Here is the long awaited chapter in the one and only Isabella Marie Swan! Now, you're probably thinking, she finally told us who it is! Well, we will see my friends we will see. Now go read!
Flashback to the kidnapping…
BPOV
This had to be a long, terribly dark dream. I had been floating for ages and my head was heavy, body too limp to move. My brain filled with fog, my lids full of lead, waking up was not an option. I was scared, trying to remember where I was. My lids lifted slowly, blinking in the bright sunlight. My head lolled to the side, fighting the throbbing in my head. I blinked to register my surroundings. I was in a lush bedroom all white, long white curtains covering wide glass windows. I felt a slight, summer breeze. The bed I was laying on was comfortable, almost too comfortable. I groaned as I stretched. I threw my legs over the bed when realization hit me, someone grabbed me, they took me and brought me to wherever the hell I am now.
The images flew in my brain. I went to get breakfast for Emmett, I was in the middle of sending Embry a text when someone grabbed me at the car. I tried to scream but I was overpowered. I remembered kicking and bucking but a sharp pinch stopped me and my mind filled with darkness. I didn't know how long I was out but I damn sure wasn't going to stay here any longer. I looked around for a phone, I found my shoes but no phone. I stumbled along the way peeking outside the bedroom door, no one was there only a hallway. I made my way down the hall to some stairs. Whose house was I in? There were no pictures and all the doors were closed and locked. I couldn't gather clues, none the less the house was nice.
I heard no voices so I eased down the stairs, way too many flights. There were various things thrown around the living room and some bags in the kitchen. I ran over to look for anything I could use knives, forks, something but there was nothing. What the hell? I looked around no one was here and I didn't seem to be in the middle of nowhere. I made one more look before going through the front door. I eased out looking both ways, plots of land were ready for houses to be built but no construction workers out. This was an up and coming neighborhood, where was everyone. I pulled my hood over my head and made my way out into the streets. I had to find other forms of civilization soon enough.
I constantly swept my eyes everywhere even no one seemed to be around. I often checked behind me and kept my head down for the most part. I kept a steady pace, head down. I scuffled along. My head was down too long, I collided into someone, his or her feet coming into view too late. I was falling when the man twisted us into some grass. I tried to get out of his hold but he held on tight.
"Dear, you should really watch where you're going." He drawled and I coiled back
"I'm sorry." I mumbled jumping to get up
"In such a rush ma'am." He smirked
"Just on a walk." I whispered trying to walk by but he grabbed ahold of my arm
"Isabella, I'd advise you to come back with me." He sighed and I froze. His grip loosened and I yanked my arm pushing myself forward. I could hear his hard footsteps behind me as we ran up the street. Where the hell am I? I saw the entryway of the complex but was soon tackled to the ground.
"You stupid bitch." He yelled swinging his fist down.
The blow was heavy, my head lobbing to the side. My eyes zoned out and my blood rushed in my ears. My breath staggered and I felt too heavy to move. He yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder taking us further away from my way out. My vision clouded again, no matter how hard I fought it.
I woke with a start. For some reason I thought it had all been a dream, that I was in the safety of my own bed but I was wrong. It was darker out but the summer breeze filled the room. A small lamp was on across the room. My bladder urged me towards the open door. Wherever the hell I was, it was a nice house and it had some serious money put into it. I used the bathroom, ever brushed my teeth with the things placed out for me. I studied the bruise on the side of my face. It was dark and hideous. I walked back out to find a lanky guy in front of me, not the same man who had punched me earlier.
"Isabella, hello. I am Travis. I'm supposed to keep you company until my friend arrives." He smiled and I stepped back from him.
"Where am I?" I asked with a shaky voice
"I'm not at liberty to say but you are in good hands." He smiled again but his fist tightening by his side
"Why am I here?" I asked louder
"Please save your questions, I really won't answer them." He answered, his smile faltering
"Why not?" I pushed
"I'd advise you close your mouth or you'll regret the consequences." He warned through clenched teeth and I shut my mouth. He wasn't physically intimidating but something about him held an air of dominance, one that would trick you into thinking he was weaker but he would be a bigger adversary than you thought.
"Eat." He said pointing to some soup of the bedside table
I cautiously walked to and sat on the bed. I held the soup to my lips before slowly eating. I held back a groan as my stomach rolled, when was the last time I ate? He watched me closely, never taking his intimidating stare from me. I didn't have the courage in me to stare back.
"Are you finished?" he asked after some time
"Yes, thank you." I said quietly and his smile was back
"I'll be back." He said taking the bowl and empty glass of water with him. I heard the door click behind him and fell back onto the bed. I have got to get out of here. I ran to each window, all but one open and each having a screen on them. I couldn't figure out a way to get them off. From the looks of things, I was up at least two stories. I looked out across the large back yard and saw nothing but the woods.
I heard the click in the door and turned towards Travis. He held a cup of juice and smiled.
"Drink."
"What is it?" I asked
"You need to do as you're told." He frowned
"I'm not just going to drink something if I don't know what it is." I said skeptically
He sat the cup down, took a couple long strides and roughly took my face in his hand. He was mere inches from my face, his warm breath smelt of whiskey. His dark penetrating eyes made me want to run but his hold kept me stationary.
"Drink the fucking juice Isabella." He drawled
"Fuck you." I spat, a certain boldness rising in me at that moment. He smiled darkly and quickly slapped me across my face. I fell back holding my face, anger flaring in me. I jumped up and he grabbed me by the neck. It wasn't tight but it was enough to keep me from moving if I wanted to keep breathing.
"Little girl, you're in for a rude awakening." He spoke softly, moving his hand up towards my chin. I moved to speak when I felt the same prick at my neck. He let me go and I wobbled backwards. I felt time slow as I took a step towards him and felt myself fall. He caught me and I struggled as best as I could. I pushed him away before my vision started dimming.
"This would be so much easier if you listened." He said studying me as I struggled to stay upright. I took another step towards him, stumbling.
"Sleep." He said picking me up and dropping me on the bed.
It as bright, too bright. I shifted away from the light and turned back over letting the all too familiar darkness take me under. I'd lost track of time. I wasn't sure how long I had been gone or if anyone was looking for me. Well, I am sure my whole family is worried about where I am. I needed a plan, but sleep was so damn inviting. Whatever they had me one it kept me under and it kept me under for hours.
From time to time I would come to and hear voices, nothing discernable but people were here. I needed to know who was behind all of this but more importantly, I needed to get from where I was. It wouldn't be good to open my eyes now, I knew someone was in here. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing slow and steady.
"He is going to kill you." A man mumbled
"She was a bit unruly and we all know I don't do well to disobedient pets." Another murmured
I laid there knowing exactly what the endearment, pet meant and it was unsettling. I felt my stomach rolling, as if I was about to throw up. I jumped awake to two men staring at me.
"No, go back to sleep." A taller one whispered pushing me back down, I struggled when the other pushed me down forcibly by my neck.
Again, they pushed a syringe needle into my neck, making my world fuzzy and then dark.
Present Day…
I felt small consecutive taps on my face. I groaned, moving away from the source and falling back into the darkness. I wasn't under long before bone chilling water washed over me. I jerked forward, gasping. I blinked rapidly, focusing on the dark figure in front of me. A towel was thrown on my face and I quickly grabbed it rubbing at my face. I looked up to find a tall, built man sitting in front of me. His exterior hard, intimidating. The man who punched me however many days ago that was. His bright jade eyes never left mine, inquisitive as they looked over me. A five o'clock shadow rested on his face, salt and pepper hair falling messily into his eyes. I knew I couldn't fight him off, he was built of nothing but solid muscle from the looks of things.
"Isabella, took you quite some time to join me. You were under for a few days. Made my job a lot easier than you did for Travis. Well easier than our first day together." his voice gruff
"Who are you? Are you the friend he spoke of?" I asked, voice shaking. He let out a harsh laugh and rolled his eyes.
"Doesn't matter. I am just making up on an IOU. Whenever the bastard gets here you won't ever see me again. Now I have to feed you and give you water like a fucking babysitter." He stated, bored. He threw a bottle of water onto the couch and sat a box on the table in front of me. When did I get down here?
"Who is the bastard?" I asked, needing him to talk
"You'll find out. I really didn't know why they are going through the trouble for you, you seem rather plain but when I got my hands on you out there, I could tell you've got something under there. I can see the appeal. Eat." He sighed
"Why do they want me?" I asked, ignoring the food
"Good question, one I won't be answering. My job is to feed you and keep you alive to the best of my ability." He huffed, getting up and opening the box for me, it smelled delicious.
"You're not very amicable." I rolled my eyes reaching for the fries
"Not my job to be." He said
"It is the least you could do after punching me like the asshole you are." I hissed
He pulled a gun from behind his back, pointing it right at my forehead. My heart stammered against my chest, and my lungs forced air out of my chest. Blood rushed in my ears and I felt a creeping chill.
"Watch you fucking mouth. I'd dispose of you if the price on your head wasn't so high. I don't feel anything for you except disgust and you're a waste of my time. So shut your mouth, eat your fucking food or I'll end you now." He spat pushing the muzzle deeper into my skin
"Enough of that Anderson, such a nasty temper."
Anderson turned, "she needs to learn her place" shrugging "I thought I'd go ahead and train her." He smiled
"She will but I like that feisty mouth on her. It'll be fun to break her." He moved around Anderson and smiled at me.
I started to panic, what, how? I couldn't get the words out. My mind was in shock and I was more than confused, how? Why him.
"Bella, it has been too long." He smiled and I held back bile. I blinked rapidly, my heart rate accelerating, my need to run kicking in. He stepped closer, his height even more intimidating than I remember. His hazel eyes sparkled and his smile was bright.
"Cat got your tongue?" he asked cocking his head to the side
His smile grew and I felt sicker by the moment.
Whooooooo done it? She knows him or of him, whichever way you want to put it. Why does he want Bella? Well, let's see what happens next chapter.