November 11th, 2007.

The date haunted me. That was the last day of my freedom. The last day I would enjoy the comfort of my own home and the memories that accompanied it. The last day I would enjoy my friends at school, laughing and joking. The last day I had enjoyed life.

I was approached by a woman on my way home from school. She was walking toward me, with a determined look on her face. She stopped right in front of me, and wouldn't let me pass. I will never forget her words to me.

"You look confident and strong. Your beautiful and have a kind heart. You will take my place, for I can no longer take the strain." she reached out for my left hand and slipped something in and bunched my hand in a fist. "My cousin has said so much about you, all the right things, all the perfect things. You will be perfect for him." the woman then grabbed my right hand and started pulling me towards a silver car. When I had resisted she clarified that I had no choice and she would hurt anyone that I had loved. I complied, figuring I would just dial nine-one-one when I got the chance. I was strong and knew how to fight if I needed to.

When we were in the car, she began driving. We had not said a word to each other. I had opened my left hand to see a beautiful diamond engagement ring in my hand. I began to panic, wondering what was going on. But I didn't give my attacker any satisfaction. I sat in silence, not making a sound and not making a disgruntled face. After an hour drive, we arrived at an overly sized mansion in the woods. It was white with black shutter. She ordered me to wait in the car until she came around and to got me.

When we were both out of the car she led me inside the overly sized house. She locked the door to the house from the inside, so I couldn't get out. She hid the keys to the car in a wall safe, and with out further ado, she unlocked the door and stepped out, now locking it from the outside. I ran to the door, attempting to open it. No budge. I tried all the windows, they were unlocked. But bars mocked me, locking me in. I was locked in the house. I retrieved my cell phone from my pocket and checked for a signal. No such luck. I turned it off to preserve the battery, incase there was a time I managed to escape.

I had no idea what to do. I tried to think of ways to escape this night mare. But nothing came to me. The thought of being stuck here in the middle of no where alone, scared me.

I started walking, my feet having a mind of their own. The overly sized house had three stories. The first floor, was just the kitchen, living room, dining room, the foyer, a spare bed room and a bath room. My feet carried me up all thirteen steps. The second floor was bed rooms, six to be in fact. That and four bathrooms. When I arrived at the third set of steps they seem different to me. I cautiously walked up, there was a door at the top. My right hand immediately went to the knob. Locked, it was probably another escape. I was about to turn when my eye caught something. A brass key. My had reached out on grasped it. I put the key in the door in front of me. Turning it smoothly. I pulled the key out and put it safely in my pocket. I pushed the door open and when my eyes saw what they did, I froze.

A man, with bandages on his head, patches over his eyes. Cuts and bruises on different parts of his body, well the parts I could see. His left leg was raised, resting on two pillows, and in a bulky white cast, broken.

"Tanya?" He broke me out of my reverie. I didn't know what to say or do. I had presumed the Tanya was the woman from the street. When I didn't answer, he asked again.

"No. I'm sorry. Uh… My name is Bella." My voice squeaked out.

"Where is Tanya?" He asked.

"Uhm. I am not sure. Are you trapped here also?" I asked.

"What?! No I am not trapped here! This is my home. Why are you in it? And what do you mean you aren't sure where Tanya is?" The man in the bed was getting angry.

"Uh, the woma…Tanya brought me here. She told me something about not being able to handle the strain… and then she forced me in the car. And here I am." My voice cracked, I was trapped in a house with an angry, unable man.

"She left me? She…She left ME?!" the man shouted. He started twisting on the bed, as if to find a way to get out. His hands, pulling on bed restraints, which I hadn't noticed before. My only instinct was to stop him from moving. My feet walked me to the bed. My head was in a daze. My hands reached out, landing on his cheeks. I spoke soothing words in his ear. He slowly stopped struggling, but he was still tense.

"Get off." he commanded. "and get these restraints off me." he ordered.

"Uh…" I hesitated.

"NOW!" He yelled. My hands began to work furiously to get them off. When I was finished, he ordered another command. "Take these fucking eye patches off." he spat.

"Are they ready…"

"JUST TAKE THEM OFF!" he seethed. I did as I was told.

His eyes were slightly red, but other than that he looked normal. They were green, a beautiful shade of green. He blinked a few times, my guess was to try and focus. His eyes landed on me. His hand reached up to touch my face and stroke my hair. His thumb contacted my bottom lip. I sat. completely frozen. I didn't know what to say or do. His large hand came behind my neck and gripped me like you would a kitten.

"Get me my crutches." he said tensely. I got off the bed and got them. Handing them to him. He sat up. Using his crutches as a balance. He stood for a few minutes, swaying. He took a step forward, stumbling a bit, dropping a crutch. I was by his side in an instant. His bare chest was against my cheek, his left hand digging painfully in my middle. He dropped the other crutch.

"Take me to the bath room." he ordered. Pointing to the door that was a yard in front of us. All of his weight was on me. And after five minutes of struggle, we made it to the bathroom. It was large, just like his bedroom. A large Jacuzzi tub, an enormous glass shower. The toilet was opposite the tub and shower. He didn't let go of me when he emptied his bladder, or washed his hands and brushed his teeth. When he finished, he pulled the dark flannel pants down to his knees and sat on the closed lid toilet. The proceeded with ridding himself of his pants all together.

Here I was, standing in a strange mans bathroom, locked in this house with a man I didn't even know. I was standing, shocked. Unable to move.

"Wash me." he said.

I didn't question him this time. I knew he would just get mad. So I went ahead and filled the sink with hot water. He directed me to where everything was and I began washing him. He made sure I got every crevice of his body. And I mean EVERY crevice. His body was clean, rinsed and dried.

"Do you want me to shave your face for you?" I whispered, trying to be nice, thinking maybe if I was nice he would tell me the way out.

"Yes." He snapped out.

I quickly emptied the water from the sink and put new in. He told me the location of his razor and shaving cream. I quickly, yet gingerly dampened his face and applied the thick cream. I dipped the razor in to the warm water and began my journey to erase the five o'clock shadow from his face. When I finished I dried his face with a towel. I started cleaning up the water that had been sloshed out of the sink and hung the towel on the bar by the sink. His green eyes watched my every movement. I finished cleaning the mess and stood in front of him. An awkward silence between us.

"What's your name?" I heard myself ask.

"Dr. Cullen." he replied. He didn't give me a first name, so I figured he didn't want me to know.

Thanks for reading!

Kayla