A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS FRIENDS! I hope Santa was good to you guys, and I hope you had a great Holday with loved ones :) I wanted to release this chapter yesterday as a Christmas gift to you all, but I didn't have time between my boyfriend's family's Christmas dinner, as well as my sister's. Sorry :( anyway, I hope you enjoy! This chapter is short, but a real plot-builder! Let me know what you think please and thank you :)

disclaimer: I do not own twilight!

BPOV:

"Why the fuck isn't she waking up yet, Billy?! Jacob gave her that shit nearly 6 hours ago."

"Relax, Phil, it will take a while to wear off. That shit was strong."

"Well how fucking long is it gonna take?! I've been waiting over a month for this."

"And you can wait another couple more hours. Now, relax."

"Don't tell me what to do, Billy."

"Bullshit! If it wasn't for Jacob and I, you would never have gotten her back. Now, show us some respect."

"My intentions were not to disrespect you. I'm just frustrated."

"Go pour yourself another drink, then."

I slowly opened my eyes, my heart pounding with the familiar fear before I even knew where I was. I opened them just a smidge, enough to go unnoticed. I could make out Phil, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed I was lying on. I could also see Billy Black, sitting on a couch across the room, smoking a cigarette. I didn't need to open my eyes anymore to discover that I was in a motel. The entire room reeked of stale beer and cigarettes.

I couldn't help but make my conciousness known when I realized I was tied to the bed by dirty ropes. I gasped, trying to break free of the clutches. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks faster than I even thought possible. My fragile being could not handle spending another second of my life with Phil. I couldn't help but allow the hopelessness to sink deep into my system like a plague.

How could I ever be so stupid to believe that I could lead a normal life? That I could find friends... and love? None of those things are meant for a broken, useless girl like me. The fact that I even let myself feel happiness is a fucking disgrace.

"Ah, ah, ah... don't even try, Isabella," Phil murmured, a wicked smirk planted on his face as he watched me try to rid myself of the ropes. He looked different. He was normally bald-headed, but, now, he had a little bit of light brown hair. He grew a full beard, as well, and traded his contact lenses for a pair of glasses that looked older than me. Obviously trying to disguise himself. He must know the authorities are looking for him.

"Please..." I began, not knowing what else to say.

He sat at the foot of my bed, patting my knee in mock affection. My stomach coiled the minute he touched me. "Isabella, I've missed you very much. I'm so glad we're reuinted! We all know it's meant to be this way."

"Phil-"

"Silence!" He interrupted. "Don't speak unless I say you can, got it? You portrayed disobedience in the greatest manner. You left me, after all those times I promised you that you would regret it if you did such a thing. Did you really assume it would be that easy? That I didn't have tricks up my sleeve in order to get you back? Preposterous!"

"I'm sorry-"

"Do not lie to me, Isabella. You've done enough damage. I suggest you act in ways to make up for what you've done to me, instead of the opposite."

I simply nodded as the tears continued to fall.

"Alas, we are together, again, and it will stay that way until your heart stops beating. Now, I need to know, why did you leave me?"

"I... I don't know."

He suddenly slapped me across the face, the sound bouncing off the walls. I bit my lip in a pathetic effort to stop my cries of pain. I hadn't felt his abuse for quite some time, and my body grew used to living without it. "Bullshit! Tell me! Why did you leave me?" He began punching me wherever he deemed necessary. My face, my stomach, my neck. I took blow after blow, squeezing my eyes shut and thinking of anything but the agony rippling through my body with a greater force than I even knew was possible. Suddenly, I felt a deep sting in my arm as a cold blade swiftly glided across the skin. I looked down and saw blood trickling out of my forearm. It wasn't a lot. I knew Phil's intentions were not to kill me - yet. I trembled in pain as I watched him place the knife on the bedside table before giving me one last kick to the ribs. I imagined Edward's face in my head, hoping it would bring me some sort of peace. I saw his crooked grin, and his ruffled hair. I saw his twinkling green eyes, and the hard structure of his jaw.

He began punching again, only stopping when he was gasping for air, giving himself a workout by beating me senseless. I watched with heavy eyes as he began swigging from a bottle of whiskey before unconciousness won.

I opened my eyes, sensing sunlight pouring into the room through the thin, blue curtains cast over the windows. I groaned at the immediate pain the second my body became aware again. I was sore everywhere, all my limbs hurt from the insane beating Phil gave me. I warily looked around the room and saw nobody but Jacob. He was sitting on the bed next to mine, staring at me with a terrifying grin on his face.

"Finally, you're awake."

"W-what's going on?"

"Phil and my Dad went to pick up a few things. They left me here to supervise you."

"I don't need supervision," I spat.

He began laughing loudly. "Oh, Bella, you're funny."

"Why are you and your Dad even a part of this?! Do you know how much trouble you 2 will be in when you go back home?"

His laughing just increased. "Why would you even think we're going back there? You really are stupid! Of course we know what trouble we could be in. That's why we're not going back. Ever."

"How could that work?"

"You do know that Phil's parents were extremely wealthy, and he inherited millions after they passed, right? You have to know that. They're the ones who paid your mother's endless hospital bills. Your mother left him a nice chunk of money, too. Phil is going to provide us with new, better lives in exchange for our contribution to the act of keeping you here. We are going to help him make sure you never get away. In return, my father and I will never have to lift a finger again. Also, we don't have to go back to that good-for-nothing town again. Food, clothes, shelter... all provided by Phil... or shall I say his parents... and your Mom."

"But the police are looking for him... don't you think they've frozen his accounts or something? He can't just keep accessing that money."

"He has hired many people to help him transfer his money around so it can be accessed and untraced. You must know that he is a smart man, and all of this is thought out. He even has fake ID's for all of us."

i began grasping at straws. "They'll find us."

"i highly doubt that."

"Where are we going to go?"

"You'll find out."

Before I could even respond, he sauntered towards my bed and sat down far too close to me. "Enough with the bullshit talking." He rolled his tired eyes as I sunk deeper into the raggedy blanket surrounding me. It smelled of sweat and alcohol, but I gladly accepted its protection from the cold and Jacob's prying, perverted eyes.

He chuckled darkly before waltzing across the room and sitting on the outdated couch, sipping from a beer bottle while turning the television on. I silently fought against the ropes, hoping I could find a way to free myself and make a run for it. Unfortunately, they were far too tight - any move I made caused the roughness of the ropes to dig into my skin, my wrists turning red from the friction.

If I was going to get out of here, I needed answers. Jacob seemed to be the only one who could even stand to talk to me, even if he was a rapist. I couldn't stand speaking to him, or looking at him, but I was out of options. I had to swallow the pain I felt every time I saw him.

"We can't stay in this motel forever, ya know," I began.

"Obviously. We got that covered."

"Where are we going?"

"Oh, please, you know I'm not going to tell you. Quit wasting your breath."

"It's my life we're talking about, here," I retorted angrily.

"In case you can't tell, the value of your life means nothing to any of us. You're just our slave at this point. That's all you'll ever be."

"You're how old again, Jacob? 16? Do you really wish to spend the rest of your life in the presence of nobody but Phil, me and your father? You have many long years ahead of you."

He glared at me, the hatred evident in his dark eyes. "Stop pretending you have the power to make me second guess this choice. Believe me, I thought it through many times. No going back now. So, stay the hell out of my head."

"What happens 30 years from now, when Phil and Billy are dead?"

"Then you will be all mine, officially."

"I will never be yours."

"Considering my cum was on your body last night, I beg to differ."

"I didn't fucking ask for that, you dog," I snapped, the anger rising to my voice.

"Do you think I fucking care about technicalities?"

"I don't think you care about anything."

"I just don't care about you or your pathetic sob story. I hated the pathetic life I lived in La Push. If leaving there means I have to make your life a living hell for someone's else's benefit, then so be it. Got it?"

I shut my mouth, fearing what he may do if I make him more mad. I stared at the wall, trying desperately to think of anything that could help me get out of here. However, I found myself thinking to Edward and the rest of the Cullen's. How are they handling my disappearence? Do they think I ran, or do they know I've been kidnapped? Are they looking for me? I know Edward has to be. There was no way he was faking the love in his eyes every time he looked at me. I know he is searching in every way that he can. I can feel it in my soul. I just feared he wouldn't want me anymore if he found me like this.

About 30 minutes later, Phil and Billy returned with bags in their hands. They set the bags on the round table in the corner of the room. One of the bags had the McDonald's logo on it, and my stomach immediately growled at the scent of greasy food. I believe it has been at least a full 24 hours since I'd last eaten, which was at Jasper and Rosalie's after a night of drinking. I sighed, the pain in my chest increasing at the thought of my friends.

Suddenly, Phil untied me for the first time. I thanked him profusely while he threw the McDonald's bag at my feet.

"You need to eat something. You're here to serve us, not die on us."

A big cheeseburger and countless fries awaited for me in the bag. I licked my lips before digging in, moaning softly at the taste. At least I knew they would feed me.

As I listened to my 3 kidnappers snore heavily in the night, I lie wide fucking awake. I stared out the window, wishing Phil could untie me so I could at least look outside. All I wanted was to see the stars. The same ones that shined brightly above Edward and I the night we confessed our love for one another. A memory that seemed so distant, yet so close that I could almost feel his arms around me, his lips pressed against mine. I felt the silent tears rolling down my cheeks as my heart - yet again - broke in my chest.

I could literally feel my right wrist twitching for a pen. I was dying to write right now. I had endless emotions that I needed to come to terms with, and writing seemed to be the only way to do that. Particularly, I wanted to write to Mom.

The past month had been absolutely perfect, and I was beginning to believe it was all because of Mom. I truly felt as though she changed the course of my life.

Now, I knew that was not true. Because, if Mom was controlling my life, she would not have allowed this to happen. She would have protected me at all costs. She would never have married Phil if she knew he would turn into this ruthless monster after her death.

I continued to stare at the walls, wondering what would be next. I truly had no clue where I was. Phil had mentioned that I was unconcious for nearly 6 hours after Jacob had drugged me. That means we could easily be in Oregon or Western Washington. I didn't believe there were any other options. Idaho was the only other state touching Washington, but that would be over 7 hours of driving from La Push. The math couldn't add up.

I wished I had another clue, but nothing was coming to mind, and I began feeling helpless again. I didn't want to give up hope - mostly, for Edward - but I feared that it may become my only option. It seemed as though Phil had a solid plan, one that would be nearly impossible to escape from. I would have to try. The only solid thing I could think of at the moment would be to yell for help the second we left the motel. However, that could only be possible if they didn't drug me before we left, like Jacob had done yesterday. Would they drug me, though? That would mean they would have to carry my unconcious body to the car, which could rouse suspicion if anyone were to see.

Jacob rolled over in his sleep and wrapped a heavy arm around me. I wiggled beneath him, hoping to wake him up enough for him to turn the other way. Of course the sleeping arrangements just had to be made this way. Phil took the other bed, and Billy slept on the pull-out couch in the corner of the room.

I glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 3:47 AM, and I have not slept yet. I did my very best to stay awake, to be honest, because this was the only time I felt peace. During the day, I would either be beaten by Phil or - maybe - raped by Jacob. When all 3 monsters were asleep, I was able to be - in a sense - alone.

Sleep must have finally claimed me, because when opened my eyes in the morning, the sun was shining brightly through the curtains. My body was immensely sore from the beating from Phil and another rape from Jacob. I could feel every single limb begging for ice. Sigh. If only it were that easy. I closed my eyes quickly, hoping to catch any sort of information while I continued to feign sleep. I could hear Billy and Phil chatting.

"I can't wait to finally be out of here and have a real bed," Billy grunted, his voice rough and gloomy.

"Don't worry, Billy. We will leave here soon."

"How soon?"

"When everything is prepared," Phil huffed in annoyance.

"How long is it going to take this guy to get the cabin ready for us?"

"He has a long drive there that he completes almost every day for us. Have some respect," Phil snarled, defending whatever friend they were speaking of.

"Oakridge is not all that far from his house, Phil."

"Laurent is doing a great deed for us, so I wouldn't whine, if I were you."

My heart began to leap with hope. I now had some solid information that they did not know I had. I had to act as if I knew nothing, though, or the consequences would be terribly severe.

My only hope was that, somehow, the authorites would discover that Phil kept me in this motel while we waited for this so-called cabin to be ready. Even though it was a vain hope, I couldn't live with myself if I did nothing. I had to leave a clue in this motel about the cabin, just in case they found out we were here. How, though? I was tied up except for the luxuries of eating and using the bathroom. I have not seen a pen or paper in sight this entire time. I had to figure out a way to leave a clue before this cabin was ready and we made our way there.

A few minutes later, I decided to make it known that I was awake, because I wanted to look around the room for anything that could help me.

"Good, the bitch is finally up. Take my shoes and polish them," Phil threw his muddy boots at the foot of my bed, along with a rag and some polish. He untied me and I got to work right away as him and Billy watched. Jacob sat with his eyes glued to the TV, watching some sort of action movie.

I sneakily looked around the room, but found nothing in my search. I begged the tears not to fall as I berated myself for being such a failure. I would truly hate myself even more if I could not find a way to leave a clue.

After I was done polishing his boots, Phil allowed me to take a shower, as long as Jacob stayed in the bathroom with me to make sure I didn't "misbehave." As much as I wished that wasn't the case, I was still extremely glad to be able to take a shower. I was really starting to fucking reek. I hopped up and ran into the bathroom, Jacob following me with an arrogant smirk on his face. I undressed with my back to him.

"Turn around so I can see more of that smokin' bod, babe."

I ignored him and stepped into the shower. I grabbed a tiny bottle of shampoo and lathered it through my hair, stifling the moan that almost escaped my body when feeling the hot water ease my aching muscles. The hot water helped melt some stress and soreness from my body and down the dirty drain.

I tried as hard as I could to ignore the fact that Jacob was sitting just outside the shower curtain while I should have been left alone. Occasionaly, he would reach into the shower and try to grab me. He was mocking me, laughing loudly in his sick enjoyment. I did my best to cower in the corner, but there were only so many places to hide in a fucking motel shower.

I tried to stall and remain in the tiny shower as long as possible. I stood there and thought of Edward. I hoped he could find me somehow, because I couldn't possibly live without him much longer. My heart was crying for him. Every single part of my body was filled with emotional and physical pain. I would surely become nothing if I couldn't go back to him. There was no way in fucking hell that I should survive without his arms around me. Without his lips pressed against mine so softly, so delicately as if I would break.

"Even though you're an annoying bitch, you're gorgeous," Jacob grinned as I shut the water off and wrapped a white towel around myself. I cast my eyes downward and dressed with shaky hands.

Billy and Jacob stepped outside to give Phil and I some "time alone." They sat in the chairs outside our room, puffing on cigarettes as Phil began to attack me again.

"I swear to fucking God, Isabella, that I will beat you every single day until the day I die. That's the least you deserve for leaving me the way you did. You're a fucking retard, you know that? Your precious Cullen's are probably thankful you're out of their hair. You were just a charity case to them, and some easy, broken girl for your little Edward to take advtange of."

Phil could say anything he wanted about me, but never the Cullen's. Not on my watch. "You don't know them. They were greater people than you could only wish to be."

I suddenly remembered that I could scream for help once I saw Phil reaching for the duct tape. I let out one tiny scream that lasted maybe a second before Phil clamped the duct tape around my mouth and turning the TV on full volume. Nobody would hear my cries now.

"How dare you talk back to me, you stupid cunt?! You are NOTHING! Do you hear me?! Nothing!" He whipped me with a belt numerous times while my body convulsed in pain. I choked on my sobs as I felt the torterous pain encompass me. I only remember Phil's disgusting breath spewing venom on my face before I blacked out.

I opened my eyes to find the room undisturbed by my captors, who were all sound asleep scattered around the smelling room. The TV was left on. A horror movie was playing, and I watched as the actress ran away from a serial killer with a chainsaw. I fucking envied her. At least she was just acting. Once the director yells "cut," she is able to smile and go home to her family. To her loved ones.

Heavy snoring came from different directions of the room. My head was pounding with major pain from Phil's beating. I groaned as my eyes found the alarm clock. 1:55 AM.

My left hand was handcuffed to the bed while my right hand was left free. I glanced down at my wrist, examining the damage from fighting against the ropes. I scowled, looking around for anything that could help cut through the handcuffs.

The knife Phil had used to stab me with last night was sitting on the bedside table next to me. I pondered attempting to cut through the cuffs, but I knew that would not work. The knife was far too dull. If only I was tied up by ropes, like before, then I could easily cut through with the knife and make an escape. Of course life is not that simple. At least, no they for me.

Suddenly, the gears began turning in my head. Wooden bedside table... knife... that's it!

The TV was left on, so I knew it would assist in keeping the sounds I was about to make muffled. As quietly as I could, I carved what little information I knew into the table.

Oakridge

Cabin

Laurent

-IMS

I even carved my initials so they knew it was me, if someone were to even find it. I moved the alarm clock a few inches so it was placed over the note. I couldn't risk anyone here seeing it, but I knew they would never lift under the alarm clock. I carefully blew away the particles of wood I left in a trail next to the clue, hoping it would help me escape this life in any way, shape or form.