Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight SM does for obvious reasons.

I have talked it over with my beta (well she yelled at me for making Edward into such a douche and threw lots of tomatoes at me and threatened to punch me in the face once she tackled me when I tried to run) and after lots of consideration (and her scary face, which would make Mike Meyers cringe) I decided the ending to the last chapter was definitely not the direction I wanted it to go. That's why you have this wonderful update. Well that and so Mandee will stop trying to tar and feather me lol.

We join the story where Edward, Sam and Paul reach the cabin.

Chapter 23: Hang Time NEW ENDING.

We arrive at the cabin within the hour and I have to take a deep calming breath as we stop. I reach for the door and the damn thing is locked.

"What the fuck?" I growl.

Sam turned in his seat.

"I have been in here Edward and you need to be prepared…this shit will fuck you up more than her being in that hospital bed." He stated matter-of-factly.

Without saying another word the locks on the SUV disengaged and Sam and Paul climbed out. I shut my door and followed behind them. We walked around the back of the house, down some stairs and through a long hall. We stopped in front of a door, but before I could make my way around them to get in Sam stopped me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked.

"Yes…I need this."

"You sure?" He asked again.

"Yes…I'm fucking sure." I growled. Sam moved to the side and we walked through the door…annnnd I vomit like a mother fucker on the floor. Totally screwing up the crime scene and sure as shit pissing Charlie off in the process when he found out.

"Fuck." I hear Sam and Paul moan.

"What the fuck is that smell?"

"It is rotting blood and decomposition." Sam answered matter-of-factly like it was no BFD.

I covered my nose and tried not to focus on the stench. It was like sandpaper in my nostrils followed by dead animal. I took a look around.

"Jesus...Christ." I said on a gasp.

The shit I was seeing made me want to scream. It was like I had stepped into the dungeon of the Iron Mask, with one difference. The fucking room I was standing in had surgical tools, saws, pliers, barbed wire and plastic, which were all covered in blood.

"Fucking...hell..." I managed to get out before round two of the vomiting started.

Was I puking like a sissy bitch because of what happened here or the fact I was one step away from being like these sick fuckers? I didn't know. What I did know was my asshole felt like it was coming out my mouth as I continued vomiting. When I was finally able to stop the vomit party, a bottle of water was shoved in my face and I opened it gratefully trying not to breathe in through my nose. The look of Texas chainsaw massacre was already imprinted on my brain and a second look round was so un-fucking necessary. Plus, I didn't want to believe that I was as bad as these two fuckers in some form. I wouldn't kill or do what they did to the women after, but I had done some pretty messed up shit over the years. Consensual yes, but now looking at where Bella had been kept, maybe I should be more concerned about my sexual history.

"Thanks." I choked out as I put the cap back on the water bottle.

"No problem." Paul said with a chuckle.

"How can you stand it?" I asked.

"Maybe you should wait outside." Sam said but it was more of an order than a suggestion.

"Yeah...I think that would be a good idea." I replied as I turned away and started heading back the way we came in.

I needed to get out of that place not only because of the smell, but also because I was damn sure my brain was about to explode. I saw the shit in that room. The blood all over the place, the...oh God...the…tools they used on the women, and the body parts in jars. I nearly ran through the hallway I came down with Sam and Paul. I was almost out of the Godforsaken place when I saw it. A room off to the side of the hall.

The clothes Bella had been abducted in were lying on top of the bed in the center of the room. I went in to only wish I had never stepped foot in that room. Just like I had wished I never stepped foot in the first room. The bed had cuffs attached to each corner to hold someone down. There was dried blood on the sheets and a bloody hand print near the bottom. I gasped and tried to hold down the emotion to…to…cry. There was a long chain attached to a wheel that was out of the dark ages. It was shaped kind of like a wheel and had a chain wrapped around it. The chain was six inches thick with only ten or so feet of slack. On the end covered in dried blood was a cuff to attach to an ankle or a wrist.

I turned but didn't see anything else in the room. No mirror, closet, bathroom nothing. Just a few clothes folded neatly on the floor. I was just about to leave when I happened to look down. On the floor, were drag marks. They went around the room in various directions. You could tell that a person had drug the long chain behind them. I followed the pattern on the floor. Outside the door, the marks over lapped each other. Some of the marks went right, others went left, like someone had been pacing back and forth. What caught my eye, was the one mark that was very worn in the cement and went across the hall to another door. I walked over to that door and slowly pushed it open annnnd…it was a bathroom.

I walked into the bathroom and the first thing I noticed was how the mirror had a towel covering it. It was tucked in behind like someone covered it so they didn't have to look in it. What I found odd…well more odd…was there was no shower curtain or shower bar. You could see where the water had splashed out onto the floor. There was blood on the shower floor, a bloody hand print on the soap and shampoo bottles, and little lines scratched into the wall. I counted them and there were sixteen marks organized into groups of fives. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the significance of the marks or not. There was no towel rack in the room. Just towels stacked on the floor out of reach of where the water hit. The sink and toilet were bolted down and neither had any removable parts. No weapons…I thought to myself. I turned and went back outside to get into the SUV.

I left with questions...lots of questions. How had Bella survived the shit she went through. To be put in such evil doings. I shivered at the thought. I just hoped she'd be alright and I would do every fucking thing in my power to help her through whatever mind fuck she was going to have when she woke up. I would not stop fighting for her. I needed to get back to the hospital and be there when my love woke up. My biggest question of all was who the fuck was helping Embry? I hoped like a mother fucker Charlie was getting the answers we all needed out of him right now…one way or the other.

There ya go people.

Better?

Next chapter will be Charlie and Embry's confrontation or maybe I'll do Bella coming out of a coma.

If you're really lucky (and my hand doesn't fall off from doing this old school with pen and paper ) you'll get both.

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