me. I just slept numbly, a sleepy, dreamy smile on my face. At one point in my sleep, I had come to where I was now watching a dream, of me and Edward. We were simply walking down a beach, us holding each other's hands by our sides. We were smiling at each other, while even though James and other crazies were coming at us, Edward simply punched them off with ease, his smile never faltering.
Like I said, facing the un-real reality, made my day.
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I woke up, feeling disoriented because I had no idea what time the hell it was. Being locked up in a room with only a light fixture being the only source of light, and having no windows, could really knock a girl's inner clock off real bad. "It's eleven in the morning, new wifey." I looked up, startled, when I heard that high pitched voice again, and saw that Jasmine - my arch nemesis - was sitting casually at a tiny little makeshift table, a piping hot breakfast just sitting on the table.
At that point, my stomach protested, and Jasmine smirked. "Why should I eat that? How do I know if it's poisoned or not?" I asked her rudely, looking at her and the food suspiciously. "Because, James would kill me if I poisoned his new little wife." Jasmine told me, rolling her eyes. "So, get your ass over here, Mrs. Anderson." Jasmine barked.
"It's Mrs. Cullen, and I plan on keeping it that way." I snarled, but stood to my feet and reluctantly sat at the table, digging into the bagel waiting for me. I ate my breakfast willingly, eyeing Jasmine every so often. "What the hell is up with you and Goon's 1 and 2 muttering about James killing you if I'm harmed?" I asked her suddenly, looking down at my food with a scowl. "Oh, I don't know, because just maybe, he will?" Jasmine retorted, snorting.
"Why the heck are you on his side if he keeps threatening to kill you? He's a jerk for doing so." I grumbled, gnawing on my bagel still. "He promised us money if we helped him. He said that once he would marry you, he would get the money and then he would pay us." Jasmine told me, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, for Pete's sake! I'm already legally married to someone else. You can't go off and marry someone who's already tied to someone else, and there's no way I'm going to ever file a divorce. So, James is just wasting his time." I ranted, huffing.
"Well, it's James. He's mister crazy now, and he's not going to give up until he wins." Jasmine replied, rolling her eyes again. "Now, he wants you to put this on." Jasmine stated, where she had suddenly produced a pile of clothing. "What?" I asked her, looking down at the pile of clothing, then back up at her. "He ordered that I have to get you in these clothes for today, because he said and I quote "She's needs to be looking sexy, while vulnerable for the video we're going to send to Eddie boy."." Jasmine said, mimicking James voice.
"Video? What the hell is this psycho think he is doing? And I refuse to wear any clothes he wants me to wear." I growled, crossing my arms over my chest. "Bella, he will kill me if I don't get you in these clothes soon. He wants to make a video for your husband because he's trying to goad Edward into coming down here to rescue you, but he's planning on forcing sex onto you and make it seem like you're cheating on him." Jasmine explained to me, shaking her head. "How dumb does James think Edward is?" I asked sarcastically, letting out a snorting laugh.
"Well, James never thinks his plans through well enough." Jasmine commented, laughing along with me. "Now, just please, I suggest that you follow through with this for now, since James has the upper hand." Jasmine pleaded with me - she actually pleaded? - while she offered the pile of clothing again. This time I willingly took it from her, and she left the room for me to get changed.
And once I was wearing the clothes, I knew that they were Jasmine's. A deep pinkish-purple bustier top with extreme "booty" jean shorts, and thigh high, high inch, high heeled boots. I swear, when I get my hands on a gun when I'm rescued, James will wish that he ever thought that I would ever become his wife. And seriously, his plan? It has got to be one of the top twenty - no, top ten - in the list of "Most Idiotic Plans to Ever Do to a MARRIED Woman".
Sighing, I stood, waiting in the middle of the room for either of the Twiddle Brothers to come release me, or James to let me out. I was inspecting my nails when the door opened, with Crank Psycho stepping into the room first, with his cronies right behind him. "Well, are you a sight for sore eyes?' James breathed, raking those grey eyes over my form. "I'm so flattered by your creepiness, but just remember, you're dead when I get my hands on the nearest blunt object and you're near me with said object." I snapped at him.
"Touchy." the larger one of the cronies muttered, snickering. "Both of you, shut up, and just grab her, and follow me." James barked at the two idiots behind him, turning on his heel while the larger one came at me with two eager hands. "Lift off." I muttered, just before the idiot picked me up and hauled me over his shoulder again. With that, I was carried out of the room in my tiny little outfit. Yay me.
I was carried off into another room - one that had crates and boxes stacked on top of each other, while a camera on a tri-pod was sitting in front of a wooden chair under a hanging light that wasn't on since there were windows in this room, letting in light. "Tie her." James ordered, walking towards the camera while the lanky one ran off to a pile of ropes, and the larger one set me down on my feet. The lanky one came back with the ropes in his hands, and they tied my ankles together, and my hands behind my back.
What gentlemen - not.
"Set her down in the chair." James said, turning around while I was picked up by the larger one, and placed down in the chair before him, my arms behind me over the top of the chair. My necklace bounced when I was roughly placed in the chair, but at least none of them were able to see the blinking light from the movement.
James, smirking, then came towards me, and produced a cloth in his hands. "And just so that we don't get any interruptions from you," James began, walking around me and tying the cloth over my mouth that now acted as a gag for me. I screamed against the gag, but they were muffled. "Stand off behind us." James ordered his two lackeys, making his way towards the camera while I continued my muffled protesting, being ignored by Mister Psycho.
He turned on the camera, where I could see the little red light begin blinking - meaning it was now recording. "Well hello Mister Cullen." James said into the camera. "I thought that I would be at least moderately nice and send you a little video message of just how I am doing right now." James continued talking into the video, sounding sickly giddy.
"I'm doing most pleasant, now that I have what I've been wanting most of my life. Say hi to Edward Cullen, wifey!" James said happily, moving away from the camera to expose me. I growled and glowered at James. He came over to my left side, and bent down, his hands on his knees. "Isn't she just ravishing?" James stated in a deep voice, raising his hand and grab my chin in his hand. I jerked my head away and stared pleadingly into the camera; if this was going to go to Edward, I needed to show him that I really needed help - and soon.
"I guess I'd like to thank you for keeping her well, Cullen. But, I suggest that you move on with your life now. Once I woo this spitfire here, she'll be mine, and won't be coming back to you." James stated tauntingly to camera, chuckling. I rolled my eyes, scoffing to myself; as if I would ever fall for this disgusting thing.
"So, with that, I bid you farewell. And, this will be the last time you'll get to have Bella all to yourself." James stated, walking over to the camera and turning it off.
You wish, Mister Crazy. Just you wait when my husband gets here with a loaded gun, ready to put two in you. I thought to myself.
End of chapter! So, what do you all think? It's the first of Bella being held captive!
Bella's Outfit for the chapter is on my second website, under the photos section and in the Reality of Our Lives Album again.
Sorry that it actually took me long to update this. I was stuck on how to continue on in the middle of the chapter, and I was busy reading lots of new stories.
Please review if you liked the chapter.
Next chapter will most likely be in Edward's POV; we're probably all dying to know what poor Edward Cullen is thinking right now, aren't we? :)
Bye for now,
~*Lady Lily of Darkness*~