CHAPTER 6

Bella. P.o.v

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(A/N: Playlist to listen to while reading this chapter

Three Days Grace-I Hate Everything About You

Flo Rida- Right Round

Kehlani - Gangsta

Imagine Dragons - Thunder

Adam Lambert - For Your Entertainment)

Whosoever car I stole had pretty good taste in music. It had been about two hours since I had escaped from that Sam guys house. I had been happily singing along to Three Days Grace, Flo Rida, Imagine Dragons, Adam Lambert and the soundtrack for Suicide Squad. Would it be rude to take the ipod and AUX cord that was left in the car with me? I mean, I've already stolen the car, so what's the harm in taking the shit left in side it.

"I, HATE, EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, WHY, DO I LOVE YOU.

YOU, HATE EVERYTHING, ABOUT, ME. WHY DO YOU ME LOVE!"

My voice cracks as I belt out singing along with the song. It felt so good to sing my feelings out. Music was my outlet, along with exercising, basketball and running. I don't know anyone who couldn't resist singing along to this song.

My heart pound in my chest as I turn the corner to my street. I'm about to pull up to my house when a jolt of realization hits me, what if they let me leave because they wanted to follow me home. What if all the cars in that garage could be traced with lo-jack or something. Shit They could even try to notify the police, but I really doubt it since they had kidnapped me, I don't think they'd want that type of attention.

A light bulb practically appears above my head at the idea popping up. I flip a u turn and head back in the direction of the club. Hopefully, if they do trace the car and find it, it will be there and then they'll see it as a giant middle finger to the stupid fuckers. Driving for about 10 minutes or so, I hastily pull into the parking lot of the club and park the furthest from the door and camera. I jump out, hiding the key in a hollow tree on the outskirts of the parking lot.. The last thing I need is for the car I steal/borrow to actually get stolen from me.

I had walked out in front of the club, standing there biting my lip, looking down the street at the bus stop. Nervous emotions flood through me. The kidnapping scene playing over in my head on a repeat. But it's the quickest way home. I take a deep breath and start to run down the street. Thanking my years of sports and enjoyment of long distance running, I picked up an extremely fast pace, wanting to be home and safe as quickly as possible.

My breath came out in short pants, arms moving to keep up with my legs.

Luck still being on my side, the bus had just pulled up to the curb. I rush towards the door, went to dig out some money when I realized I was still only in a fucking t'shirt, barefoot, and didn't have any pants or undies on. Shit and my phone was still at that Samual guys house, plus all my money. Fleetingly, I wonder if the bus driver would let me on, but from the look she was giving me...I just silently smile and back away before turning and going to sit down on the bench inside the covered Bus stop. The cold metal reminding me I was sans any panties. People started to stare. Slapping my hands down on my bare thighs, I make my mind up to just huff it home.

I groan as I move to get up, having stopped my momentum gave my body the chance to catch up to my pain receptors. I had to get moving again. Taking a deep breath I pushed off the metal bench and took off running, fast and with deadly precision. A feeling of paranoia started to creep up my spine, I'd look over my shoulder every few minutes. People would move out of my way as I passed, staring and giving me weird look, most likely. I didn't bother glancing at them. I just kept running at top speed. I'm sure I looked like an escaped mental patient.

Sweat was dripping out of every crevice I had. It was nasty and I was starting to chafe in between my legs from lack of protection. My mind started to wander back to Samuels face when he saw me pulling up from the garage. The look on his face, the way my heart lurched at the time. The pressure I still feel there. Those feelings just wouldn't stop.

I have never met a person who could bring on these feelings and notions into a frenzy reality like he did. My body would tingle every time he touched me or gave me one of those heated stares of his. Again my mind wondered if I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome.

I shook those thoughts and bush them to the back of my mind as my house comes into view. I stop on the corner across from my front yard, hands on knees and bent over, I huffed and puffed as sweat dripped down my face. I legit just ran at full speed over 9 mils. Home to work was a 15 minute drive. I had know idea what time it was though or how long it took me running at full force. I looked at my feet, blood was soaking into the concrete sidewalk. A flighty thought passed my mind, 'thank sweet baby Jesus Angela for being a nurse and having her fix me up.'

I gulped in a few breaths then crossed the street, galloping up the front porch, bloody footprints imprinted on the white steps in my wake. I pounded on the door just before I collapsed in the doorway. Right shoulder pressed into the door jam, sitting down now, my first starts to pound faster on the door. Fear that Samual guy or his w=goons would find me in front of my house, weak and bleeding.

"Ange!, Ange let me in, its BELLA!" Angela sweeps the door open in a woosh with one hand, baseball bat in the other, raised high and a few curses on the tip of her tongue. Had i not been in so much pain and on the verge of passing out, I would of laughed. Here she was all 5'2 and 125 pounds, standing in a CareBears nighty that barely reached her mid thigh, Wielding a giant ass wooden baseball bate like a mad woman. Then she looks down at me, and her eyes widen.Then she looks down at me, and her eyes widen.

"Where the fuck have you been! Jesus Bell's you look like shit, oh my god your feet!" she dropped the bat and knelt down, I felt her arms scoop me up in a quick sweep then slammed the door with her foo, locking it in her wake. She ran me to her bathroom, dropping me inside her shower, running cool water over my shocked and overheated body. She got in with me, kneeling down to start examining my vitals, eyes, reflexes, circulation, and probing my body for any broken or fractures on my upper torso. Then pushed me back so she could check my lower torso and lifted my feet up one at a time, inspecting the soles and other such things for injury.

"Bella you have third degree burn blisters on your feet. There's gravel embedded in the flesh and it looks like you've most likely broken almost every bone in both feet. We need to get you to the e.r. Your feet are way more damaged then I can fix here at home. What the hell happened to you?." I opened my eyes, not realizing they had even closed, and squinted through the spray of the shower to see the worry on her face.

She wore it like a tattoo, Bold and permanent. Her long black hair was pasted to her face from the spray of the shower. She hadn't even taken off her glasses in her haste to cool me down and get me stable. She was in full nurse mode. There was no way I'd be able to argue with her now.

"Lucas?" I ask, she looks over her shoulder to the closed bathroom door then back to me.

"Sleeping, I'll ask Mrs. Norm to come over for a while and stay with him so we can head to the hospital.

I nod, "Ok but can I at least see him one time before we leave?" I ask, looking up into her eyes. She didn't verbally respond, only stepping out of the shower, dries off and then turns off the shower. She steps in the shower stall with me, squatted down and slid her arms under my legs and picked me up bridal style. I never realized how fucking strong Angela was, tell now that is. Seeing the impressed look on my face, she just chuckled at me. "Occupational hazard Babe, you get muscles of steal." she winks as she opens Luke's door and walks over to his bedside for me to inspect him. I turn my head and peak over him, he's sound asleep hugging his stuffed dog he called . I nodded and looked back at Angela. Silently giving her the ok to head out.

As Ange got to putting temporary bandages on my feet, she asked me again what had happened.

"Bella you have been gone for almost 48 hours." She mumbles. A surprised gasp slips past my lips and my eyes widen. I hadn't known i was gone that long. For Lucas, he must be so worried. But I couldn't tell her what happened to me just yet. I sighed and told her I wasn't ready to explain. She gave me a long hard calculating stare, pursed her lips and nodded. After she had the bandages in place we went off to get me looked over in her E.R.

It turned out I hadn't actually broke any bones in my feet, they swelling was from all the dermis being so badly damaged. I did have third degree blisters and I needed to get a couple skin grafts and stitches to get the skin back to normal. The doctor told me I'd be laid up 6-8 weeks.

Well, I wasn't happy when that happened, 5 and a half weeks of no work was hell, I felt so bad for Angela, she had taken double shifts at the hospital to pick up the slack for bills.

At the moment I was contently just sitting on the couch watching Netflix with a cup of hot chocolate, cuddling with my little man. It was still early in the day, just past 11am. Lucas huffed and started to fidget, He was getting a bit of cabin fever other the past weeks, I wasn't able to take him out on nature walks or to the park or play with him outside.

I looked down at him, smiled and gave in. "Hey bud want to go down to the park? We can ride out bike there." His cute little face scrunched up while thinking, His eyes flexed from my feet back up to my eyes. I laughed and ruffled his hair. "Im ok baby, my feet are all healed up now."

"Ok, fine but if your feets hurt later, let me know and we gotsta leave, ok." His cute little accent making him even cutter. Lucas had a speech impediment, he couldn't say his R's they rolled off his tongue sounding like W's and words tended to sound like they were a little British. We were working on it with him.

Lucas quickly nodded his head and climbed off my lap to go put his shoes on and coat. I got up and put some socks and shoes on. Locking up the house, we went off on our way to the park. We played in the park for a good 2 hours. Then headed back for dinner. I wanted to shower before hand so I went upstairs to get cleaned up before dinner. As I'm getting ready for the shower my mind wanders back to the kidnapping. I don't know why Samuel took me from the club. Why choose me, why not take a more beautiful girl than me. Hell, why kidnap someone in the fucking first place! I mean, Fuck, I don't even know if Samuel was his real name, and I didn't hear anyone mention his last name and i could barley remember the car ride or directions on my escape, so I couldn't file a police report.

I just wanted to leave it in the past. Leave him in the past. But then, why does my brain keep bringing him and my time in that house up? My heart always clenches, thinking about him. Why does my chest and mind hurt so much to think about being rid of him? I just don't understand any of this, and I've been contemplating finding some professional assistance to help me get past this. I don't think what I'm feeling now, is 100% right, both mentally and physically.

I push open my bedroom door and walk over to grab a clean pair of yoga pants, a black tank top and some pink lacy boyshorts, skipping on the bra since it was the end of the day and I wasn't going anywhere else for the evening, then head to the bathroom. Flipping the toilet lid down and dropping my clean clothes on top of it, I reach my hand through the shower curtain and turn the temperature just the way I liked it. While waiting for the water temperature to adjust I started to undress.

The warm water works the aches out of my bones and feels amazing on my freezing skin. I was actually tempted to just hide out in here the rest of the night, skipping dinner altogether. I could hear Lucas laughing downstairs all the way up here in the shower tells me, that wouldn't be good for anyone. He was such a little ball of energy, so I quickly wash my body and then my hair.

As I shut the water off and grab my towel from the rack, wrapping it securely around my body.I notice I couldn't hear LuLu's laughter or the t.v playing in the background anymore. Ange must have started to make dinner and had asked for his help. She normally asked him to help her with some sorta chore, be it setting the table, chopping veggies or mixing some sorta dish up for her. I relaxed thinking that. Ever since the kidnapping I'v become extremely protective over him, so whenever it got quite like right now, It made my skin start to prickle.

Before getting dressed I looked around the small bathroom for the item I used on a daily basis, but can't find my body butter. If I didn't put any on, my skin would itch like a madman. Living in a wet and damp climate like the PacificNorthWest, it caused really bad dry skin. Sighing, I walk out of the bathroom, determined, holding the towel securely in place around my chest, my wet hair falling around my shoulders sending droplets of water to roll down my back and shoulders and even some leaked down my cleavage. I walked out of my room and over to the upstairs railing, I was going to lean over the banister.

"Hey Ange did you borrow my mango body butter Agi-" I began to yell, stopping in front of the banister but not yet leaning over it to peek over to Angie, when an animalistic growl cuts off my sentence and I stare in horror at the scene around me.

Angela and Lucas were both passed out on the couch with three guys standing near them, all three had arms crossed over their chests. Two of them I recognized as the ones who helped kidnap me. My respiratory system seems to stop working and my heart feels like it stops for a whole minute, a warm fluid sensation flows from the crown of my head to stop at the tips of my toes. My hands and feet start to get cold and moist and my mouth goes dry. It was them! I clenched my fists tighter around the top corners of my towel, for a brief second I eyed my bedroom door, contemplating on running inside and locking the door so I could press my panic button sitting on top of my dresser. I had ordered one when my home security company.

How the fuck did they find me!? I was so careful, worked so hard to make sure this wouldn't happen to me again!

Before I could even blink, Samuel was in front of me, his eyes practically the color black as he blocks my view of the living room. A whimper leaves my lips as He walks up, invading my personal space.

"Your in big trouble, Kitten." He growls out.