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CHAPTER ELEVEN

I flinched and gasped for breath as a kick to my stomach woke me up. "Come on you. Boss paid good money for a fighter not a whiney little girl." A familiar nasally voice spoke close to my ear, some spit landing on my face as I pried my left eye open, my right eye still being swelled shut from an earlier fight. "Hey Conner quit beating the merchandise." A different male voice said, I had heard him speak up several times but he had never been addressed by a name making me curious as to who he was. It was obvious that the other guy's here were under him in the chain of command as they always did what he said.

All of my thoughts flew out the window as the winch that had been holding my hands high over my heads got let go and caused the chains to drop making me bite my bottom lip hard to keep in the grunt of pain as my arms and the chains hit my chest and stomach jouncing my ribs. I knew I had to have at least one broken rib from the intense pain I was feeling so to try and get my mind off of it I began to think over the strange dream I had been having before I was so rudely woken up. Over the weeks since I was kidnapped I've been having odd dreams and they were increasing in their strangeness. The only thing that separated this dream and the others is that in this dream it was me, the real me not whoever else I was when I dreamed.

Breathing in deeply through my nose I let it out slowly through my mouth as I tried to regulate my breathing, knowing that the feeling of pins and needles would soon course through my arms and then the aching pain from the previous fight would pulse through my arm muscles and veins just like it was doing from every other body part. To soon the pins and needles feeling begin prickling my arms causing me to stiffen in discomfort, in another effort to forget my current pain, discomfort and situation I began to think of Bella and dad and if Renee had told them anything. More than likely she wouldn't claim responsibility, she never did act like the grown up she was suppose to be and Bella and I had basically been each other's parent as well as best-friend growing up.

"I wonder how things are going with Bells and Edward?" I mused as I felt Conner yank my chains upward causing me to stumble to my feet and pulling me back to the present. I glared at Conner although I knew it was un-effective with my right eye being swelled shut, "Aw what's the matter kitty? Lose your claws?" Conner mocked me I said nothing tilting my head to the side so my hair would move away from my face so I could see better. As soon as my left eye caught his eyes I deliberately bared my teeth at him, reminding him of how I had bitten the tip of his left pinkie finger off of his head with my teeth the first time I had seen him, he had been trying to rape me while I was unconscious so he deserved it.

Apparently the boss had agreed as nothing had happened to me as 'punishment' for doing it. Conner blanched and shut up as he pulled me along behind him as he led the way down the hallway to the front door where I would be loaded up into a windowless van. Taking to some place chained with only a forty foot length and made to fight sometimes it was a fight till the death, sometimes it was just until the opponent was down. Thankfully I hadn't lost any of the fights although I came close several times I don't know who the boss was but after ever fight I was taken to a building and locked inside with several guys who knew different martial arts.

Apparently their orders were to teach me by painful example and sometimes I didn't walk out of the building because of the severity of my injuries. Sure enough today was no different, I was led out to the same windowless white van and shoved inside where three guys sat already, two with guns in their hands and the third guy with a needle which I knew he would stick in me if I so much as flinched in their direction. I folded my legs underneath me and sat Indian style facing the three guys my back towards the door, I closed my eyes and began a breathing exercise.

All of the sudden the van jerked harshly to the right causing me to snap my eyes open as my body flew to the side of the van slamming my head into it. I yelped tears flowing into my eyes at the pain I felt blood trickle down my temple because of the force I had slammed into the side. Before I had time to re-situate myself the back doors to the van were yanked open causing me to fall backwards as I had been leaning on them to try and get myself together. As I fell backwards I cursed in every language I knew as my head neared the pavement, several pairs of hands grabbed me and stopped my descent an inch above the pavement. I whimpered in pain as the people who had stopped me had yanked on my arms and from the sickening pop sound I heard they had pulled my left arm from its socket.

I was sat upright and blew my hair out of my left eye so I could see what was going on around me and was surprised to see the three guy's that I had mentally been calling, Moe, Larry and Sparkles for as long as I had been here were in handcuffs. "Excuse me miss are you Gemma Renee Swan?" A guy wearing a bulletproof vest that said F.B.I across it asked. I felt my eyesight starting to blur as I realized what was happening, "Yeah just call me…Gem." I managed to get out before falling head-long into the darkness that was rushing up towards me.

"MA!...GEMMA!" I faintly heard a voice that sounded a lot like Bella's holler my name, struggling to open my eyes to see if my mind was just playing tricks on me or if Bella really was near me I became aware of something covering my mouth and nose. My eyes felt like they were glued shut so I gave up trying to open them concentrating instead on moving my fingers, and when I found out that I could I stretched my hand out towards the direction her voice was coming from. "She's waking up! Dad she's waking up!" I heard Bella say as a warm hand wrapped around mine, then too tired to stay awake anymore I fell back asleep.

The next thing I became aware of was the steady and annoying beeping noise of a machine from somewhere close by, groggy I wondered where I was as I had never been awakened by such a sound before. "Did I dream getting rescued?" I questioned myself as I slowly grew more and more awake. After blinking several times my eyes finally pulled apart a little bit and I found myself in a dimly lit room with a TV that was on but muted across from my position up on the wall. I took a deep breath in through my nose and winced at the sharp chemical smell that had the underlying scent of death clinging to it. "Hospital." I muttered and was surprised at how broken and raspy my voice was and how dry my throat felt.

The sudden need to pee hit me and I felt around for the small control's for the bed, finding it I slowly brought the bed up putting me in a sitting position. After carefully making sure I could move my entire body I slid to the side of the bed where the machine that was monitoring my heartbeat was. After slowly standing up I shut the machine off before pulling off the the on my finger that the machine had been hooked to and then I pulled out my IV. Done with that I stretched feeling the stiffness of my body and muscles lessen somewhat before I walked over to the bathroom. I refused to sit on the toilet seat, I had always been particular about that even as a child, my arms and legs shook slightly from the effort it took to keep me in a squatted position over the toilet seat.

After I finished my business and was getting ready to leave the bathroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and immediately turned the warm water on in the shower. Leaving it to warm up I walked back out to my hospital room and found a backpack sitting by my bed while Bella and dad were sleeping in chair's next to my bed. I mentally thanked Bella for thinking ahead as I took the backpack which after unzipping where it sat I saw had a change of clothes as well as everything I needed to get a shower and start feeling human again, in it. I took the backpack into the bathroom with me and pulled everything out that I needed first, the shampoo, body-wash, washrag, razor and towel.

The warm water felt heavenly on my sore body and I wanted to just soak in it but instead I finished my shower as quickly as I could not wanting anyone to break into the bathroom while I was unclothed. Wrapping the towel around me I stepped out of the shower and began to pull on my clothes directly from the backpack, starting with my bra and underwear and then adding my black tank-top, blue jeans and off the shoulder white T-shirt that had red flames that started at the bottom of my shirt and stopped halfway up the shirt. After cutting my toe-nails I pulled on the pair of cute black flat's that had a white bow on the tip of them then I pulled out my toothbrush and a small travel size tube of toothpaste in a baggy and nearly cried at how thoughtful Bella was. I brushed my teeth and then using a small travel size bottle of mouthwash I rinsed and spit it out.

Feeling mostly normal although bereft of my normal jewelry I put everything back into the backpack except the hospital gown I had been wearing which I left folded up on the sink, I walked back out into the hospital room. Putting the backpack back down next to Bella I woke her up first she woke up slowly, which told me that she must have been awake for a day or two as she normally got up immediately. However when she opened her eyes and saw me her eyes widened so far I thought they would pop out and then I was pulled into a tight hug that almost cut off my circulation and my oxygen supply. "Bells...cant...breathe." I managed to gasp out causing her to ease back a little. Finally she pulled back completely and promptly slapped me across the face, "Why didn't you tell me about Andrew and his fiance!?" She demanded her voice waking up dad.

Who upon seeing me awake and standing up immediately jumped to his feet and pulled me into a tight hug for several seconds before he pulled back and keeping his hands on my shoulders shook me a bit. "What were you thinking?!" He demanded. I stepped backwards and reached around behind my back for the button to call the nurse deciding I would rather deal with a nurse then my angry sister and dad at the moment.