A/N: Unbeta'd

Chapter 29

BPOV

He tilts his head and narrows his eyes like he's trying figure me out. He clasps the wrist of the hand holding the gun down in front of him, beginning to close himself off. "The details don't matter. What does is that I'm where I need to be, and she helped me get out."

The sound of my cell phone ringing startles us both and we both stare at the cracked screen, Edward's name appearing like a beacon of light in the darkness.

"Fucker's always in the way." I continue to keep my eyes on his name, wishing I could reach it. It stops ringing, only to start up again. I can sense the irritation, and before I can blink, the gun goes off. I scream, clenching my eyes closed, waiting for the searing pain from the bullet. The pain never comes, and the ringing in my ears soon fades. I look to my phone and can't look away from the new hole in it. I feel the blood drain from my face and the tears come back.

"Bella! Bella!"

He's so close, yet so far. Then there's banging on the front door and my name again. The sound is beautifully agonized, and it breaks me further. I can't hold back my sobs anymore.

"Please. Please stop this. Don't hurt him. He has nothing to do with your revenge!"

He rushes over, and I yelp as he grabs my hair, yanking my head back to look up at him. "He will die if he can find a way in. I've barricaded the doors and the windows are locked, so I'll know if he tries; there's no silent way in."

Just then, the sirens get louder and louder, and within a few minutes I can tell they're right outside. Tires on the gravel, doors opening, the cocking of guns, and then yelling, reprimands to Edward back away from the property. A voice over the loudspeaker comes through over the other yelling.

"This is the Forks Police Department! We are surrounding the house and will use force if necessary. Come out unarmed with your hands above your head. No one needs to get hurt tonight."

His lips curls like a snarl, then chuckles. "But someone will get hurt and I'd rather go down in a fight than surrender. And I'm taking you with me."

He goes back to the front door, shoves the gun into his pants, and removes the chair from under the knob. He comes back over and pulls out a knife. He cuts my ankles free and goes to free my hands, but I kick out, catching him in the balls. He groans, but recovers quicker than I thought, and holds my legs down. Before I know it, the knife is at my throat and he's chuckling and snarling in my face.

"Feisty, aren't ya. It makes it more interesting when you fight. Come on, sweetheart, I thought you were smart. Yeah, that might've hurt a bit, but I've endured worse. Now hold still; I can't have you bleeding out on me yet." He quickly frees my wrists.

Grabbing me by the neck, he yanks me up, wrapping his arms around me from behind and placing the knife to the left side of my throat.

"It's time to give your boys a show."