AN: So, this is Sara's friend. Im uploading this chapter cause her computor is all messed up and she cant get on the internet anymore. :P

She says she's really sorrry for it taking so long, and got on her hands and knees to ask you to review and not hate her.

Her life is pretty messed up right now, and she's been having trouble writing. So she's sorry.

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~Sara's Friend :)

I stared after the car as it sped away, Bella in the back seat most likely unconscious. I ran my hand through my hair, my face torn between pain and utter hate and anger. I looked down the street.

"Fuck," I muttered. Emmett ran out of the main lobby his face seriously worried.

"Dude, we have to get Jasper to the hospital, he's hit," he whispered. I looked at him, Jasper was hit? That was just great. I nodded and ran around the back of the apartment complex to my car. I sped around the corner only a moment later. Rosalie and Alice were here now, Alice's cheeks looked like two waterfalls. She kept saying things to Jasper, even though he kept repeating- 'I'm Fine Alice really'. Fine was the exact opposite of this situation.

I drove a good twenty miles over the speed limit to the hospital and almost hit about four people. I kept a good eye out for Bella's thieves; I didn't even want to imagine what they had planned for her. I still wasn't over the fact that she was in the same apartment complex, on the same floor for that matter.

I pulled up to the hospital and a few of the men who offered to help and Emmett and Alice carried Jasper inside, Rosalie and I leaned against the car. I was so taunted to go after her, to help her. There had to be something I could do.

"They took her, with them," I whispered, Rosalie looked at me, and then at the ground again. "She's tough, she'll be okay until the cops get there," I shook my head. It didn't matter if she was tough, strong, they had guns. Only a miracle could save her from a bullet. Rosalie sighed. "We better call them," she said, pulling out her phone.

"I think you should talk to them though Edward, you were the only one that saw what happened out of everyone," She said, handing me the phone. I took it, walking a few yards from the car. It was dark, and the streets were filled with cars yet. The parking lot was pretty much empty, since the employee parking was in the back.

"Hello sir, now if you could explain as much as you could. The car, the suspects, anything," the first thing that came to my mind was my strained, pained, hurt, worried, and completely shocked voice screaming for Bella as they pulled her out to the car by knife point. "Um, there was only two of them, one with a gun and the other with a knife. The guy with the knife, he was holding it to the woman's neck," I broke off, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. It all played over in my head in slow motion, her crying and whispering my name.

"They had a black car, I think it was a Malibu, maybe 2005-I'm not really sure. I didn't get the license plate, sorry," I cut off again; I was too busy holding myself together to memorize the scumbags license plate number. I covered my forehead with my hand, looking down at the ground. If I didn't like to cry, I would have been crying already. If only, I had been faster. If I had been any later they would have, done much worse.

"Did the woman have any injuries yet?" she asked. I flinched at the 'yet' part. I sucked in a deep breath.
"They put a pretty bad cut just above her hip, and there was blood running down her neck. I only got a short glimpse from the street lights," though it seemed to happen all over again in slow motion. Over and over, over and over, I watched her terrified face being thrown into the car. That's when I jumped up and started running towards them, but that stupid ass with the gun started shooting randomly so I had to duck. By time he had stopped he was around the car and in it, driving off.

"Thank you Sir, now I need some personal information," she paused before asking me my name, date of birth, et cetera.

Rosalie gave me a hug and we walked into the hospital, following the many doctors rushing to one room. We could hear Alice sobbing, so that helped too. I ran my hand through my hair as we entered the room. Jasper was being hooked up to all the fancy machines while Alice cried into Emmett's chest. They stood at the other side of the small room, Emmett stared in a dazed way at the bed, tears in his eyes. Now I felt like a heartless asshole, even Emmett cries and I don't? Something was wrong with me. I nodded at the two men who had helped as they left the room. Rosalie sat down in one of the chairs, tears in her eyes also. I glanced around, everyone but the doctors and I were crying. Now is when the pain started to burn my body. I hated to cry I front of people, so I left the room.

I walked back out to the parking lot and over to the car. I put my arms on it and leaned over, closing my eyes. This couldn't be happening, right? Was she really just taken from me? Is she going to make it through this? Or is this all a dream, is she not even here and I just want to believe she was. I could see why I would imagine her here, I'd only been moping around for the last three years about a college love that I was 'too late' for.

"It's too late, Edward" the words melted me to let one tear out. That was it. I didn't blame the others for not wanting me around, all I did was stare off into space and wonder what she was doing, how she was doing, and if I would ever get to see her again. I stood up straight now and ran my hand through my hair again. I looked up at the sky. This had to be a dream. She wouldn't be here, she would have never come here knowing it was so close to me.

"Edward," Alice said suddenly, I spun around, her eyes were blood shot, one arm across her chest and holding her elbow of the other arm. I didn't answer, but stared at her. She looked heart broken.

"We, we have to find Bella," she stuttered. I looked at the ground, and nodded. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, I just kept repeating to myself. She sniffled and stepped closer to me.

"It's not a dream Edward, I know, that's what your thinking. Bella was really kidnapped, she's being tortured right this moment, and Jasper really got shot, it's not a bad dream," she said as if she could see into my thoughts. I looked at her, and nodded once.

"I-I know," I said. She walked over to me and hugged me. "I love you Edward, don't blame yourself, please, that's not what my older brother is supposed to do," she begged. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled a little. "I know," I repeated.

Bella POV

My eyes fluttered for a moment, and then they slowly opened. I was tied up, feet and hands, on the cold hard cement floor. There was one light in the middle of the room, it was dull and flickered, a blue shade it seemed. I stayed completely still for a moment, not comprehending what was going on. There were stairs just across the room, and four pillars in the room. Two of the pillars were near me, the other two over by the stairs. I slowly pushing myself self up and leaned against the cold stone wall. It was obviously a basement, with piles of junk and unused things built up in the corners of the room.

I lifted my arms and lightly touched my head, it was pounding with pain. I groaned a little. I slowly pulled up my shirt to reveal many bruises all across my hips and stomach. There was also that really bad cut I had; it was still damp with blood. I flinched, not liking the blood aspect; I examined my arms as best I could in the dim light. They too were bruised and had scratches. I didn't even want to see my face, or my neck for that matter. I did notice, the button on my pants was gone and there were now a few holes in my pants. I shuddered, not wanting to remember what happened. I pressed myself against the wall and slide up to my feet. I squeezed my eyes shut, the pain was unbelievable. The inside of my legs burned so badly, now I was sure of what he did-what they did.

Even though I was horrified, I forced the thoughts from my mind. I didn't remember it, so it wasn't at bad. That's when I heard laughter from up the stairs. My eyes shot open, and I stared at the top of the stairs. They were up there, laughing as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled towards the stairs. It took me a while, but I got the hang of it and was moving at a good speed. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, gazing up at the thin light of light leaking out from the dark door that seemed so far away, yet so close I could touch it. Then I heard one of them laugh, and then foot steps. I watched without my heart beating as two feet blocked off part of the golden line, and the door flew open. I gasped in shock, not expecting it in my pained state and started crawling back towards the wall. I noticed now, as I crawled back over to it, that there was blood smeared across the wall-from my hands, and on the ground.

I made it to the wall and spun around, breathing heavily from fright. I curled up as close as I could get.

"You've been a bad, bad girl," he chuckled, coming across the lighted area with an evil smirk on his face. His hair was black, and cut short. His head was very square, and his eyes looked black with excitement. I drew in a breath as he stopped inches from me, kneeling down. He ran one finger down my cheek, shaking his head. I slapped at his hand as best I could, I was tied up don't forget. That's when he hit me, or, the knife hit me. I screamed so loud, it made my ears pop. He laughed, the knife in his hand dripping blood. I touched my cheek, it was now covered in blood. I couldn't help it, I kicked him in the gut. Once he fell over I jumped up to my feet and tried to hop towards the door. He was faster, grabbing my ankle and yanking me down to the ground, knocking the wind out of me. I coughed, he dragged me back to him and laughed.

"You are a tiger, aren't you," he chuckled, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me closer to him. I glared, and spit in his face. Bad move on my part, there went the knife again only it was across my leg and much, much more painful. I screamed again and rolled over on my side, facing away from him. I was crying, and I hadn't noticed. The tears made the cut on my cheek sting like I just jumped in the salty ocean water of Florida. I screamed again, clawing at the ground to get away. He laughed, stood up and suddenly the light flickered off. I heard his laughter only a few feet from me. I crawled over to the wall again, my fresh blood making me slip. I pressed myself against the wall, trying to shush my heavy terrified breathing. Then I heard his breathe, smelled his breathe, and felt his breathe on my face. I screamed.

Edward POV

Jasper turned out to be okay. He had two gun shots wounds, one in his stomach and one near his throat. He had to stay in the hospital, which wasn't very great since Alice moped around about it. I never left Alice's apartment. I would sit for hours and hours, just staring at the phone, hoping the police would call and say they found her. They found her, that's all I wanted to hear. Emmett and the others were worried, but they just kept saying that she'd make it, she was strong, and she was tough. They didn't know though, they never saw her just break apart before they're eyes like I did three years ago. She was strong, and she was tough, but it was just a shell she put around herself. On the inside, whether she liked it or not, she was breaking.

Bella, she puts off this tough nature, but on the inside, she's one of the most fragile people I'd ever met. I was the only one who ever found that out, I realized that three years ago when I went to extreme measures just to find out about her past. Her mother died, and she never cried. Her father hit her, and she never told anyone. I broke her heart over and over again, but she kept her thoughts to herself. It wasn't fair, why her of all people. She was so, thoughtful to others. She didn't want them to waste their time worrying about her, or feeling bad for her. It wasn't fair at all, that she of all people, had this happen.

The days passed as if the entire world was clicked into slow motion. A week passed, and then another, and another. Three weeks, nothing. By then everyone was loosing hope, even the normally cheerful Emmett was beginning to have doubts. No one spoke about her around me. We went to the store once, and I recognized one of the men standing in line in front of us. It was Riley, from college. He was flirting with the lady at the cash register, and brought up Bella.

"Yea I had this girlfriend, she was crazy, her name was Bella. She was pretty, but you're even cuter. I heard she got into drugs, a shame really," he laughed. I was in such an upset state that day that it set me off and I tackled Riley to the ground and was thrown out of the store. Alice was very disappointed in me.

Today, it was exactly three weeks since I saw her taken from me at knife point. I was sitting on the couch, pretending to watch the TV while Jumper was playing, but I as actually staring at the phone in the kitchen. Alice sighed, leaning against Jasper. He was finally let out of the hospital, and boy was he happy to see Alice. It hurt worse to see them together, and then see Emmett and Rosalie together also. It was like stabbing me with the knife and twisting it around, then throwing me in the salty ocean. I bit my lip, glancing at the television. I liked the movie a lot, except this part. The guy was kissing the girl, who looked a lot like Bella with her brown hair. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to relax.

As if god decided he loved me, the phone rang. Before Alice could even turn her head and face me I was in the kitchen picking it up.

"Hello," I asked out of breathe. There was a very short pause. "Is Mr. Edward Cullen there?" a man in a husky voice asked. I let out a breath of relief and sat down. "Yea, that's me," I said my voice shaky.

"We have located Bella Swan, and we are on our way in now to get her, would you like us to send a car to get you?" I was on the floor, my hand against my forehead, my eyes closed, on the edge of tears. "Thank god, yes, please, there's three of us," I already knew he was going to ask how many. Alice, Jasper, and I all needed a ride, Emmett and Rosalie were at they're own apartment.

"Okay, a car will be there soon, thank you Mr. Cullen," and then I hung up, heading straight for my jacket and shoes. Alice already had her shoes on, and was helping Jasper get his jacket on. She was still alive, still alive.