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Chapter 2

EPOV

I heard the footsteps stomp down the stairs and stop right outside the door.

"Don't make a sound and don't speak unless spoken to. Please, Edward… don't fight back. It only makes it worse and…" I heard Bella tell me, her voice cut off with the sound of the door being unlocked. She seemed to be pleading with me. Not pleading for herself, but rather with my safety in her mind.

The door slammed open and smacked against the concrete wall with a resonating bang. The entire space was filled with light and I had to close my eyes to adjust to the extreme difference. I felt as though my pupils were being burned. It reminded me of a memory I had of being out in the sun with my mother, Esme, and her constant reminder not to stare at the sun. I never listened of course. When I would try to look directly into the light it always burned my eyes. Something inside of me told me to listen to Bella better than I listened to my mother.

"Well, well, well. From the sounds of it, you two sure are getting along nicely. I feel a little left out. Can I join the party? I promise we'll have fun."

The voice sounds like it belongs to a rather large man. The timbre of his voice is deep and vibrates throughout the confined room, bouncing off every wall. His tone suggests he is malicious with no regret for what he has done to Bella.

My eyes start to adjust and I can make out a looming figure standing in the doorway. He needs to duck to enter the room and he can barely squeeze through the doorframe. With large broad shoulders, I can tell he is bigger than any human I have ever met. This does not bode well if it comes down to a struggle between the two of us. I am athletic and strong but rather lean and only stand at 6'2". He can easily overpower me. I will have to outsmart him or be quicker and anticipate anything he decides to throw at me.

I didn't realize I had started to shake until this monster pointed it out.

"HAHAHA! Looks like the new boy is a pussy!" he sneered. "What's the matter Eddie? Your precious daddy not here to save you?"

I open my mouth to retort only to be cut off by Bella.

"Jacob? I really need to use the bathroom. Can I please go? Please?" She asks him with a soft whisper while keeping her eyes downcast. Well it's nice to know this fucker has a name: Jacob.

"Oh, you need to go to the restroom? Here let me unhook you and take you." I think for a moment about mentioning that I need to urinate also, but once again I am cut off. "Do you want me to wipe your ass while I am at it? What the hell do you think this is princess? The Holiday Inn? Are you at a spa? Why don't you try keeping your knees together for once and holding it you disgusting whore," he spat out with such venom. Deciding I have had enough, I speak.

"Hey! Don't talk to her that way!" I yell at him. "We both need to use the restroom and unless you wanna clean it up, I suggest you take us, you arrogant prick."

I hear Bella gasp at the same time I feel a shock run through my body. A shock would be an understatement. Every muscle in my body went rigid and my knees locked. My jaw was set so hard I was sure there would be blood from biting my tongue. I felt wave after wave of shock being sent thought my body. My legs finally gave out and I dropped towards the ground only to be snapped into place by the metal wrapped around my wrists. I could feel the burn start at my wrists from the electricity flowing through the metal. Then it stops. I can taste the iron and rust in my mouth. There is drool coming out of the corner of my lips and I can't seem to make the muscles in face work to close my mouth.

I can't catch my breath. It hurts to breathe, and I have no feelings in my arms. My legs are tingling and I feel like I have melted into nothing but flesh.

"I didn't quite catch what you said Eddie. What was that?" laughed Jacob.

The pain has gone away, but I still feel some residual energy coursing through my veins. It gives off a feeling of having a vibrator shoved up my ass, which is not pleasant I would assume.

"I'm waiting…did you have something you wanted to say?" he mocks.

I finally regain the ability to make a conscious decision to do something and pull myself up to a standing position once again and swallow the mixture of blood and saliva that has pooled in my mouth. I shake my head slowly from side to side. I don't want to say anything that will cause him to do that to Bella.

"Didn't think so… fuckin' pansy. Now… Bella don't you think we should inform Eduardo here of the rules? It wouldn't be fair to have him intentionally left out of our little game. I do love the way you play, however, I am getting bored with you. I thought about killing you since you were no longer a fun play thing…but then I had a brilliant idea! I thought to myself, how could I make this more interesting?"

He rambles on like a mad man with a mental illness… or two. This thought scares me. I have first hand knowledge of how unstable people with mental illnesses can be when not treated properly.

"… And then it came to me. AHA!" He shouts causing Bella and myself to cringe at his boisterous voice. "What if I get her a plaything as well? Everything just fell into place after that. "

The look on Bella's face suggests she knows I am not here to be her plaything and she doesn't look amused at all. Actually, she has a very blank look gracing her features. She isn't looking at Jacob or me, but she isn't looking downwards anymore. She stares off into the distance like she is having a neutral daydream.

He stalks towards her, still holding the taser gun in his hand. I notice two thin strings attached to the end of the gun. The strings are wavy and coming in my direction. I have never been tasered, but I can assume that the ends of the strings are attached to my body.

When he gets to Bella, I can feel my blood boil. I don't know why I feel so protective of this girl I have just met. All I know is that I want nothing more than to rip these bonds holding me and stop him from touching her.

"Awww, Bella. What's wrong? Weren't you lonely down here all by yourself? I did this just for you." He takes the hand not holding the gun and runs the back of his hand down one of her arms chained above her. She squirms away, cringing into the wall with the limited amount of movement she can make in her current predicament. He moves his hand to her face and stokes her cheek. Then, he abruptly backhands her across the face, whipping her head to the side.

"Now Bella. Be a good girl and explain the rules to our newest addition while I am gone. When I come back, I expect him to know exactly what we expect and ALL the consequences if he doesn't obey."

He grabs her chin and forces her to look him in the eye. "Can you be a good girl and do that?" She nods her head. His grip on her chin tightens and I see her face contort in disgust.

"What was that? I can't hear you!"

"Y-yes sir," she whimpers. A sick smile spreads across that bastard's face.

He walks towards me and catches my eye with that demented look still plastered on his face. Once he reaches me, his hand lifts toward my neck and I feel a small tug. I look down and notice he is holding two prongs. He turns without another word and walks out of the door, closing it shut and locking it with a click that seems eerie.

I glance towards Bella, who I notice is looking down with her eyes closed.

"Bella?" She doesn't respond. "Bella? Are you okay?"

Still no reply. I sigh and drop my head, thinking of a way to make this better or at least distract her. My body feels okay now. Still a slight tingling sensation but nothing I can't handle. As I rack my brain to try to come up with something she begins to speak.

"Listen to what they say. You must do everything or you will get punished. They use the taser when they are in a good mood. You're lucky it wasn't worse. I told you not to say anything! Damnit ,Edward. You must play by their rules. Don't try to be a hero. You're not in any position to show off. They will come let us down to sleep. When this happens, DO NOT struggle. If you do, they will beat you and make you stand during the night." She inhales and I realize she hasn't taken a breath since she started her rant.

"I am not sure why they chose you. I know why I am here. I only hope that you have a family who will look for you, so that maybe they will let you go. Maybe they are offering a ransom. From the looks of it, your family has money."

"What makes you say that?"

She scoffs. "The product in your hair, your designer jeans and the fact that the bottoms of your shoes are as white as your teeth, which are very sparkly by the way."

I will give her this: she is observant. My sisters don't let me out of the house unless I am coordinating and wearing this season's latest fashions. I once tried to wear my favorite shoes that I'd owned for a year and Alice tackled me to the ground before I could make it to the stairs. She had me changed and laced into brand new shoes before I realized I was on the ground.

"Hey," she must take in the emotions playing across my face. "It's a good thing. If your family has money then they will let you go. Be thankful you have someone out there who can bargain for your freedom…" she trails off and my heart breaks for her as we both become conscious of the fact that she doesn't have anyone out there looking for her.

"What are the punishments?"

"Tasers, withholding food and bathroom privileges, making you stand for long periods of time, beatings…just average unpleasant things." I can tell she is holding back and I want to ask her about it but don't want to push her too hard. Her voice is monotone and flat, almost like she is detached, telling a story about a stranger.

"Anything else I should know about?"

"No."

"Okay…" I let it go. We stood in silence, waiting for Jacob to return, neither one of us looking at each other. I felt a rift emerge between us. I didn't realize it until it was gone, but there was a certain bond we had just moments before. I am not sure what caused the change. If I had to guess, it was my fault. I angered Jacob; maybe if I had kept my mouth shut he wouldn't have gotten mad and hit her. She is mad at me for that. I don't blame her. Next time I will listen to her.

I don't know how long we stood in the palpable stillness, but when I heard the footsteps signaling Jacob's impending approach, I was ready to keep my mouth shut.

BPOV

Jacob came back in, this time with Sam, Jared and Paul. The four goons sauntered in like they owned the place, which I guess they did. I only hoped that Edward would keep his mouth shut this time.

Sam stood in front of the rest of the guys. He is the leader. Even when I knew them on the outside he was always the leader; telling the other boys what to do and pushing other kids around. I thought he was just a glorified bully. I never knew that it went much deeper than that.

"Did the bitch explain the rules and punishments to you?" Sam asked Edward, no pretenses involved. I cringed knowing that I had left out some things, and I prayed to whatever higher power was out there that they not punish Edward for his ignorance. Edward nodded his head yes. First slip: I forgot to tell him to call them sir. I am not sure why, but I just assumed he knew when Jacob made me call him that in front of him a little while ago.

"Apparently she left out some important rules." I didn't have time to tell them it was my fault when Paul ran over to me and kneed my in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of me and made me want to throw up, not that there was any food in my stomach to expel. I leaned over as far as I could. I was gasping for breath while they stared at me waiting. As soon as I caught myself and straightened back up, Paul did it again. This time, I let out a cry of pain.

"Poor baby is hurting? I wouldn't have to hurt you if you could do one fucking thing right in your life. All Jacob asked you to do was explain to our meal ticket over there what we expect. Was that too much for your retarded brain to handle?" Paul sneered.

"Sorry sir. I forgot. It was my fault."

Paul scoffed and went to rejoin the guys by the door. Sam walked over to Edward at the same time Jacob walked out of the bunker leaving the door open. I could tell several hours had passed since the last time he came because it was no longer bright out. The moon was causing a grey mist to flow in through the open door.

"Let's see what else she left out," Sam started, turning towards Edward. "What did she say were the punishments?" He left out that punishments implied that you did something wrong. I didn't need to do anything for them to come down here to beat the hell out of me or worse.

"Umm…" he seemed scared to start. He was probably afraid of saying these things out loud or maybe admitting to them that I left more information out. "No bathroom or food rights… forcing us to stand… beatings, and being tasered."

"Is that all she said?"

Edward casts a glance in my direction and I nod for him to say yes. He nods then and hastily replies, "Yes, sir."

"Quick learner, I see Carlisle's money has bought you some good education." Edward visibly cringes at the mention of what I assume is his father's name. "However, Bella over here has never been a quick learner. She hasn't been quick at anything really. She knew she would be punished if she wasn't truthful."

When Sam stopped speaking Jacob walked in holding a box. I wondered what was in it and didn't have to wait too long to figure it out. The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. Food. It was food and it smelled so good. I was all of the sudden drowning in a sea of hunger, the type of hunger where your stomach clenches and physically aches. My body was shaking and I forgot when the last time was that I had eaten anything that tasted remotely pleasant. I could feel my mouth start to salivate and barely had the decency to swallow before I started drooling.

Jacob walked over to Edward and placed the box at his feet. Then Jared and Paul came over to lower Edward. As they placed their hands on his arms Sam spoke.

"They are going to lower you into a sitting position. If you struggle, we will tase not only you, but Bella as well. You will also remain standing for the remainder of the night."

They unlocked Edward and quickly threw him to the floor never letting go of his chains. Once they got him on the floor, they quickly re-chained him. There are two rings attached to the wall. There is a lock on the rings, which keeps them closed. There is one at standing height and one closer to the floor. The one on the floor allows you to be sitting with your arms resting on your lap.

It suddenly hit me what they were going to do: they were going to give Edward the food.

Jacob started setting food out and handed Edward a plastic fork. I had to close my eyes and look away. This was going to be one of the worst things that they have done.

"You will eat everything on this plate. Leave nothing behind."

"Can I give some to Bella?" Even I wanted to kick him at that point for even entertaining the idea that they would let me have some. All four guys started laughing.

"Maybe next time Bella should listen. Then she would also be eating the chicken alfredo that Emily made. You remember how good that is, don't you Bells?" At the mention of my childhood nickname my knees collapse. I fall towards the floor but never make it to my destination before being snatched back by my cuffs. The emotions that come back with the name are worse than being kicked in the stomach. At least you can recover from physical pain.

I hear quick footsteps coming towards me and my face is grabbed by a rough, warm hand. "Open your eyes bitch!" Jacob screams into my face. I open my eyes knowing it is futile to resist. "Eat!" he yells at Edward while still staring at my face.

Edward looks so torn between throwing the food at Jacob and cramming as much food in his mouth as he can. I try to look Edward in the eyes and keep my gaze away from the food. I see him move a shaky hand towards the food and my willpower breaks. I dart my eyes to the food and can see the steam coming from the plate. My stomach growls loudly, causing Jacob to shake with laughter. Edward looks away and tentatively starts to eat. My brain is trying to think of anything other than the amazing smelling food not ten feet away. I focus my attention on Jacob's hand still squeezing my jaw. I fear he may break it with the amount of force he is using.

It seems to take an eternity for Edward to finish, even though I know he is hurrying. I never remove my gaze from his face, his jaw flexing with every bite and chew. Finally he is done and he places his fork on the plate, not raising his eyes to look at me.

Jacob lets me go and they start to leave. I panic, wondering if they are planning on leaving me standing again tonight. I don't think I will be able to make it if they do. I had to stand last night because I wet myself. That is why I don't have any pants today. Jared cleans up Edward's plate throwing everything in the box while Paul and Sam go to leave the bunker. My heart is pounding thinking about having to stand and my wrists start to hurt knowing the pain they are about to endure.

My chest is heaving with each deep breath and I try to catch one of their gazes thinking maybe they just forgot about me. I know I can't open my mouth because they will make me stand, but I am about to lose it. I can't seem to breathe and what little air I do take in feels hot and stale. My vision becomes blurry and I know it is only a moment before I blackout. Sam and the other guys walk out leaving only Jacob.

Jacob starts to walk towards the door at an extremely slow pace. My eyes feel hot and dry. I know he is going to leave, just a few more steps towards the door. But then, he whips around and starts laughing.

"Thought I was going to leave you standing again huh?" He asks as he walks towards me. When he reaches me, he grabs me by the throat slamming my head into the concrete wall. Blackness consumes me. It is welcomed.

When I regain some semblance of awareness, I feel the cool floor beneath me. I sigh in relief to realize that I am sitting leaning against the wall. I blink a few times before I hear my name being called.

"Bella? Bella? Can you hear me? Are you all right? Wake up Bella!" Edward is practically shouting at me. I want to scream at him to keep it down because my head is throbbing from earlier. But his voice sounds so panicked that I can't find it in me to be mean to him. I open my eyes fully to find him staring at me.

"I am awake Edward. Can you please keep it down? My head hurts." I don't want to sound like I am complaining.

He laughs softly. "I'm sorry but you have been out for a little while and I was starting to get worried."

"Edward," I roll my eyes. "You're chained to a wall with no means of escape and promised torture coming to you in the near future, and you're just now starting to worry because I took a little nap?"

He looks at me with shock and then starts to laugh. "Well I am glad the wall didn't take away your sarcasm."

I can tell he is exhausted and I wonder exactly how long I have been asleep. "Have you gone to sleep yet?" He shakes his head no. I want to reprimand him and tell him he needs to sleep all he can when he is on the floor. You never know when the next chance to sleep will come.

"Edward, as soon as you are sitting, you need to go to sleep. They won't leave us down here long and you never know when they will let us down again. It is almost impossible to sleep while standing. If you do your wrists and arms will surely pay the price. "

"I can't sleep."

"I know it is hard but you have to try. Take some deep breaths and try to relax."

"I always have music playing when I go to sleep, like a toddler I know, but it is nearly impossible for me to go to sleep without it." He seems embarrassed to admit this fact.

"Well you're shit out of luck because I can't carry a tune in a wheelbarrow." He throws me a crooked smirk. My breath catches. He is so insanely beautiful when he smiles.

We sit in comfortable silence alone with our thoughts for a little while. I am trying to think of any songs I know all the words to. There aren't many. As I am trying to figure out the lyrics and harmonies to a song I know, I become aware that I am already humming out the melody. I look up at Edward to find him fast asleep, a slight snore coming from his hung head. He looks so peaceful with his chin resting on his chest and his messy bronze hair falling on his forehead.

I chuckle to myself and keep humming. As I drift off to sleep, I swear I hear him mutter my name softly in his sleep. Before I can think about what that means, I drift into the wonderful land of dreams, a welcome escape from reality.

EPOV

As consciousness slowly invaded my senses again, I immediately wished it hadn't. At least while I was asleep, for however long that was, I didn't have to think about the completely fucked up situation I was in. I would have thought my family would have been able to find and rescue me by now. The fact that they hadn't caused a little of the hope I still possessed to dissipate. The longer I was here, the more likely it was that Alice, for whatever reason, couldn't see where I was, or even see a hint that might lead them to me. I knew they wouldn't give up. I knew they'd search tirelessly for however long it took. I just didn't know how long I could hold out for them.

I had to stop thinking like this… these sorts of thoughts would get me nowhere, fast. I slowly tried to open my eyelids, but experienced some resistance. I must have fallen asleep crying, or maybe I'd cried in my sleep, because the dried tears were causing my eyes to stick together slightly. From my positioning on the floor, I was able to rub my eyes with my fists. The chains clanked loudly and I immediately stilled so that I wouldn't wake Bella.

Bella...

I now remembered her soft, melodic humming that helped me fall asleep. Hopefully this means she isn't mad at me for what I had to do. The last thing I wanted was for her to be mad at me. I tried eating as quickly as I possibly could, but had to slow down several times so that I wouldn't throw up. The fact that those assholes had used me to punish her… well it made my stomach flip-flop even now. I hadn't looked at her the entire time I was eating. I knew if I chanced a look, there would be no way I'd be able to see the agony in her face and still continue to eat. Who knows what they would have done to us if I'd refused.

Suddenly, I was aware at how stiff and sore my entire body was. I straightened my neck, which had presumably been bent the entire time I was asleep, and it cracked several times in the process. I turned my head left, then slowly to the right, trying to work out all the kinks. It didn't help much. My back was achy and sore as well from sitting hunched over all night. And my ass was completely numb, probably from the chill of the concrete floor coupled with the weight of my body in the same position for so many hours.

Worse than all the soreness, stiffness, aches, and pains was the intense throbbing of my bladder. I cursed myself for getting the "Big Gulp" from the gas station yesterday while I was in Port Angeles. I cursed myself even more for consuming the whole damn thing! I have never had to pee so badly in my entire life. Dread washed over me as I remembered Jacob's comments about allowing us bathroom breaks, or lack thereof actually. I would just have to hold it. I would figure something out, maybe try to bargain with these dipshits…somehow. There was no other choice.

To get my mind off the constant pressure in my lower abdomen, I looked across the small space at Bella. She was stirring in her sitting position, and I couldn't tell if she was dreaming or just starting to wake up. She released a low whimpering sound as she lifted her head to lean back against the wall. Even with her long chestnut locks being matted, dirt smudged on her face and various other places on her body, most likely from not having bathed during the time she's been here, the bruises, and the cuts and dried blood… she was still beautiful. She had thick eyelashes that fluttered against her black and blue cheek, and plump, dark pink lips, though they were dry and cracked. She was petite, and her body was tight and slender. I stopped myself, I seriously needed to stop checking her out. This was not the time or place for that sort of thing.

Sure, I could tell she was damaged from the hardships she had endured already in her short life, but she possessed this amazing strength that made me want to be stronger for her. It also made me care for her that much more.

She stirred some more and began rapidly blinking her eyes. She was breathing heavily, like she'd forgotten where she was during her slumber and was crushed by the reality that consciousness presented. She quickly scanned the room, then settled her eyes on mine. She gave me a weak smile and whispered, "Good morning."

I smirked. "I don't think good is the operative word, but yes… I guess it is morning."

She lightly chuckled. "How did you sleep?"

"OK I guess. The last thing I remember was your humming. Thanks…for um, doing that by the way. You didn't have to."

"It's OK… I didn't mind. I think it actually helped me fall asleep too," she said sweetly. "How are you feeling?"

"Ughhhh, I'm pretty sore and stiff, but the worst part is that I have to pee really fuckin' bad." I grimaced, but quickly changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on that topic. I needed to divert my attention from the throbbing in my bladder as much as possible. "I should be asking you how you're feeling, Bella. How's your head? Are you OK?"

She'd been roughed up by those heathens pretty good yesterday. Remembering what they'd done to her instantly made my anger rise and unshed tears gathered in my eyes. I was completely helpless. There was nothing I could do to help her when they did those things. I just needed to try really hard from now on to play by the rules, no more talking back or provoking them.

"I'm OK, Edward. I'm pretty tough. Don't worry about me… and hey, don't be mad at yourself or blame yourself about the whole food thing. It's not your fault, and I'm not mad at you for it. You did what you had to do."

Her words shocked me. She seemed so indifferent, yet understanding. I knew it was probably a mask, I knew yesterday had been extremely difficult for her, but it was just another testament to her amazing strength. She was trying to comfort me.

"I hated having to do that in front of you, Bella. I hated having to watch them hurt you. If I'm mad about anything, it's that I couldn't help you or protect you."

"Edward," she said sternly, "there was nothing you could have done to help me. I know you would have though, but don't beat yourself up over something you had absolutely no control over. You helped by doing what they said. I don't even want to think about what they might have done had you refused to eat."

Bella was silenced as we heard keys rattling and clanking against the metal lock of the door. She froze, then slowly turned her head away from the door and back to me. Her mouth was in a hard line, her eyes were wide with anticipation of what was to come, but she locked them on mine and nodded once. It was her silent acknowledgement that we were in this together.

The door creaked open, streaming bright light down the stairs and into the small room. I squeezed my eyes shut, not used to the brightness. I heard heavy footsteps descend the stairs, so I squinted and opened my eyes to see one of the four guys who'd been down here yesterday. He was smaller than Jacob and the other guy that seemed to be the leader. Though we were probably the same height, he still looked to have a good 30 to 40 lbs on me, pure muscle too.

He sauntered over to my side of the room, an evil smirk on his face. "Morning sunshine! How was your first night with us?" He stood towering over me, obviously awaiting a reply…fucking asshole.

"Fine, sir," I retorted, not looking him in the eye.

I heard a loud clap that startled me, causing me to look up at the jackass's face. "Ha! You are a quick learner! Jacob and Sam will be pleased to hear this." He cleared his throat and took on a more professional tone, "We are also very glad to hear that you're enjoying your stay. Please let us know if there is anything you need." He obviously cracked himself up with his lame joke because he was in a fit of laughter, even slapping his knee as he leaned closer to laugh directly in my face. It took all of my strength not to spit at him. All I could do was scowl and hope that it portrayed what a cocksucker I thought he was.

Still cackling, he took a key from his pocket. He was obviously about to move me back to a standing position. Fan-fucking-tastic. He jerked me up harshly so that I was now standing. I didn't struggle, I didn't want to provoke them. He then threaded my chain through the top ring on the wall. Once I was all situated, he moved across the room to Bella, who had remained completely silent thus far. Her eyes were locked on mine as the mutt unlocked her and yanked her into a standing position as well.

"Get up, you stupid whore!" He yelled in her face. She kept looking at me, like if she looked anywhere else, she would lose her control. Soon, she was standing and situated, and he started walking back towards the door. I had a fleeting thought of asking him if I could use the bathroom, but thought better of it. I knew they wouldn't let me. Just then he turned around at the foot of the stairs, "Have a good day kids! Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He threw us one last evil smirk before ascending the stairs. Seconds later, we heard the door open, shut, and lock.

Now that I was standing, I was even more aware of the pressure in my lower abdomen, signaling that I still needed to pee really really fucking bad. What the fuck was I going to do? I could barely even concentrate at this point. Bella apparently noticed my discomfort. "You need to go really bad huh?"

"Yes, I really do." I couldn't even care that we were discussing my bathroom needs. As bad as I needed to go though, I needed to man up and concentrate on something else. There was absolutely no way in hell that I was going to piss myself in front of Bella. Hell, I wouldn't even want to do it if I was alone! What I wouldn't give to already be a vampire, that way I'd never need to pee!

"You know," Bella startled me out of my wishful thinking, "I've had to do it before."

"Do what?" I was confused. She'd had to pee before? Well yeah, I'm sure she had.

"You know what I mean, Edward. I've had to…just… ugh, I can't believe you're going to make me say it…I've had to pee on myself before! I have been in here for over a month remember? Why do you think I don't have any pants on?"

"No! I can't do it. I will figure something out. I've just got to think. Or, why don't you distract me so I won't think about it? Please."

"Edward," her voice was much gentler now than it had been moments ago, "distractions won't make your need to pee go away. You know that. You should also know that pleading or bargaining with them to use the bathroom, well… it won't work. Believe me, I've tried."

I looked into her gentle brown eyes and realized she was probably right. I sighed deeply, completely defeated, and looked down at my feet. How in the hell was I supposed to just pee, like I was a fucking child or a dog? I wasn't! I was a grown ass man, and this was ridiculous!

We stayed quiet for a few minutes before Bella broke the silence. "Edward, just do it. You will feel better afterwards, I promise. I won't think anything bad of you and I won't think less of you in any way. We're only human, Edward. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Human. I stand there trying to remember why in the hell I'd wanted to wait for Carlisle to turn me into a vampire. I wouldn't even be in this situation if I'd already become like my family. Then again, I probably wouldn't have met Bella either. If only it could have been under different circumstances. If only…

"Edward, sweetie," I looked back into her eyes, the term of endearment she'd used only made me feel more embarrassed of the prospect of peeing on myself in front of her. "Just do it. Let it go. I will close my eyes."

My resolve softened and I felt utterly defeated. She was right, I just needed to do it and get it over with. The sensation wasn't going to go away no matter how much I wished it to. "Fuck," I cursed. "Alright, Bella… can you look away please?"

"Sure, Edward. You just tell me when I can open my eyes again, OK?"

"OK," I said coldly.

I stood there, I don't even know for how long, trying to assemble enough strength to just let it go, like she said. Even though I had to go extremely bad, it was like I had this mental block that would not allow me to do it. Finally, I gathered enough courage, so I squeezed my eyes closed tightly, trying to block out everything around me and also trying to stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. Soon, I felt the sensation of warm liquid dripping down the inside of my leg. I heard soft drops hit the concrete floor at my feet and I could no longer contain the tears that threatened to fall. So I let them fall too. I sobbed softly as I felt the denim of my jeans becoming wet. But then, I heard Bella humming softly across the room.

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