An: Wow thank you all for the amazing reviews!!! They make me SO happy! Anyways, here's the next chapter, enjoy!!(:

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Chapter 4

(This starts from Bella's POV, from Chapter 2. Here's a recap, Enjoy!)

Previously on You Remind Me, from Bella's POV

"Kiss me my love" he said breathing on me. I flinched away, but it was no use. With one last struggle, he pressed his old cracked lips to mine. Bringing me in closer by taking the small of my back and shoving me closer to him.

"Stop..." I mumbled. He chuckled and pulled away.

"Oh how I missed kissing you. It's gonna be even better when I get to be inside you!" He said grabbing at my breast. I let out a panicked shriek, and ran for my bedroom door.

"Elizabeth, don't you run from your husband!"

There are three things I 'm absolutely sure of: One...There was something, or should I say someone behind that door and whatever or whomever it is I am going to find out. Second...walking into this house was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and I don't think I'll ever be set free. Thirdly... Edward Sr. See's me as his 'Wife', Elizabeth. And this is a very, very bad thing!

Bella's POV

I bent over placing my hands on my knee's, breathing in and out heavily. I cannot believe what he just said. I looked around the room for anything or anywhere I could use to escape. I was about to give up when I spotted a window blocked by a dark wood dresser. I sighed happily, and slipped my backpack off my shoulder. Yes I'm gonna get out of here! I crept over to the dresser, carefully scooting it away from the window. It screeched, making me wince. Once it was out of my way I moved the curtains apart, to find its been bolted shut. What the fuck? ...Did he know to bolt this shut? I asked myself quiet puzzled.

"Elizabeth Open this door now!" He screamed pounding on the locked door. I let out a quiet squeal.

Shit! I cursed mentally, slapping my hand over my mouth. An evil laugh erupted from the other side of the door.

"Silly girl, I can hear you. So stop fucking hiding!" He yelled, pounding more on the door, making it crack.

I gasped and backed to the far side of the room. Somewhat behind the moved dresser. With one last thud at the door, it flew open revealing, Mr. Masen- I was never going to call him by his name ever again. Shaking his head as he came towards me.

"Why did you run off my dear? I thought you liked it when I was inside you. The way you moaned...." He trailed off. I covered my ears.

"Mr. Masen please. I am not your wife. It's me, Marie..." I pleaded. He laughed.

"Oh yeah? ... And I'm fuckin Robert Pattinson" he said rolling his eyes. Great, he has gone completely nuts!

He placed his sweaty hands on my cheek, cupping both gently. So gentle I was actually quite terrified.

I pulled away-it seemed to make him angrier, as his gentle hands became rough. I let out a groan of pain. His smile widened,

"Oh are you moaning for me Elizabeth? ... You naughty, naughty girl" he said clicking his tongue. He pushed himself into me, making his arousal prominent. I closed my eyes, in utter terror. Dear god, please do not let this crazy fuckin man take my virginity, p.s so, so sorry about the curse word I just spat out, amen. I prayed for the second time today. Nevertheless, god did not seem to be answering.

"Are you ready, to go on the biggest ride of your life?" He asked, trying to seem, what I thought was being seductive. Think Bella- think Bella- think Bella! Just play it off, think Charlie, and become Charlie the police chief. I pep-talked myself...for the umpth-teenth time today.

"Mr. Masen...I'm so sorry but I am so very tired" I said sweetly, faking a yawn- though it was completely unnecessary. His eye's softened.

"Oh yes, my dear Elizabeth. You must be tired, Come we must head off to bed" he said pulling me towards his room. I planted my feet firmly on the floor.

"I wanna sleep in the guest room..." I protested. He sighed scratching is bearded over chin. He looked confused.

"B-but why?" He asked, sounding a bit hurt. I felt pity- DON'T YOU FUCKIN FEEL SORRY FOR HIM SWAN! My brain yelled at me cutting me off from the feeling, which I was thankful for.

"Um, I'm not feeling to well - cough - I really don't wanna get you sick" I faked, in what I hoped was a good enough act. He slid himself into my arms, my arms just dangled there again.

"Oh my love, I don't care about getting sick. I'll take care of you" He said softly, as he rubbed soothing circles on my back - well he thought he was soothing me, but all he was doing was making me even more weirded out. He pulled away.

"I'll go fetch some extra blankets form the basement. You stay here" he said leaving me in the hallway next to the chained up. He pulled out a bundle of keys-, which I assumed were for the chained up door. He huffed as he began to open, every little, medium, and large sized lock. I cocked my head to the side, in question. What was he trying to hold in there, a fucking bear? Once he was done with all the locks, he looked up at me vigilantly, and slipped inside the door. The door I've been dying to know about since I arrived in this ghastly house. I looked around warily, crept to the door and pressed my ear to it.

Not one sound.

I was just about to pull away, when I heard a yelp.

"Shut the fuck up Edward, before Elizabeth hears you!" He said in what was supposed to be a hushed tone, but only came out harsh and loud.

"Mom?" a voice that sounded so broken, but at the same time drew me in, said with a questioning gasp. I too gasped - surely from different reasons. There was a boy in there! A dark chuckle arose from the closed door.

"She didn't save you before. She isn't gonna save you now!" He spat becoming more incensed.

"P-please..." The voice spoke again.

"Shut the fuck up!" He cursed. Then there was silence. Soon a huge thud and a sharp cry was let out.

"That's what you fuckin get. Not shut your worthless ass up. I didn't come down here for you...," He said in a callous tone. A single tear slipped down my face. I heard movement close to the door; and raced back to the spot where I supposedly should have been. The door swung open, and he - I couldn't even say his name anymore, stepped through. His face murderous. He spotted me, and composed himself. He made his way to me, with blankets in tow.

"Why are you crying?" He asked seeming concerned. I felt nothing towards him. I couldn't even look at him, without wanting to spit in his face. I shook my head.

"Got dust in my eye" I mumbled out the most lame ass excuse, but it seemed to cease his worry.

He put his hand on my shoulder.

"Okay, if you say so my dear. Now let's go to bed" He said forcing me to his bedroom.

Just fucking great. Not only do I have to get my ass out of here, but now someone else's. Lord please let this boy be okay!

An: I know...its short, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways!

~Samantha~