A/N: hello friends :) sorry it's been a few days, I've been terribly busy! I hope everyone is having a happy new year so far!

I know you all are itching for your favorite pair to be reunified. The only thing I will say is to stay patient ;) please remember to review!

Disclaimer. I do not own twilight!

BPOV:

"Isabella, wake your lazy ass up this instant! We are going NOW!" Phil's scruffy voice paraded it's way into my ears like an alarm clock going off at 5 AM. I inwardly grumbled and threw my hands over my tired, sore face, attempting to hide my already-weak eyes from the blinding light of the sun.

"Oh, come on, bitch! Don't act like you're too injured to move a single muscle in that pathetic body of yours," he scoffed, rolling his eyes at me. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him. "Our ride will be here in 10 minutes."

I watched warily as the Black's shoved the small amount of belongings they had into tiny, beat-up duffel bags. I huffed, totally unprepared to relocate. I felt that every step I took away from Forks, the futher my chances of being found became. I needed the small shred of hope I still clutched onto the same way I needed air.

The same way I needed Edward.

I thought of him with every pathetic, weak gust of air that soared in and out of my tired body. I was terrified to continue without him, let alone with these sick motherfuckers. What have I ever done to deserve this? I behaved, maintained good grades, respected everyone that deserved it. So, why on Earth was I constantly treated worse than a pile of dog shit under a 5-year-old pair of Nike trainers?

I moved mechanically as the monsters rummaged around the room in a rush, acting as though a bomb was about to go off. Hell, for all I knew, maybe there was. I would accept it at this fucking point. Go ahead, take me out of my misery in whatever manner you choose. You have my permission.

Phil approached me with a large needle, and I shrieked as he swiftly forced it into my arm. I could feel the sharp medal penetrating each layer of my skin, and I yelped in pain. In a matter of seconds, I felt my vision grow blurry. I tried to remember what I could. I glanced over at the alarm clock and realized it had not been touched. That's all I needed to hold on to my short string of hope. I inwardly smiled before the wretched darkness consumed me.

When I finally came to, I found myself in a tiny bedroom. It smelled of woods and musk. The bed was small, but comfortable enough - especially because I wasn't sharing it with Jacob. I saw nothing but a bedside table and a small dresser accompanying the bed. I could hear voices and banging around coming from downstairs. I hopped out of bed as quickly as possible, heading towards the windows. I opened the curtains and was met with 2 windows, various steel bars placed vertically over each of them. Beyond the bars, I saw nothing but a forest. Endless miles of it. If I wasn't stuck in this situation, I would have thought that it was beautiful. I could hear birds humming around outside, the soft sound of wind whipping the countless trees in different directions. I scowled, not having any clue where I was. All I know is that it is a cabin in a place called Oakridge, from what I remember overhearing in the motel. Where is Oakridge, though? Washington? Oregon? Pennsylvania for all I fucking know? We could be anywhere in the god damned country. I have no idea what day or time it is anyway.

I quietly shuffled to the door and opened it. I saw numerous locks on the outside of my door, indicating that Phil would lock me in here. However, they weren't locked at the moment, or else I wouldn't be able to open the door. What were my chances of escape? Probably nonexistent: if I ran outside, he would probably shoot me down. I knew that for a fact. Or else, he would have kept me locked in here at the moment. To the left was another bedroom, to the right was 2 more bedrooms and a bathroom. I could make out Phil's voice coming from somewhere downstairs.

"This truly is perfect, Laurent. Thank you so much, again."

"Anything you need, my friend. The house is fully stocked with everything you could possibly need: food, toiletries, clothes, you name it - I have it here for you."

"And you're 100% sure nobody knows we're out here?"

"Positive."

Laurent. Who was this fucker? Did he own this cabin? Did he kill the owner in order to give Phil and the rest of us a secluded, unknown area? Did he know phil personally, or did Phil hire him? I suddenly felt like finding Jacob. Again, my mind was plagued with questions, and he seemed to be the only one to give me any sort of information, no matter how small.

"So, Phil, I will be back in 2 weeks with fresh food and whatever I feel you need. Maybe some movies and books?"

"That sounds great, Laurent. I will be sure to reimburse you for your troubles."

"$600 per every trip I take out here, plus reimbursement for the money I spend on supplies for you all. That is what we agreed on, no?"

"Yes, you are correct."

"Very well. Give me a ring if you need me earlier than 2 weeks from now. I will see what I could do." I heard a door creak open and then shut, the sound of an engine outside roaring to life before driving away, the hum of it getting further and further until it was nonexistent.

I didn't hear any more voices, just rummaging and banging of cabinets. I slowly shut the bedroom door and hopped back into bed as gingerly as possible, trying not to disturb my aching muscles. I glanced down at my body, horrified by the endless bruises that littered my skin in all different shapes and sizes. I wrapped my arms around myself in a pathetic attempt to hold myself together. There was no use. I knew I would fall apart anyway.

Would Edward be able to find me out here? God only knows where the fuck I even am. It seemed impossible for anyone to track this location. Would I really never see my Edward again? I didn't want to think that way - but I didn't know if I could even help it. I burst into tears, sobbing into my knees as I clutched them fiercely to my chest. What I wouldn't give to be in his arms right now. I closed my eyes and imagined him wrapping me into his embrace, stroking my hair and looking deeply into my eyes. I imagined him kissing every inch of my naked body, lathering me with a love that I didn't know could even exist.

"Isabella!" I heard Phil's voice roar from downstairs. I hastily wiped the tears from my eyes. "Get down here now!"

I hurriedly ran downstairs, where Phil was waiting at the bottom of the steps.

"Come here. I want to show you something." He placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me towards a tiny kitchen. He pushed me towards a door in the far corner, opening it with his dirty hands.

He flicked a switch and I looked inside, seeing a staircase. This must be the basement. We walked down as I glanced around warily. I saw absolutely nothing but a small, wooden chair in the middle of the room. It had random ropes hanging off ot it.

"Whenever you misbehave, this is where you will go. I figured you should get to know the place for a little, ya know? Since you're such a retard, you will most likely be spending a lot of time here." I hated the way his voice was so calm when speaking in such a terrible manner.

I couldn't imagine how crazy I would go sitting down here in the pitch dark, strapped by old ropes to a filty chair. I vowed to do everything in my power to keep these fuckers happy. I never wanted to be down here again.

Suddenly, Phil wrapped his arms around my waist like a snake and picked me up, placing me in the chair. I tried to shoot up the second he let me go, but Jacob appeared on the stairs, indicating that I had no way of escape. I felt tears prickling my eyes as Phil tied me into the chair by both arms and both legs.

"We will start off with your first punishment: leaving me. You will be left down here in the dark until it is time for you to make us some food." Phil kicked my shin after his little declaration before walking back upstairs. I watched with wide eyes as Jacob approached me slowly, grinning.

"Like it here so far?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?"

"You get sassier as the days go on. I like it, it's a turn on."

"Well, then I'll just keep my mouth shut from now on."

He chuckled, stalking closer to me. He reached out and ran his finger slowly from my temple down to my jaw. I shivered, recoiling from his touch. "In case you haven't noticed, you will do what we say."

I looked away, not willing to respond.

"Why so shy all the sudden?" He mused.

"You're asking terrible questions - questions you already know the answer to. I'm not going to waste my breath by answering them."

He didn't respond, so I continued. "Where are we?"

"In a magical land... far, far away..." he joked.

"Oh, quit the shit."

"You're the one going on and on about me asking dumb questions. You're asking questions that you know you will never get the answer to. So, who's wasting their breath now?" He smirked in a cocky manner, his lips twitching in amusement. I rolled my eyes, looking away.

"So, when are you gonna shut the fuck up and decide that being with me is your best option?" He asked.

"Ha! Like I could ever want someone like you."

He chuckled before walking upstairs, turning off the lights and shutting the door.

The room was now pitch-black, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was eerie, so terrifyingly eerie. I continued to cry as the hopelessness washed over me. Would I be able to escape? I knew that Phil would at least keep me locked in my bedroom during the night hours, when he was asleep and unable to catch me if I made a run for it. He seemed to trust himself enough to keep my door unlocked during the day. He was clearly confident in his ability to keep me from successfully escaping. That's why Jacob and billy are here - to help phil ensure I️ don't escape. I️t would be easily to escape from one person. But 3? Could I outsmart them? I️ was beginning to lose faith in myself in that department.

Actually, in all departments.

The only thing I was thankful for was the Cullen's safety. I was so terrified that they would get hurt during Phil's attempt to get me back. I worried about it every single day: someone from their loving family being sucked into my dark world. I felt bliss, knowing that they were not pulled into this. That Phil only went after me. I was the one who deserved it, after all.

This was just so odd for me. I was used to fear - I've dealt with it in many different forms: watching Mom slowly die, abuse from my stepfather. This was a different fear, though. This fear had barely any hope. This fear knew that my life was not going to be the same anymore. Living somewhere else, dealing with not one 1, but 2 abusive monsters. Billy was the only one I fucking liked at the moment. Obviously, he's not on my side, but he hasn't laid a hand on me once. Probably because he's in a wheelchair, but I'll take what I can get.

Did Phil truly think this entire scheme out? Were the 4 of us going to live here like a big, happy family until we all just die off? Did Phil really inherit enough money to make that work? I fucking hope not.

Jacob seemed to be completely confident in Phil's twisted plan. He claimed that everything was taken care of. I tried to think of a loophole. There had to be something that he was missing. The question is if I'm capable of finding it.

I was in the basement for 5 hours in the dark, getting colder and colder as the seconds passed, when Phil finally untied me so I could cook dinner. I hastily ran upstairs and got to work, prepared to make the best fucking dinner any of these idiots has ever seen. Anything to go up to a warm bed instead of the basement again.

While cooking, I noticed that the cabinets and the fridge were completely stocked. Endless amounts of canned goods were stacked on the shelves in the cabinets, as well as snacks and junk food. The fridge was filled with fruits and vegetables, juices, milk, eggs, and - of course - beer. The freezer attatched to the fridge was loaded with meats, as well as a freezer in the laundry room.

So, this Laurent person really did make sure we were fully taken care of, and - from what I heard while eavesdropping - he will continue to bring us more items every 2 weeks. I thought of a plan to attempt to stowaway in his car. Could that happen? I would have to put a lot of thought into a plan that risky. It was the only thing I could think of at the moment, though.

I prepared them with salmon with lemon zest on top, with a side of salad, garlic bread and mixed veggies. I even set the table with ice cold beers as a finishing touch.

Of course, I was only allowed to eat whatever the 3 of them didn't finish. This was a much better deal than when living at home with Phil, though. Now, I was given 3 people's leftovers instead of just 1.

Once they were satisfied and full, I put a frozen, pre-made apple pie in the oven before digging into whatever they didn't eat. It was a good amount - half a plate of mixed veggies and almost an entire full salmon. Most of the fish was scraps, but it looked to be the size of a full piece when I placed it all together in the plate.

Nobody bitched about my food or harmed me in any way, so I assumed they enjoyed their meals.

The 3 of them sauntered into the living room and began smoking cigarettes and drinking whiskey while I cleaned the kitchen, making sure it was nothing but spotless. I wanted to lay in that bed upstairs more than anything. Well, not more than laying with Edward... but, again, I'll take what I can fucking get.

I paraded upstairs and shut the door behind me, flopping onto the bed with excitement and pulling the covers around me as if I was protecting myself from the monsters downstairs.

I must have fallen asleep, because, when I opened my eyes, it was pitch black in my room and I didn't hear any noise coming from downstairs. I felt wetness in my pants, and scowled when realizing the date: my period was due now.

I hurriedly ran to the door, praying it was unlocked, and praying that this Laurent person considered the fact that a teenage girl would be here and stocked some tampons or pads in the bathroom. I was elated to find that the door was unlocked. I could escape then! I ran to the bathroom as quietly as possible, rummaging through the cabinets.

Thank you, Laurent.

I slipped a tampon in and grabbed the entire box, throwing it on my bed. If I was going to escape, I needed to bring things. Who knows how far I am from civilization?

I sat down, making a mental list in my head. I would need one of the duffel bags Phil brought, which I believe is in a closet in the kitchen. I would need plenty of water bottles, some extra clothes, food... if I have enough room in the bag, I will also need to include a blanket and some toilet paper.

The problem was, I have no idea how deep into the wilderness we are in. It could take me days to reach civilization. I would need food with plenty of protein. Maybe, I could even steal some meat, along with a lighter. I could make a fire and cook some chicken or fish. I needed to be strong and filled with energy to make it out alive.

I crept downstairs so I could start packing, but stopped in my tracks when I saw Phil sitting in the kitchen, a beer by his side. He was very still, gazing out the window at the rain.

So, that's why my bedroom door was unlocked. Phil was still awake and able to catch me if I tried to escape. It felt as though my heart was a balloon that just completely deflated in my chest. All hope was gone. Again.

"Isabella, what are you doing?" He asked. Actually, his tone wasn't menacing or scary at all. It sounded like he was simply curious.

Obviously, I could not tell him that I came down to steal food to runaway with. "I'm just thirsty," I mumbled shakily as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

I was about to head back upstairs when he nodded his head towards the chair across from him. "Sit."

Of course, I did what I was told, fear running through me. I slyly glanced at the clock on the stove to see that it was 3:45 AM.

"I bet you have many questions, Isabella," he mused, his eyes never wavering from the trees outside. I swear he hasn't blinked at all, either. He was like an emotionless statue. He was calm. It was rather terrifying.

I nodded warily.

"Well, now, we will be living differently... so, how about we shake things up, then? I will answer some questions for you. But, only ones I wish to answer, obviously. There is a catch, though. You must tell me about that boyfriend of yours," he spat the word "boyfriend" as if it were some horribly contagious STD.

"O...okay..." I stuttered, confused. What the fuck is going on?

"I will not tell you where we are or anything like that. I will tell you why we are here, though. I will tell you why I feel the way I do towards you."

"You hate me," I breathed.

"Have you ever understood why?"

I shook my head.

"Isabella, you are a constant reminder of both of them."

"Who?"

"Your parents, obviously," he stated. His voice remained calm, his eyes were now trained on his beer bottle next to him, watching the condensation drip slowly down the side.

"You look so much like both of them. You have your father's dark hair and eyes, but your Mom's skin tone and smile. You have her tiny nose, too."

I stayed silent, not really sure what to say. This was the first time Phil and I had an actual conversation since before Mom died. My heart was pounding, waiting for him to burst in to a temper tantrum and attack me. I obviously expected that.

But, it truly seemed as though he just wanted to... talk. I couldn't stop the confusion from swarming around in my brain like an angry hive of bees. I couldn't, for the life of me, understand his intentions.

"You are a constant reminder of so many different things, Isabella."

"L-like what?" I stammered.

"One- you are the reason I do not have children of my own. I was in love with your Mother, and I didn't want babies with anybody else in the world, but her. She didn't feel the same. She said she didn't want any more kids, that one was enough. That's one of the reasons I just can't stand you, Isabella. Because you're not mine. You're his, and he is the reason I don't have any of my own. If she never met him, she would have wanted kids with me. I see him when I look at you, and it pisses me the fuck off. I hate him. I hate what he stole from me. I hate that he left you with me."

I scowled. None of this was truly my fault, so why the hell was I to be punished? It's not my fault that Mom didn't want any more kids. It's not my fault that she got pregnant with me. I never aked to be brought into this shitty world.

He continued. "Another reason- you look so much like her. It pisses me off. Sometimes, I see her when I look at you, but then I remember that it's not her, and I lose it. That's why I need you here, Isabella. Do you understand now? You are the closest thing in the world to her. You're half of her. I will hold onto whatever piece of her that I have, no matter what it takes."

I decided to find my voice and go along with it. Phil was actually telling me things I had always wondered. I would not lose this opportunity to learn as much as possible. Hell, maybe I could gain some information that could help me escape. "If I remind you of her, then why do you hurt me so much? Why do you do what you do to me, if I'm a part of her?"

He looked into my eyes. His were lifeless and dull. "Because you're not her."

Before I could ask anything else, he began asking about Edward. "Now, tell me about your little boyfriend... Edward."

I furrowed my brows heavily, not wanting to taint Edward by giving Phil any information about him. I had to do what he asked, though, or I knew I was in for the beating of a lifetime. Hell, at least Jacob couldn't rape me for the week, since I got my period. Unless he's a sick fucker who enjoys the blood...

"Answer me!" He bellowed, interrupting my thoughts.

"What do you want to know?"

"Why was he over that night, Isabella? Why did he come inside right after I beat the living shit out of you? Were you fucking him upstairs while I was gone? Did you call him for help when you heard me come home?"

"He came over a little bit before you came home. He was just visiting me."

"What would the son of a doctor want to do with a pathetic girl like you?" He chuckled, his words feeling like a stab right through the fucking chest, digging into my heart. I've always known that I was undeserving of Edward, but it hurt like hell to hear it from someone else's mouth. I was a fool to ever think otherwise. I was right from the very beginning: Edward did not belong in my world.

"We became friends while working on the project together," I mumbled in a small voice.

"I find that hard to believe. Who would want to be your friend?" He began stroking his beard in wonder, staring up at the wooden ceiling. "You were probably just prostituting yourself to him or something. Just another easy girl for him to fuck and throw aside."

I glared at him, the anger bubbling out of me before I could even attempt to tame it. "You don't know him. He would never do that. He doesn't treat people with disrespect. He doesn't hurt people, like you."

He began laughing manically, and I widened my eyes - terrified of what would happen next. His attitude towards Edward struck a nerve and I snapped. It was horribly stupid of me, but I couldn't stand the things he was saying about Edward. The wretched lies. Edward has the most beautiful soul out of any person in this entire world. How dare he question his motives? How dare he make him out to be a monster? Edward was the only thing that kept me together when I felt like falling apart.

He quickly reached across the table and punched me in the eye, my head cocking backwards faster than lightning. I immediately felt the horrid throbbing, clutching my eye as if it would help. He sauntered over to me before grabbing my neck and shoving me against the wall, boring his eyes into mine. I couldn't find air, and began panicking. He chuckled and threw me down on the ground as I coughed loudly, clutching my throat and begging silently for air. He kicked me swiftly in the ribs, making it even harder to breathe. I began having a panic attack when realizing how hard it was to find oxygen. My body grew tingly and hot, an uncomfortable feeling that I tried with all my strength to kick to the curb. I finally relaxed as Phil nonchalantly walked to the fridge, pulling a vanilla pudding out and eating it as if he didn't just fuck me up.

"Go up to bed."

I nodded and skidded upstairs in a hurry, hopping in my bed. I heard his footsteps come up the stairs and lock my door from the outside before shuffling down the hall and into his bedroom.

I began sobbing, clutching my ribs as if it would stop them from breaking. I tried to calm myself down and get my breathing back to normal by counting to 10 slowly in my head. I did this 6 times until I began to feel my body relax ever so slightly. I desperately wished I had ice for my eye, my ribs and my neck, but I knew such a luxury would be unattainable.

I laid in bed, wide awake, debating what he had told me about my parents. I tried to sympathize with him, because it was obvious that my Mother's death had literally driven him crazy. I thought of myself in that situation - watching Edward slowly die... the days turning into weeks... months... years... until he finally left me for good. I know that it would send me off the deep end, as well.

But, I could never see myself coping by turning into a monster filled with raging violence and anger.

Well, I guess everyone has different ways of coping.

Tragedy is tragedy, no matter how you look at it. Something terrible can fuck with different people's hearts in different ways. I was trying to understand that - enough to be the bigger person and attempt to give Phil the benefit of the doubt.

Still, everything he has ever done to me flashed right before my eyes. Every insult, every punch, every kick, every jab, every tiny ounce of pain... all of it flooded into my mind, prohibiting me from giving him any type of pity. I loved Mom, too, and I didn't turn into a fucking monster after her death. He had no excuse. Why would he even try to seem as if he does?

I could literally feel my right hand twitching, the emotional release of writing was so heavy on my mind lately. I would give anything for my journal and a fresh pen straight out of the packaging at the moment. I had so much to say. So much to tell Mom. So much to tell Edward.

I glanced out my barred window at the rain. If there was one thing I would rather have than my journal, it's Edward. I could feel pieces of my heart melting away after every second longer without him. I couldn't live without him. It was killing me, tearing at my soul. I'm pretty sure I didn't even have my soul anymore - Edward stole it the day he became my partner for that history project.

It was so easy to fall in love with him. It was easier than blinking, easier than breathing. I've never felt so special in my life, and I never will again. I need Edward and I need him now.

Which is why I have to escape. I could only hope that someone will find me, somehow. I thought of different ways this Laurent could get caught harbering us. Was that a possibility? Or was this plan of Phil's too-thought-out? After all, Phil was a cop, so he know the procedures for these type of situations. He had the upper hand - he had the mind of both the criminal and the hero.

So, I only have one choice: I have to outsmart him. I will do nothing here but think, anyway. What else is there for me to do? So, instead of wallowing in self-pity and crying, I will actually put my time to good use. I will figure out a way out of here.