Stolen

By: Skyela Rickman-Walters

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own any of the Twilight Saga. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer. They only thing I own is the story plot and a few original characters I have created.

A/n: This story takes place during New Moon, after Bella had her motorcycle accident and had to get seven stitches. She is on her way to hang out with Jacob.

Chapter 4: Never Say Never

Bella's POV

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I wasn't sure of the date-I knew it had been at least a week since I had been taken from Forks, but whether or not it was a Thursday or a Monday I was not sure of. Time was told by the position of the sun or when Nicky was to be fed or when I went for one of my two bathroom breaks or when scraps of food was thrown down on the floor for me to eat like a worthless dog. I hadn't taken a shower since the morning my father patted my shoulder in goodbye, and I was starting to feel a little disgraced because of it. As I dried the dish in my hands, I looked over at Olivia, who looked clean and presentable.

"Do I get a shower too?" I asked her, placing the dish on the rack.

"They'll tell you when you get one," she answered softly, lost in the soapy bubbles.

Olivia was treated differently; she was having a baby-these monsters wanted the child healthy and strong. For one fleeting moment, my hands pressed my belly and I longed for a little creature to be inside me too.

I sighed and pushed back my hair is disgust. I hated answering to these people-I hated Vince and Tilly Shuman and Victor and maybe even that Roland guy for not releasing me when he had the chance at the hotel. I grabbed the towel and wrung it twice in my hands before turning away from the dishes.

"Where are you going?" Olivia asked, curiously turning around.

"I dunno," I mumbled angrily. I had to move, had to find something else to wear-these clothes had been on my body for nearly three days. I wanted new ones. I wasn't a slave, I wasn't a thing that you could just dress up one day and forget about the next. I was a person-Bella, not Isabelle, and I had feelings and dreams and a family who loved me…right?

There were still no leads on my case. No body knew anything-no one stepped forward. I began to really wonder if anyone would ever find me-or if Alice had seen something in her visions, and if she had, where the hell was she? Did Edward really hate me that much to leave me in this hole? Olivia kept telling me to give it more time. My story was still a hot topic on the news-every time Vince turned on the television, there my picture was, plastered on the screen. Every night, while the Shuman's watched the nightly news, I listened to my mother, father and step-dad plead for my safe return. I wanted so much to stick my head out the window and scream, "Here I am!" but no such luck. The windows were pad locked and there was a high tech security system throughout the house. Olivia had no idea how to disarm it and neither did I.

I stormed up the stairs towards the bathroom. I could hear Olivia waddling behind me.

"Bella! You can't go in there!" Olivia ordered.

I ignored her and grabbed the handled, attempting to twist it open-but the knob wouldn't turn. I wiggled it, getting frustrated by the second. I spun around to face Olivia who was finally by my side. "Why won't this door open?" I demanded angrily.

Olivia shrugged, biting her lip anxiously. "They-they lock it," she said. "They don't want us going in there. That's the only window that will open."

I was enraged. I pushed my legs together and crossed my arms across my chest. "I have to use the bathroom! What do I do?"

Today was the first day that Vince had left the house while Tilly was at work. He, of course, left Nicky with us for the afternoon, so he could go out to the bar with his many lady friends. There was no way the bathroom door was going to be unlocked until he or Tilly arrived home. And I really had to go.

Olivia bit her lip and swayed back and forth awkwardly. "Usually I just go…but I can get you a cup if you want-and then we can flush it down the si-"

"I'm not an animal!" I yelled, stomping my foot against the floorboards. "I have personal needs! I am not going to stand here and soil myself and I am not going to piss in a cup!"

"Then I don't know what to tell you!" Olivia cried back. "I-oh!" Her hands pressed against her belly in surprise as she keeled over a bit. "Oh!"

"What's wrong?" I said, feeling suddenly panicked. My bladder forgotten, my worries turned to Olivia and her unborn baby. "I thought you were only seven months along! Is it time?"

"I'm eight months today…" Olivia groaned, rubbing her belly again. She sighed and stood back up straight, hands still on her belly. "Must be one of those fake ones…I had those a lot with Nick." Olivia slowly eased herself down to the floor, rubbing her belly. "Stay in there, little one. You're not done cooking yet…" she whispered to her enormous belly.

"Well what do we do?" I asked nervously, putting a hand through my hair. "What happens if those contractions are real?" Would I have to deliver a baby? Could I deliver a baby by myself?

"I'll tell Tilly tonight when she comes home," Olivia explained as she moved the palm of her hand in slow circles across her navel. "Then I'll probably get restrictions and then they'll send out for another girl to help you out-which is a good thing. If there are two newbies here, we have a better chance of getting out of here alive fast!"

"So that's the plan?" I asked, bouncing a little up and down as I tried to hold myself, my insides screaming in protest. "We wait for another girl?"

"For now it is," Olivia said softly.

I felt bad for Olivia. Had it been my fault that she had suffered her contractions? Had I stressed her out by yelling at her? Slowly and disgracefully, I let my muscles relax and allowed my urine to flow freely from my body. It was at that moment that I realized that I was no greater than Olivia. We were on the same low level now, slaves for our masters. Why should I find comfort in a bathroom when a very pregnant Olivia could not?

***

Jacob's POV

February 16th, 2006

La Push Beach

I walked the beach alone-it was the only way I could think clearly now, especially now with the bloodsucker back among us. I couldn't stand it when he pushed himself into our brains-that already happened enough when I was a wolf…

Sam said I changed along with the rest of them because of my great sadness due to Bella's disappearance and I couldn't agree more with him. It had been my all my fault that Bella was gone. If only I had offered to meet her at her place or maybe picked her up from school. Everyone kept telling me that it wasn't my fault, couldn't have been my fault but there was no other way around it in my mind. If it hadn't been for me, Bella would have been okay.

No, my other voice whispered through my head. It's all thanks to the leech boy. If he hadn't left, then Bella wouldn't have attached herself to you! It's all Cullen's fault!

I growled and shook my head in anger, shoving my hands into my pockets as I continued across the cold, windy beach, listening to the waves as they crashed along the sand.

"Jake! Jacob, wait up!"

I didn't wait; I continued to storm across the sand, thinking of Bella and only Bella. My greatest prayer was that she was alive and well. I wished with all my heart that she was with people who did care about her-people who had sought her ought for help. I sighed. Those wishes were stupid-I knew the truth the moment I saw the only evidence at the scene of the crime-my pack had known the truth the moment we investigated the crime scene ourselves. She had been stolen from us against her will. I shuddered bitterly as I thought about her horrified face as the assailants grabbed her from behind.

"Hey man, didn't you hear me calling you?" Quil asked, his legs coming to a quick stop as he walked in step with me. I lied, shaking my head as I walked, feeling the salty ocean spray on my face. "Jake, they're doing the best they can-I think Embry's close to finding what happened. That'll help us out a lot I think-we need all the noses and eyes we can get!"

My eyes shifted to his face. Quil's eyes were dark, needing sleep and comfort. I could tell how ragged he was just by the was holding his posture. I backed up a little bit, shaking my head. "I don't think I can a part of this," I whispered softly, continuing up the beach.

"Jake!" Quil's strong hand grabbed my shoulder and yanked me back. I stumbled, but quickly regained my balance. I gave Quil a glare and his hand released me instantly. He looked down to the ground, unsure of himself.

"I can't do this man," I whispered, brushing my hand through my damp hair. "It's-it's too much for me-I just can't…" My throat tightened up, so I swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump that had settled itself above my Adam's apple.

"I'm sorry Jake," Quil mumbled, shrugging his shoulders at me. I stared right on forward, past Quil and toward the endless ocean.

***

Alice's POV

February 16th, 2006

Cullen's House

"Alice-"

"Edward." My voice was final. I was tired-actually tired of him asking me every five minutes if I saw something. I was trying, trying so hard to see Bella but everything was fuzzy and dark. I knew why I couldn't see anything. I had told him earlier why it wasn't working. But Edward was just relentless.

"I don't get it," Edward grumbled, sulking into his seat moodily. I watched as Esme looked over him worriedly. "You saw the news cast. You saw the van. Why can't you see where she is?"

"I'll explain it again," I snapped, shifting my hands to my hips and narrowing my eyes. Jasper's arms wrapped around my waist and a burst of calm waved through the troubled room. I took in a deep breath. "I can't see Bella because Bella doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know what state, town, county or providence. I keep getting pictures of the house, or what's happening, but it's not clear. Once Bella figure's out where she is, we'll get a pin point and then the action will start."

Edward grumbled something inaudible to the six of us as he pulled himself off the couch and stormed up the stairs. A door slammed from up above, though we did not shudder. I gazed at Jasper with sad eyes.

Jasper shrugged. "I tried," he said softly, looking up to the ceiling. "But he's just so angry. It's hard to maneuver calm feelings whenever Edward's around.

"He's hurting," Carlisle said, taking Esme's hand in his. "I don't think there will be a way to help him until we know that Bella's alright."

"I'm sure she's alright," I persisted, but I couldn't help but hesitate. "I know she's alive. I just don't know what state she's in. And I know he knows that-he's probably reading our minds as we speak." Something creaked from upstairs, causing all our eyes to peer at the ceiling hopefully.

Edward came down the stairs, key ring swinging from his finger. He cast a glance at us as he swept towards the door. "I'm going out for a while," he announced, grabbing the door handle. "Don't hesitate to call."

"I wish there was something we could do," Emmett said thoughtfully as Edward slammed the door behind him. Rosalie gave a small nod and hugged him tightly. I sighed sadly and gave them a downcast look.

"Good things come to those who -" I stopped, as my focus went to some other place. My eyes bulged as horror seized my beatless heart.

"Alice?" I was barely away of Jasper shaking me.

***

Bella's POV

The warm shower felt warm and light against my skin. I hesitantly took the bar of soap from the stand and brushed it against my arm. It felt so wonderful to be finally clean.

I had the basement to myself for now. Olivia had been given the upstairs guest room so she would be more comfortable. I couldn't help but envy her a little bit, although I knew that when the baby came, she would go back to living like scum. I lifted my face into the pouring water, and pushed my hair away from my neck. I had to take advantage of this wonderful, thing. I had to-

I paused and listened intently to my surroundings. All was quiet outside the shower, but I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. My hand brushed my face and I softly began to hum a song that my mother used to sing to me when I was a little girl. It helped relax all my anxious feelings. I sighed.

The shower curtain pulled back; I yelped and my hand went instinctively to covering up my body.

"W-what are you doing?" I stammered, reaching out to pull the shower curtain back in front of me. Vince caught my arm and rammed me into his chest. His lips pressed firmly against my slack lips, so hard that it hurt. I swung my arm, punching his chest, his shoulders, trying to break free. But he might as well have been Jake or Edward. He was too strong-too much…

"No," I moaned, pushing away from him as I was lifted from the shower. I looked into those ruthless eyes, pleading with him to stop. I wasn't ready for this-not now. I barely knew him…what would my parents think of me? Of this horrible, horrible thing? "Please…I'll do anything…" Tears began to seep out of my eyes. God, please!

"Shh," he whispered as he pulled his shirt over his head and unclasped the buckle of his belt. "Just relax, baby…I won't hurt you…I could never hurt you, Isabelle…"

I wriggled effortlessly, shouting a little as I tried to get away from Vince. Didn't this fall under hurting me? Wasn't doing something that I wasn't okay with hurting me? His hand fell over my lips and I did the only thing I could think of doing.

"Bitch!" Vince cursed as my teeth dug into his hand. His other hand slapped my face, punched and then grabbed a fist full of my hair so I jerked off the ground like a rag doll. I screamed loudly, releasing his hand as my head slammed into the hard, cold tile. My vision blurred-I was hardly aware of my legs being spread wide…

***

I couldn't move. I didn't deserve to live. What a disgrace I was, to Edward and to anyone who had ever loved me before. The tears wouldn't come anymore so I continued stroking the cold white tiles. My insides ached-my legs felt weird and burned out as if I had ran a thousand miles…I took in a deep shuddering breath and shut my eyes. The bathroom door creaked open and my entire body tensed immediately. I shivered, fearing that he was back for more.

But the voice that spoke wasn't his. "Oh, Bella," it said, and it rang through my head like an angel's. I didn't want to open my eyes, I couldn't face the savior's beautiful, yet worried gaze. What would my savior say? How would my savior heal my broken heart or soothe my battered body?

"Let's get you cleaned up…" the savior whispered, and I was completely aware of the soft hands that touched my swollen face. "Bella, open your eyes-it's okay." A pause. "You'll be okay."

My eyes opened and I saw my savior, my angel's bright green eyes stare down at me with a pitying gaze. Olivia handed me a towel which I slowly took from her hands. She helped me up into a sitting position and she wrapped me in her bathrobe. Mechanically I began to wipe away at myself, trying to clean up all the blood and filth that now and forever would inhabit my body.

"Bella, Bella," Olivia whispered, her hands on my shoulders. I stopped and looked up at her, my lower lip trembling again. Olivia's hand softly touched my face again. "It's okay…you'll be okay," she repeated, her voice full of reassurance. Her finger tips touched my good eyes and a small, timid smile touched her lips. "Just let it out," she said, pulling me into her arms and holding me like I was a broken baby doll in my childhood room. "Grieve now, because you won't be able to the next time this happens…"

The next time this happens… Those words sent a chill up my spine that I would never forget. My shoulder began to heave and my tears began to swell behind my eyes.

"Don't let me go," I cried softly into Olivia's shoulder as I trembled violently. "Don't-don't leave me…"

"I'm right here," Olivia soothed softly as she played with my hand. "I'm not going to leave you right now…you're safe…"

Safe…but for how much longer?

My throat burned as the cold surrounded me. He, Edward, was with me now, unknowingly. But for the first time, I didn't want me to see me like this…I was empty and hollow now. A creature without a purpose.

I couldn't make sense of anything anymore. I bit my lip as I tried to force everything I was feeling back in. I couldn't break anymore-I needed to be the controlled girl I used to be…

"Bella…just cry…"

I whimpered and pulled Olivia in tighter. "Don't let me go…please don't let me go…"

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out guys. I been going through some interesting times, and I could seem to get this chapter going to where it should be. The song that actually inspired this chappie, is Never Say Never by the Fray. It's a great song, so you should listen to it while you read 

Please read and review, because your words are inspiration to me. Thank you all so much 

Love,

Skye