A/N:

Hey All.

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Quote of the Chapter:

"I believe we survive, George. I believe that believing we survive is what makes us survive." Grey's Anatomy. A wonderful show.

Song of the Chapter:

"Chasing Pavements." Adele

Something Corporate: Konstantine

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. If I was, then I would give you Breaking Dawn instead of this story.

Enjoy.

Twirl

As the light grew stronger as the morning dragged on, I eventually climbed out of bed. I did not want to end the dream I had, a perfect dream of Edward and I together happy after our wedding forever. What ruin a perfect thing?

Finally, around eleven o'clock, I managed to stumble out of bed. Waking up to natural devices rather than my personal Greek god is quite a difference, a difference that I am glad to be able to avoid quite soon. After grabbing an outfit picked out my Alice and my toiletries, I entered the bathroom to begin my morning routine.

The outfit that Alice picked out was rather modest compared to her latest fashions. It was simply a pair of light blue jeans and a v-neck blue blouse. The color of blue was always Edward's favorite. Next to the outfit was a note. I prepared to see Edward's elegant writing but was stunned to see Alice's.

Bella,

Here is an outfit for your day. It is quite comfortable, and I thought you would like. Be careful, and I will be watching.

Your future sis,

Alice

I stripped down to my bra and underwear to put on the outfit, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Alice was lately recommending (a.k.a. demanding) wearing make-up. I was complying, however today I did not see a need. I was not going to be with Edward, nor with any of my future family members.

Surprising myself, I managed to go downstairs, eat breakfast, and walk out to the truck without an incident. Edward would be proud, I thought to myself as I climbed into the automobile. It would be a long drive to Port Angelas that I was driving now. At least, I was safer driving somewhere close to the speed limit, even if it was a little under compared to the 100 mile an hour speed Edward insisted.

Turning on the new radio that Edward put in a couple of months ago, I settled on a station that was playing "Konstantine" by Something Corporate. As the lyrics began, I found myself singing along.

I can't imagine all the people that you know
and the places that you go
when the lights are turned down low
and I don't understand all the things you've seen
but I'm slipping in between
you and your big dreams
it's always you
in my big dreams

and you tell me that it's over
wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clovers
and your restless, and i'm naked
you've gotta get out
you can't stand to see me shaking
no
could you let me go?
I didn't think so

and you don't wanna be here in the future
so you say the present's just a pleasent interruption to the past
and you don't wanna look much closer
cuz your afraid to find out all this hope
you had sent into the sky by now had crashed
and it did
because of me

and then you bring me home
afraid to find out that you're alone
and i'm sleeping in your living room
but we don't have much room to live

I had these dreams that i learned to play guitar
maybe cross the country
become a rock star
and there was hope in me that i could take you there
but dammit you're so young
well i don't think i care
and if i hurt you
then i'm sorry
please don't think that this was easy

then you bring me home
cuz we both know what it's like to be alone
and i'm dreaming in your living room
but we don't have much room to live

and konstantine is walking down the stairs
doesn't she look good
standing in her underwear
and i was thinking
what i was thinking
we've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere

my Konstantine came walking down the stairs
and all that i could do is touch her long blonde hair
and i've been thinking
it hurts me thinking that these nights
when we were drinking no they never got us anywhere
no

this is because i can spell konfusion with a k
and i like it
it's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it
it's to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car
when the first star you see may not be a star
I'm not your star
isn't that what you said
what you thought this song meant

and if this is what it takes
just to lie in my mistakes
and live with what i did to you
and all the hell I put you through
I always catch the clock
it's 11:11
and now you want to talk
it's not hard to dream
you'll always be my konstantine

konstantine, they'll never hurt you like i do
no they'll never hurt you like i do
no, no, no no no no no no

this is to a girl who got into my head
with all the pretty things she did
hey
you know
you keep me up in bed
this is to a girl who got into my head
with all the fucked up things i did
hey
maybe
baby
you could keep me up in bed
my Konstantine
spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen
and i said
did you know i missed you? x7
oh god i miss you

and then you bring me home
and we'll go to sleep, but this time, not alone, no no
and you'll kiss me in your living room
i know
you'll miss me in your living room
cuz these nights i think maybe that i'll miss you in my living room
we don't have much room
i said does anybody need that room?
because we all need a little more room
to live

Somehow I felt an instant connection to the song. The words reminded myself of Edward and I during that darken months we spent apart. The part of hopefully my incredibly long life that I would wish to forget. However, as much as I tried to forget those months, I still felt as though I was "forbidden to remember, terrified to forget."

The time flew by as the scenes passed out in front of my eyes. I was lost in my thoughts. As much as I was sure of my future and adamant about what I wanted, do not all brides get some nerves? Is not everyone a little bit nervous before they get married? And they are not getting married for eternity… Yet, every time I thought about it, I was so sure of my decisions. I was getting married to the love of my life. I was getting married and would be able to spend every minute of forever with him. What is better than that?

Due to being in a river of thoughts, I arrived before I could comprehend the drive. I pulled up along the walk and parked next to the same bookstore that almost two years ago I understand the love of my existence.

I ambled up the pathway and entered the bookstore. Entering the bookstore, I was ambushed by thousands of thoughts and memories of the past. Memories of what happened two years ago, memories of the what-ifs in my life. It was like I was walking upon a stage where everyone could see my life, my past, and my future. And I was the only one, entering this blind. They had the script before them…

Yet, as strange as it might seem, walking upon this stage, upon my past was the surest thing I have done in the past few weeks. It reminded me of the many memories of Edward, of my life before, during, and even after meeting him. At this point in the past, when I walked upon this step, I was living without Edward, without his constant love and presence. Being reminded of a time when we was not in my life reassured me of how very much I needed him in there. I needed him more than I needed to live. For, what is life without your heart, what is life without hope…

Overcoming the thoughts of the past, I went on with my shopping trip. Without any interruptions from Alice or anyone, I was able to take my time, crawling along the books and witnessing the lines of my favorite authors. Knowing my own copies of Romeo and Juliet and Wuthering Heights were bruised and battered, I thought of picking up new copies. I picked up Romeo and Juliet and the book turned to a random page. Looking upon the script, I found the lines:

"Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun."

Rethinking my decision, I decided that I would keep my old copies of the books. For, I really did prefer old fashioned things…

After two hours of reading random books and living the lives of the characters, I was done. I had occupied eight books. I walked up to the cash-register and went to pull out the wallet from my jacket pocket. Instead of finding my wallet, I found a card with a note around it.

-Isabella,

In three days, you will be my wife. Here is a card for you, please accept it. Remember what is mine is also yours.

With all my love,

Edward.

Upon reading the note twice, I looked down on the name on the card, Isabella Marie Cullen. I felt tings in my eyes as I looked over the name. It was my name. I felt a new sense of love echo throughout my body. I loved the sound of my name, especially when it was said through his lips. I was ecstatic as I handed him the VISA card. I did not want to know what the spending limit was on it. However, since I had no other money and it did say my name, I had to use it.

I took the purchase from the cashier and went outside. I found the truck and placed the purchase in the front seat. I looked at my watch and saw it was dawning upon 5:00pm. Charlie knew I was going to be away tonight and was spending the night watching the game with Billy. My stomach began to growl, and I decided to eat here rather than waiting to get home. Leaving the truck in the lot, I decided to walk for old time sakes to find something to eat. I knew that Edward would prefer that I drove or ate at home, but it was daylight, and there was no harm in walking. Pushing aside any negative thoughts, I grabbed the card from the bag and began walking down the side street. Suddenly, I realized the sights were very familiar, and I was once again down the street where Edward saved me. However, this time there was no threat, no men, nothing to be afraid of.

I continued down the street looking at the sides of the houses on the right and the small businesses along the boardwalk. Feeling strangely at ease, I slowed my pace and began to take in the sights even more. To my right on the corner was a small park. There was a pavilion in behind of it, and it looked like the type of place reserved for small parties. In from of the pavilion stood a volleyball court, and directly to the left, on the other side of the garden was a swing set. Failing to remember the last time I was on a swing, I decided to walk over.

I sat down and began to pump my legs faster and faster till I was soaring in the air. I felt strangely like a small child. The wind was pouring through my long hair. And I felt the rush through every motion. It was better than running with Edward because I was in control, in addition to the lack of becoming nauseated.

"Hello, sugar..." a strangely familiar voice rang through the air. I was too busy occupied with the strange feeling of flying that I did not notice his calling. Perhaps if I was not so distracted that I would not notice the group of men that were beginning to surround the playground.

"Bitch, did you hear me? Get your ass done here?" That calling I did hear. I was suddenly taken back from the new circumstance. Around the swings was a group of five men. The men formed a pentagon around me. I was trapped. I was completely lost of what to do. No sound of Edward's voice rang through my head this time. My possibilities were slim. Remembering animal instincts from biology class, I knew that I would either go in flight or fight mode. I was no competition to five strong men, yet I would give them a hell of a struggle if it came to that. And running was never my strong suit.

I saw an opening. I was currently soaring through the air, way above them. If they would happen to go in front of the swing to grab me, I would be able to kick them off. Perhaps, maybe just perhaps… I could jump over them and take off running and screaming as I go from these true monsters. It was a chance. It was better than trying to fight them off.

"I love you, Edward," I whispered into the air as I jumped from the swing into the air over the head of the strongest guy in front of me. This was my chance to get back to Edward. I could feel my body through the air as all my body felt relax in the air. And yet, as soon as I was relaxed, I could feel my body make sudden contact with the ground. I should have known that my clumsy self would not allow me to make an easy escape after falling from over ten feet. To my utmost horror, I landed on my ankle and let out a cry of pain as I heard a crunch. I prayed that it was just sprained, yet the pain radiated throughout my entire body. My plan has failed. I would not be able to run, and just let myself in an even more compromising position.

The men began to surround me on all sides. Seeing the faces of pure delight and lust stretched into their eyes, I began to scream in fright, for one of the first times in my life. I was not afraid for my life, I was afraid for Edward…for what would happen if I died.

"HELP ME… PLEASE HELP ME!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"We got a feisty one, don't we here. She should make it even more fun." The slim guy behind spoke as the group formed another circle around me.

Trying my luck again, I screamed yet as soon as the words escaped my month, the big, burly guy pushed his hand over my mouth.

"Be quiet, bitch, and it will go better for you." He snarled into my ear. My body was in trembles over what the "it" they were describing.

Another man walked up behind me and began to restrain my body, I rotated as fast as I could back and forth to get the filthy hands off of my. This attempt just seemed to make them latch on hard. The burly guy slipped his hands down the small of my back to my butt. He grabbed it and squeezed as his other hand crawled down my pants. I was shaking even more as he squeezed the other cheek, yet it was naked this time. One of the other men took off a backpack as the guy shoved me out of the park and into a dark alley way where a van stood with the back doors open. I remembered a tale that Renee told me whenever I was younger. There were recent kidnappings from the local mall in Phoniex. She said to raise hell if you would ever be made to get in a van, because once you are in there, you are as good as dead. It seemed a bit paranoid to me, yet the words rang through my ears at the moment. I started kicking and moving my hands as much as possible. I could not get in that van. I needed Edward, I needed to survive, not only for me, but for Edward. I had to survive, and I would survive. My struggles proved to no avail and actually seemed to make the men happy. The majority of their evil faces turned into slight smiles as I thrashed my arms against the man's chest.

"Easy, there will be plenty of time for that later." One of the man cooed from the background. The man with the background pulled out handcuffs along with a long piece of material. The man walked over with me with a huge grin.

The burly man took over his hand over my mouth just long enough for the man to wrap the piece of material around my mouth shuffling my cries.

"That's much better, isn't it, bitch? No more cries from you." He spoke with an evil sense of happiness. He reached behind my back and locked the handcuffs over my wrists. After the new sense of bondage, the burly man took my right arm, and another guy grabbed the left. There grips both made my skin burn under their tight grasp. The man with the backpack once more returned and grabbed a long needle.

"Get her in the van first." He spoke to the two men. He seemed to be the leader. The two men picked me up from my arms and dragged me to the open doors. I tried to kick the man, yet my hurt ankle did not allow for much a fight. I felt a pain radiate through my back as one of the other men kicked me for my attempts, for my last struggles for freedom. The door slammed to me horror. The two men that restrained me were in the back with me, in addition to the leader. The other two men were in the front seat. It dawned at me the slight humor of the situation. It took five strong men to take me. At least, I did not go down easy.

"Turn her over." The leader ordered to the two men. I was shoved order and forced to lay on my stomach in the cramped van as it took at off at high speeds. The man shoved his forearm down on the crook of my neck prohibiting me from looking at anything. The pain was radiating throughout my body from the fall, the kick, and now the arm.

"Pull down her pants. It will enter faster if we give it to the bitch in her ass." The leader ordered once again. Terror filled my mind. What are they going to do? I thought they were going to rape me… but what about that would make it go faster? I was able to turn my head slightly as the leader pulled out a long needle with ample liquid in it.

Fright would not accurately describe the situation. I was trembling. Was this the last moment I would be alive? What did they want? Were they going to kill me now? At least, that would make it go quick? Quick is always better, right? I wished I could see Edward once more, one more time. Earlier today, I had forever, and now it seemed as though I had seconds left. What happened? What the fuck happened to my life? Why did I have to go on that damn swing? I should have listened to Edward. But, more importantly, where were he… why did not Alice see my life ending? Would these men kill me to rape my dead corpse? That would probably be lest preferable than with a live participant, but what did it matter to these people? They surely did not care for me, or for the horror they were putting me through. Maybe, it is not ending… That could be a tranquilizing. But, would I even prefer to wake up with the men. Wake up to the tortured that would begin. But, I had to wake up. I could not leave him… I would not do that to him. I had to survive.

My questions soon ended as I felt the prick of a needle and the burning the true human venom circulate throughout my body… I love you, Edward was my last thought as I escaped the nightmare.