AN: guys, I sincerely apologize that it has been years since I have uploaded anything. I honestly forgot about my story because my life had become so damn crazy and hectic. I even had to re-read my story to make sure it was mine. Lol. Long story short, I have found my story again and have the urge to finish my story. I am going to use the gap in the years it has been since I last wrote anything. I hope you guys enjoy and again I apologize that it has been so long.
*Previously: When I was almost done packing, I was hit yet again with something hard. Before the darkness could claim me once again, I saw a smirk on Jacobs face, as I fell to the ground.
The night that Edward had took me to Jacobs to gather my things, somehow, Jacob had snuck in and managed to knock me unconscious without Edward even knowing. When I woke up, I was chained up to a wall, inside of a cage on just a paper thin mattress. It was dark and musty so I assumed I was in a basement. I lay there thinking about what hell I have been drug into now, when I hear keys jingling, a door opening, and Jacobs deep, husky voice.
"BELLA! I hope you're awake now because I have a fun filled day for us!"
He comes to the cage he is holding me hostage in.
"Alright so from now on, Isabella Swan is NO MORE! You will now be known as Samantha Hall. "
He whips out documents proving of my new identity. Whilst I think to myself how long have I been down here, he must have read my thoughts…
"Sorry you had to sleep so long, but with the move and everything, you were quite uncooperative. So I had to keep you sedated for almost two months. For that I do apologize."
Now I remember bits and pieces. I remember being in the trunk of a car for hours at a time. I vaguely remember being woken up to eat, use the bathroom, any of the necessities. But I remember now, its all coming back to me now.
"Why?" was all I could say. His answer was short and sweet.
"Because you're mine. I told you, you'll always be mine. Now for the house rules, If I ever have any visitors, you are not to say a word. You only speak when spoken to. You are to clean up, and when you're done cleaning up, you will cook my meals ahead of time so you don't have to spend too much time out of your "room". And yes, before you even ask, this is your room. No t.v, and no phones. And don't worry about your precious little Edward, you left him a little bon voyage letter at our old home. He won't come looking for you, I can assure you of that. No one misses you, no one cares. Except me, I am all you've got. So deal with it. "
I felt my heart and my mind go numb. Surely Edward was looking for me. He just has to be.
**6 YEARS LATER**
HE never came, he never found me. I have been stuck in a living hell for 6 fucking years. It's the same thing, day after day, cleaning, cooking, the fighting, the abuse. Somehow Jacob found the limit, the limit on how much he could abuse me and stop so I don't have to go to the ER or any doctor. And when he slips and pushes that limit, it doesn't help that he has a doctor friend that looks the other way while attempting to stitch me up or wrap sprained wrists. Today while doing the usual, Jacob was in the living room watching the news. He must not have known I was behind him because the first thing I saw on the screen was Edwards face, and I heard his sweet caring voice.
"Its been 6 long years, but I will NEVER give up on finding the girl that I love."
He holds up a picture of me from 6 years ago, and what looks like an age progressed photo of what I should look like now.
"The police, the city and everyone else may have given up hope, but not me. The last time I saw Bella, I had taken her to her abusive boyfriends house, Jacob, to gather her things. She was abused so brutally, he had broken her, spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically. I don't know how he managed to get to her because I was downstairs watching to see if anybody had gotten in. I guess he was waiting upstairs for her because when I went to check on her, she was gone and a note was left on the bed. It read "I'm sorry, please don't look for me. I just had to go and I couldn't risk you getting hurt. –Bella" It was not written in her handwriting. I know that because I have a note from Bella the first day I was in her class. I have a message for her,
Bella, wherever you are, I have not given up. I have looked everywhere for you in these past six years and I will continue to look. I love you and I WILL see you again."
I quickly ran back downstairs back to my "room" before Jacob could see me looking at the tv. He never stopped looking. For the first time, I felt again. I felt hope..
**A/n: Well hope you guys have enjoyed this chapter. I've got all kinds of ideas whirling though my head on where to take this story and I promise, I will not disappoint or disappear again. As always read and review. I love hearing your feedback!