A/N: I'm still Not Stephenie Meyer.

After Edward left, I felt a strange vibe. Why was he so jumpy? He kissed me like it might be the last time for a while, if not forever.

I walked into my kitchen with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I told myself that I was just overreacting.

I saw a note lying on the kitchen counter, for a half second I thought that somehow Jacob had left it there.

As I got closer I recognized the barely eligible scrawl as my fathers.

Bells,

Billy and I are going to watch the game. I left you some money in the cookie jar if you don't feel like cooking, I'll be home later tonight.

Dad.

I was happy for my Dad. Even thought Jacob was a jerk, I truly did like Billy. Jacob just got involved in the wrong crowd. Billy was the best friend my dad could ask for, and I was glad that I didn't ruin their relationship forever.

I looked in the fridge to see what I had to work with, and noticed that it was bare. I guess I will get Pizza. I thought

Then I thought that maybe Edward would come home in time for us to drive to Port Angeles, and go to dinner, if Esme didn't mind.

I went upstairs to feed the fish Edward had bought for me, and stared at them for a while.

I turned on my computer, and waited for it to come to life. It was taking to long, and my stomach began growling, so I decided I should eat something small. I didn't have much of a lunch today.

I successfully made it down the stairs without tripping.

I took an apple out of the fridge and ate it hoping it would hold me over until I figured out what to do for dinner.

After I threw away my garbage, I decided to go into the living room and watch TV. It wouldn't be the same without Edward, but it was something to do.

I sat down on the couch, and flipped on the television.

I had just started watching our favorite court show when the power went out.

I started getting creeped out, so I whipped out my cell phone to send Edward a text. I thought that maybe he would still be in the waiting room, and could send me a message.

I had just started typing it out when my cell phone was snatched out of my hand.

"Why don't you take a seat, Isabella." A deep voice commanded that I instantly recognized as Sam Uley.

I tried to run to the front door. I thought if I could only outrun him to the Cullen house, then Esme, or Jasper would be home.

A big strong arm grabbed onto me, and threw me on to the couch.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked in a fake sweet voice.

I tried to get up again with no avail. It was pointless, I was trapped.

"What do you want, Sam?" I tried to sound brave, but I knew soon the tears that were building up would escape my eyes, and I would be nothing but a coward.

"I'm just here doing a favor for a friend." I could barely make out him grinning, and winking at me as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Sam. I think you should leave, my boyfriend is about to come over, and when he does…." I was cut off by him putting his finger to my lips that not so long ago had been entranced by Edward.

Maybe that would be our last kiss.

"Silly Isabella, don't you know anything?" He shook his head. He walked around the couch in an intimidating circle.

"Do you really think Edward is at the dentist?" He laughed at me as the tears started rolling down my cheeks, just as I had suspected.

"Sam. Please leave, I never did anything to you." I pleaded with him, to no effect.

"Edward is in La Push right now looking for me." He let out a hardy laugh, that made me shiver.

"You know. It's great that you think you're too good for Jake, but to replace him with someone so….stupid." He laughed harder.

"What are you talking about Sam?" I began getting panicked. I didn't want Edward to get hurt.

"Well. I knew that he would often times have you hide out at the Brandon home with Alice, and Emmett. So I went into their garage last night, and left Emmett a note." He began laughing again.

"I did it so that Emmett would tell Edward, and they would all go rushing to La Push to throw elbows with me. And with them almost half an hour away, it gives me more time to deal with you. The best part is that it actually worked." He leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"Please leave Sam, I won't tell anyone about this. You won't get into any trouble if you just leave now." I begged him.

He grabbed my face in his hands and began running his thumb across my lips.

"Bella. Didn't you read that note Jake left you? I'm not getting into any trouble anyway. Charlie doesn't stand a chance." He was right. I couldn't tell anyone. Whatever he was planning to do, as long as I didn't die, no one would ever suspect a thing.

"Please leave my father and Edward out of this, they have nothing to do with what happened between me and Jacob." I was still pleading, with almost no shred of hope that it would make any difference.

"Well neither do I, but here I am." He sat down next to me, and put his arm around me. I automatically recoiled.

"Sam please don't do this." I tried to reason with him, as he trailed his large hand up my thigh.

"Here's what I want you to do." He started, completely ignoring my request. "I want you to write a note to your father and tell him that you need to leave forks for a while, that you can't take the rain, and the small town life anymore." I began crying harder as I comprehended what he was telling me to do.

"I can't do that Sam. Where are you going to take me?" I asked.

"Wherever I want." He smiled down at me, as he kissed me again, this time on the lips.

He got up "Now. I trust that you will stay here Bella." I decided that I should obey him. I didn't want to make him mad, and there was no way I could outrun him.

He came back momentarily with a pad of paper, and a pen. "Now write what I say." He commanded as he shoved the pen into my hand.

"Dear dad." He began, and I did as I was told. "I just can't take this life anymore. I hate this town." Tears were soaking the page as I continued. "I am leaving, and I'm not coming back. Not for a while. Don't even bother looking for me, I need to be on my own." I was shaking so badly that my handwriting was almost as bad as my fathers.

"Signed, Bella." He smiled as I finished, and he ripped the note from my hand.

"Now. How about Edward?" He asked, as he began tracing my jaw line with his fingertip.

"What about Edward?" I asked, truly curious. Wasn't making my Dad miserable enough?

"I think you should give him a little call, you know, to tell him that you won't be with him anymore yadda yadda yadda." He pulled out my cell phone, and searched for Edward's number.

"Please don't involve him in this. He hasn't done anything. Not to you, and not to Jacob." I was still crying. Just saying anything so he wouldn't make me call Edward. I didn't want him to feel guilty about whatever was about to happen to me, like I knew he would.

"Tell him exactly what I tell you to tell him, or I'm going to have him get hurt, do you understand?" He asked as he finished searching through my phone.

"I understand." I replied. Speaking to the best of my ability.

He dialed the number, and after a few rings Edward picked up and Sam handed the phone to me.

"Hello?" I said, the tears already pouring out.

"Bella. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He began frantically.

Sam looked at me and wrote down on another piece of paper. "Tell him you're leaving and that you don't want to be with him anymore" it said.

"I'm leaving and I don't want to be with you anymore." I was barely able to choke out.

"Bella. Honey listen, I know Sam is with you. I'm coming. Just hold on." His voice was reduced to a whisper, and I felt relief pulse through my veins like morphine.

Sam passed me another piece of paper. "I don't love you anymore, I lied when I said that." He told me to say, and I didn't think I could.

I was finally able to muster it out. "I don't love you anymore, I lied when I said I did." I was sobbing almost uncontrollably.

"Bella. Please just try to stall him, I'm so sorry. I'm going to be there in a little bit, I love you so much." He sounded like he might cry, which only made me cry harder.

Sam glared at me.

"I have to go now Edward. Goodbye." I said formally.

Sam sat back down next to me, and roughly took me into his arms. "Aww Bella. Don't feel bad. I think you'll like life with me quite a bit." He was stroking my hair.

"Get off of me Sam!" I tried to push him away. "You're a psychopath, I'm not going anywhere with you!" I was still pushing him when his fist came down hard onto my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

"You can't stop me. I'll do whatever I want, and you know it Bella, don't be stupid." He said coolly.

I began coughing to maintain my breathing again.

"Sam, I don't understand why you're doing this." I was just talking to pass the time, because I knew that eventually he would try and take me away.

Sam began kissing me forcefully again, and I eventually stopped trying to push him away, it was no use.

He trailed his kisses down to my neck. It made me feel so worthless and Dirty.

I thought for a second about how much different it was from when Edward kissed me. How could the very same action cause such opposite feelings?

When Sam was kissing me, I just wanted to die. I didn't want anyone to touch me ever again. I didn't deserve to be touched ever again. I was used. Just a toy.

When Edward kissed me he made me feel like I was worth everything. Like I was exactly where I should be. He wasn't kissing me because he wanted me to be his prop. He was kissing me because he loved me.

But if he didn't hurry up, I may never get to kiss him again. I began crying uncontrollably as Sam's kisses trailed to the small exposed section of my chest where my V-neck sweater was cut.

I was beginning to lose all sight of hope when the front door flew open open.

"I think you better get off of her, son. I don't want any trouble." A voice that I couldn't quite place said.

Sam jumped up, making me able to sit up.

I looked at the front door where the voice was coming from.

"Carlisle" I gasped out.

A/N: So pretty much the next, and last few chapters are going to be what's happening here, what's happening where Edward is. So on and so forth, Review?