It had been two weeks now since Bella had left. I had no idea where she was. I was reserved and unsocial now, staying in my room all day, thinking about her – and what she did to me. How could she? I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't.
BPV
It had now been two weeks now since Derek had taken me to his new house. Two miserable weeks of spending time with Derek, him cooing words of love to me. I felt so used, so dirty and so…pathetic. Why couldn't I just save myself? There must be some way out here. I didn't have to just wait for the Cullens to come rescue me. Besides, it's not like they will. It still caused me great anguish to know that somewhere, miles away, Edward was hurt because of me. I had to return to him. I was not going to live out the rest of my life being some desperate guy's…toy. I was going to escape. The maids and servants were in another house, smaller, just half a mile away from Derek's house. I knew I had no trouble of avoiding them. It was just Derek I was scared about.
It was midnight. I stirred in my bed and picked myself off gently then crept to the door. I had picked up a new trick in the few spare hours where Derek actuarially left me alone. I grabbed a pearl bobby pin and stuck it in the keyhole. I twitched it left…right…there! It had caught and the door came unlocked. I grinned in triumph. Carefully, easing open the door, I glanced around. Nothing. Relieved, I tiptoed outside and started my way towards the stairs. So far so good. I proceeded on going downwards…and then, two hands caught my waist. I screamed as I heard Derek growl angrily in my ear:
"How many times do I have to tell you? Escape is futile! You are mine!" And with that, he slapped me hard, throwing me down the stairs. With an anguished cry, I landed at the bottom. Derek was at my side by a flash, his face torn with anger.
"You little freak!" He yelled, kicking me into a table. Shakily, I began to cry.
"I have you here in a mansion! You have dozens of maids and servants at your service! Why can't you ever be content?"
"Because I'm with you! I don't want to be here!"
He grabbed my wrist and pulled my face to his, our noses almost touching.
"Say that again…" He whispered dangerously.
"I don't want to be here!"
Derek's jaw tightened. He pulled his fist back, ready to collide with my head, but then he slowly lowered it and a sick grin spread across his face.
"I have an idea…"
And with that, he started carrying me upstairs. He threw me on the bed and bound me tightly with rope, the cords cutting deep into my flesh. Next, he gagged me with a heavy cloth.
"You had your chance to roam free in this mansion, but now you lost it…"
I glared at the sick man before me who just grinned instead.
"Listen to my idea, it'll be very fun. And guess what? It involves you."
AN: Hey, guess what? I don't even know what the idea is. Any suggestions? Help out please!!! Thanks! R&R!