Disclaimer: I don't own twilight! The great Stephanie Meyer does!

Warnings: Sexual Assault. Violence. Language. Drinking. Sex in later chaps. Blood. NO RAPE in the story! Kidnapping.

Freedom

Chapter one

BPOV

I was riding my bike on my way home from school. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I had to stop riding to wipe my eyes so that I could see. I sniffled as I wiped away my tears but they just kept coming.

Finally, my face was clean of tears. I started to paddle off again but I felt strong arms grab me from behind me. I screamed but it was short lived as a hand covered my mouth. It had cloth in it, and I was starting to feel dizzy and my whole body felt heavy.

The last thing I saw was a man with white blond hair looking down at me, then nothing but black.

When I woke up my head was pounding. I was laying down on an old mattress that smelled like rotten cheese and had blood on it. I gasped as I remembered that a man had grabbed me. I saw a door about ten feet from me. I slowly crawled away from the mattress but before I could get to the door, I felt a tug at my right ankle.

I spun around and let out a horrified cry as I saw that I was chained to the wall. I started crying hysterically while trying to get the chain off. After, what felt like an eternity I realized that the only way that the chain would come off is that if I cut it off or wait for the man who kidnapped me to unlock it.

I didn't like either of those ideas. I gave up on the chain and crawled to one of the corners of the room. I pulled my knees up to my chest and started rocking back and forth, tears slowly making their way down my cheeks.

I slowly started to pray to God. It was the first time in all my life that I truly prayed. I have prayed that I would get A on a test or pray that it didn't rain or snow. Those were more like wishes then prayers.

However, right now I prayed. I prayed that God would be with me and to see me safely though. I closed my eyes and keep repeating 'God, be with me, guide me to safety' over and over in my head.

My eyes snapped opened as I heard someone unlocking the door to the room I was in. I prayed that it was the police or someone that was saving me. The door opened and revealed the man who had kidnapped me.

I tried to back up further into the corner where I was but I could only go so far. I whimpered when the man came in and I jumped when he slapped the door. He laughed at my what he would later call 'Skittish kitten' move.

I watched warily as he walked slowly toward me. He was tall, mid to late twenties, long white blond hair, and the darkest blue eyes I have ever seen. They were creepy, everything about him screamed 'CREEPY' but the worst of him was his voice.

"Hello, little one. I have been watching you for a while. I could never get you by yourself. But luck was with me when you were riding home alone today...well, yesterday." he said in a pouty voice.

Yesterday? I have been here for a whole day and didn't even realize it. I wondered if my parents called the police or even if they noticed that I was not home.

"Please, let me go!" I whimpered and started crying. I let out a yelp as the man shot forward and grabbed me by the hair. I screamed as he dragged me to the mattress and threw me on it. I screamed louder and started throwing my arms and legs around when I saw that he was taking off his belt.

Oh, god. He's going to rape me. I started to hit him anywhere I could reach but he backhanded me, I saw stars and I blacked out for a second. I was stunned, I have never been hit before. I could taste blood in my mouth, I had a cut on my lower lip.

I looked back at my kidnapper and saw that he had finished taking off his belt. However, instead of just taking off his pants like I thought he would, he grabbed me and roughly turned me over so I was on my stomach.

I started pleading and begging him to let me go but he just said "Shut up, you little bitch!"

I let out a high pitch scream when he ripped my white button blouse with his pocket knife, leaving a long cut on my back. I felt blood running down my back and sides. I wondered how deep it was. I felt the kidnapper grab a hold of my training bra and cut it off.

I was crying and whimpering as I waited for him to take off my jeans but he didn't. What he did shocked me and sent pain though out my entire body. He had whipped me with his belt, leaving a long cut from the metal part of the belt.

The man hit me with the belt again and again. I lost count after tenth time he whipped me, all I knew was that I was in unbearable pain and I had lost a lot of blood.

Finally, my kidnapper delivered the last whip of the belt. I never felt so tired and terrified in my life. Not even when I dropped my grandmother's vase when I was eight and my mother yelled at me. I was so sure that she was going to hit me but she never did, she just sent me to bed without dinner.

The man turned me around and I let out a tiny yelp and whimper when my sore back touched the dirty mattress. I looked up at Mr. Creepy and saw that he was putting his belt back on.

"Now, you will not speak, unless I say you can. Understand?" he asked looking at me with a smug look that I just wanted to take his packet knife and rim it though his throat.

I said nothing. I was going to show him that he was not the boss of me but he didn't like it that I was not answering him.

He picked me up by my forearms and shook me, while yelling "You will answer me! Right this minute or I will take my pocket knife and slit your throat!"

I gulped. I didn't want to die, I suddenly remembered a television show that I watched one night when my parents were out getting drunk. It was a program about kids that were kidnapped that survived, the program also gave a few helpful tips/info for people to help them heaven forbids if they ever get kidnapped.

One of the most import thing they said to do is to listen to what your captor says, it might just save you, to keep in mind that people are looking for you and to remember where you came from, your friends, family, even pets. It will help to cope with being under a mad person's control.

I wanted to stay alive. I wasn't ready to die! So, I said "Yes, sir. I understand."

He smiled smugly and said "Good girl, I have a feeling that we will have a great time together!"

I thought that when he whipped me was bad but it was a like picking a scab, him kissing me and touching me was even worse. He touched me all over, places where only I was suppose to touch. I was waiting for him to take off his pants but he never did.

He only touched me and sniffed every inch of my body. I felt my skin crawl every time I felt his hands on me and I wanted to threw up when I felt his tongue join in.

Tears were running down my cheeks and I was staring at the dirty ceiling praying that he would stop soon. As soon as I prayed he stopped and got up, he went to the door.

He opened the door and I saw that there were stairs landing up to what I assumed was the first floor of wherever I was. He paused and turned around to say "There is no way out of this room and if you scream no one is going to hear you. Good night Isabella!"

I shivered and flinched when he shut the door. The sound of the door locking echoing the room. I laid on the mattress with what little of my clothing I had left, blood still flowing down my cut up back.

I took off my once white button up shirt that was now slowly turning red with blood. I looked around and saw that my sweatshirt and coat were a few feet from me, there was also a thin blanket that had holes here and there.

I grabbed my stuff and the blanket, I folded up the blanket and put it on the mattress. I laid down on it on the wounds on my back, I needed to do that to stop the bleeding I didn't want to bleed to death.

I put on sweatshirt and coat over me. It was starting to get cold in the room and the only thing I could hear was my teeth clattering. As a fell asleep I kept praying to God to see me though alive and that people were looking for me.

The next day was the same expect that the man who later told me his name, which was James, took off my pants and touched me down there. Days went by, months went by, before I knew it a year had past then two.

I kept track of how long I was in the room by using my blood from my cuts to mark on the walls. I would ask 'James' if I could have some books or something to read. He would bring me books, cloths that were dirty and had holes in them.

He would barely fed me. The one meal I had a day was heaven. Speaking of heaven, I still prayed to God. I feel that he is listening and that feeling is what keeps me going every single day. That and telling myself that I am Bella Swan, I am 17 going on 18 years old. I live in Forks, Washington... I have long dark brown hair...dark brown eyes that one person once said looked like milk chocolate.

My parents are Charlie and Renee Swan. I went to Forks Junior High. I love animals, pizza, and the ocean. I keep saying those things over and over in my head, it kept me sane though these last five years.

I looked down at my arms and saw all the scars and dried up blood. James usually gives me a bath once a month, if you call being hosed down with cold water and a bar of soap for both hair and body, while he touched me a bath.

He hadn't given me a 'bath' in almost two months and the last time I ate was three days ago. That was also the last time I saw him. I was worried that he might have gone out and dead in a car accident or was arrested. I wasn't worried about him, he can burn in hell five times over as far as I am concerned.

I was worried that I would die down here if he was dead or in jail. It wasn't likely that he would tell someone that I was down here if he was in jail. If he was dead, it would take awhile for someone to come to his house, if that is where I am even at. For all I know I could be in an abandoned warehouse or an condemned house.

For the first time in five years I prayed that he would be back, I have always prayed that he would let me go or just came in and leave my meal but he always stayed as I ate.

I was starting to get dizzy from lack of water and food. I gasped as I heard footsteps on the stairs, some part of me wished that it was the police. It was like the first day all over again as the door opened and James came in but this time with a tray of food.

I swallowed hard as I saw the tray. I was so hungry and thirsty that I almost jumped up and tackled him but I resisted. If I did that I would not get the food or water, instead I would get ten lashes and five slaps.

"Hey, little one. I am sorry that it has been three days since I came down here." he said not sounding sorry at all. He had that smug look that I hated with passion. I didn't answer him but in my head I was screaming out curses that would make even my mother 'the swear queen' blush.

James walked over to me and placed the tray of food down on the mattress. I waited for him to tell me to eat, when he did I waited five seconds before I grabbed the glass of luke warm water. I drunk down half of it then I grabbed the loaf of stale bread. I stiffened when I felt his hands on me but didn't stop eating.

"You're so beautiful, pet. I wish I could be in you, fucking you." James breathed into my ear. I shivered but kept on eating. After, my first month here I was waiting in fear if the next time James would come to the room, if it would be that time he would finally rape me. One day he came with my food and touched me but never took off his pants.

He had left and I had lost it, screaming at him asking him why hasn't he raped me yet and that he is a sick fuck. I couldn't move for days after that, I had a broken nose that I had painfully reset. My back was basically shredded and I had sallow cuts along my stomach and arms that healed perfectly over the months since that night. But during those first few months the cuts spelled 'IMPOTENT'

Since I was only thirteen then I didn't know what the word meant until I was fourteen and he had thrown a directory at me. I looked it up and I nearly cried out in relief, he couldn't have sex but that didn't stop him from touching or kissing me.

I was bought back to the present when he started to touch my breasts. Over the years my breast have grown a lot, which I hated cause it caused him to be more touchy with them. I looked up toward the door and blinked in shock as I saw that the door was wide open.

He never left the door opened. NEVER! I quickly looked down at the tray of food before he could notice what I was looking at. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour, this could be my chance to escape.

I of course knew what would happen if I did escape and he caught me I would likely be killed or beaten half to death. However, I could make it to a phone, to a door, or a weapon to use against him. The trouble was how would I get out of the ankle chain, he had the key in his jean packet.

I couldn't punch him or even kick him hard enough to knock him out. I barely had strength to sit up and if I was going to run up a flight of stairs then run toward safety, I would need all my strength for that. What I needed was a weapon, anything can be used as a weapon even a nail file...or a fork I thought as I picked up my fork to eat the steamed cauliflower.

I looked at the fork like it was heaven itself and then I inwardly chuckled as I saw the butter knife on my tray. A fork and a butter knife might be just what I needed to get away from this sick motherfucker! All I needed to do now was distract him from my chest, I took a deep breath and hoped to God that he didn't get angry.

"Sir?" I said making my voice sound meek. Like I was a five year old, just how he loved it. I had a feeling that I was not his first victim but I will be his last, I will make sure of that rather I lived or not!

I heard him sigh but he didn't sound angry when he said, "Yes, Isabella?"

I took a deep breath and slowly asked "If you don't mind me asking, but where were you those last three days? I'm just curious where you go when you are not down here. You know what they say 'curiosity killed the cat'"

He laughed and said "'And pleasure brought it back'"

Guess I walked right into that one but so far so good.

"I work. I work at an sanitation plant. In other words, I am a garbage man." James added dryly. I withheld my laughter at the ironing. He, in my opinion was garbage and he picks up garbage, guess it took garbage to know garbage. If only he could throw himself in a dump truck and press the button that will crush him like any garbage.

"Is that how you find me?" I asked as he started kissing my neck and luck was with me as he started to move his kisses to the back of my neck. I looked out the corner of my eye and saw that his head was buried in my hair.

"Yeah, it was. I saw you coming out of the house with garbage and when you yelled for me to wait, hm it was like bells to my ears. You were only like ten or eleven then but you were so nice to me, no one ever is. After that day I tried to talk to you but never could. You didn't pay attention to me, just ride off on your bike. Didn't even fucking smile at me." said James his voice becoming louder by the end of his speech.

I backtracked and said "I'm sorry for that I do not remember that, during that time I was almost zombie like. My parents were drinking 24/7, I had no friends, I was just a shell that moved and talked."

Please believe what I just said! Please! I prayed over and over. I didn't know how well my acting skill was but I prayed to God that it was Oscar worthy!

James slowly wrapped his arms around me and spoke into my hair, "Well, now we have each other. I will be your friend. Forever!"

This was it. It was now or never! God, be with me! I gripped the fork and knife in each of my hands. I looked up at the door for a second then turned slightly to James.

"There's just one problem with that." I whispered.

"WHAT!" snapped James as he tighten his hold around me but didn't move his head. I smiled evilly.

"I'm not staying here forever!" I said as I raised my right arm with the butter knife and stabbed him in his upper back. He let out a painful howl and let me go to reach around to get the knife out of his back. He had moved a few inches from me when I had stabbed him, which was perfect for me to swing my left arm with the fork down his face.

James let out another painful howl as the fork left deep gashes along his forehead down to his chin, blood was pouring down his face and into his left eye.

"You fucking bitch!" he growled at me. I took that as a cue to start hitting him with anything to knock him out. I grabbed the glass that still had water in it and threw the water at him so he could be blinded by the water for a few seconds.

I got on my knees and raised the glass over my head and with all my might brought down my arms to smash the glass against James head. I felt a piece of the glass enter my right hand but I ignored it and grabbed the plate to smash over his head.

He was still conscious. I groaned as I picked up the tray that was thankfully metal. I stood up and I stood over him, I raised the tray over my head and bought it down to James's head. He stopped moving but he was still breathing.

I grabbed the fork, which I had dropped after slashing him, and held it up high ready just in case he wakes up and grabs me. I inched closer to him and watched him as I reached for the front of his jeans packet where the key was.

I slowly reached inside his jeans packet to get the key. My fingers wrapped around it, just as I withdrew my hand from his packet James's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

I screamed as he pulled me down to him, I landed on his chest on my chest. I started fighting him but he was stronger, he turned us over so I was beneath him. The key flew out of my hand and slid a few feet from me.

"You are going to fucking pay for that you fucking bitch." he hissed at me. I watched as he raised his left arm to backhand me but I brought my right hand which had the fork to the base of his throat.

He let out a strangled yell as he rolled over on his back to his right as I rolled to my right. I started to crawl toward the key but let a yelp as I felt his hand on my ankle. I looked back at him and saw that he had took out the fork from his throat. It was bleeding but not as much as I had hoped. I rolled on my back and kicked him in the face with my other foot.

I heard a crunch and let out a breathless laugh as I saw that I had broken his noses. He let go of my foot and I scrabbled away from him toward the key. I grabbed the key and started to unlock the chain that has been on my ankle for five fucking years.

The chain came loose and I stood up ran toward the door stumbling along the way. I turned around and saw that James was trying to get up, damn! It would take a fucking train to stop him.

I made it though the door and put one foot on the first step before I spun around to close the door and lock James in but before I could do that I saw that James had finally gotten up and was making his way toward me.

SHIT! I quickly grabbed the door and shut it but before I had to time to lock it James turned the knob. I grabbed the knob at my end and held onto it with everything I had. I was panting and my heart was going a million miles an hour.

"When I get my hands on you, you will be begging me for death!" yelled James as he pounded on the door. I suddenly had an idea, I saw it once in a movie. I waited until James pulled the knob again and when he did I let the door open a little so that he could fit though one of his hands though.

It worked his hand came though the gap trying to grab me. I let out a yelp as his hand grabbed a few strands of my hair and yanked. I then put all of my weight on the door to make it hit him hopefully in the head or nose.

"AHH!" James yelled out. I smiled shakily as I heard that, I grabbed the door knob again and swag it on his fingers. It worked he withdrew his fingers and with that I ran up the stairs. I looked around for a weapon and saw a fire poker, I grabbed it and slowly making my way toward the rest of the house.

I kept my front to where I had just came from ready for James if he came after me. I looked behind me every now and then to see where I was going. After a few seconds I entered what looked like a guest room and gasped as I saw a phone by the bed on a bedside table.

I ran to it and picked it up then dialed 911. I heard the line ringing, it was like the hallelujah chorus and I burst out crying as I head the operator answer.

"911, what is your emergency?" said the operator, which was a woman.

I watched the door as I answered her, "My name is Bella Swan. I was kidnapped five years ago. I need the police to come here immediately before he comes and finds me!"

"Swan? Is your father Charles Swan?" asked the operator.

"Y-yes, he is but you need to send the police right now!" I whispered yelled at her. Why was she asking me that? She should be asking where is was.

"Okay, honey. Do you know where you are?" she asked, I could hear her in the back around talking to people but didn't make out what she was saying. For a minute I thought I heard her say 'get Charlie!'

"No, I don't know I am. I had been in a room for five years this is the first time I ran and got to a phone!" I whispered as I kept a close eye on the door.

"That's all right, I will trace the call. Do not hang up!" said the operator.

I sighed and said "I'm not going to hang up until the police come and James is in handcuffs or dead. I prefer dead!"

I heard the operator chuckle, "You're a feisty one, aren't you? You said his name is James?"

"Yeah, don't know his last name but I do know he works as a garbage man. That's how he met me." I told her all about how he looked and what he wore and his one tattoo on his right forearm.

"Do you know where I am yet?" I asked as a minute went by.

"Yes, we do. The police will be there in fifteen minut-" I didn't hear the rest of what she said as James burst into the room at high speed. I yelled out and dropped the phone as James tackled me onto the bed. The fire poker flew out of my hand and clattered to the floor.

"You bitch! You called the fucking cops!" James roared as he slapped me twice giving me a bloody lip.

"You bet I called the fucking cops, you motherfucking psycho!" I spat at him then I kneed him in the balls.

He let go of me to grab his balls I took that chance to right hook him then left hook him. It hurt me more than it did him but it felt good! I brought my leg up kicked him in the gut and he fell on the floor with a thud.

I got off the bed and went toward the other door in the room while yelling as loud as I could so the operator would hear if she was still on the line.

"Tell the cops to hurry!" I yelled as I slapped the bathroom door and locked it. I spun around and saw another door that lead to what looked like James's bedroom, I shut and locked that door too. I looked around the bathroom for a weapon and saw a plunger. It was better then nothing and it would have to do until the police came.

I grabbed it and hid in the claw bathtub. I jumped when I heard James yell "BITCH!"

Bang, Bang!

The sound of the door being pounded on frighted me. He was trying to get in. He was coming after me. I wanted the police here right now! I wanted to go home! I missed my room!

Hell, I even missed my parents, they weren't the nicest parents but at least they never hit me. And my father never did what James did to me. I could hear the sirens just as James broke down the door. I felt like a deer caught in the headlight of a car. God, he looked pissed.

I raised the plunger above my head, ready to strike him when he came at me.

"You are dead bitch!" he roared charging at me, I sway the plunger at him but he grabbed it. He looked at me with crazed blue eyes. I let go of the plunger and stared him down, silently telling him that he didn't scare me.

He raised the plunger and I steeled myself for the blow by closing my eyes. I let out a scream as a big bang shot out, then a thud. I opened my eyes and saw James on the floor, he had a bullet in his head. I looked up from where James was to the door he had broken down and saw my father. He was wearing a police uniform.

"Bella!" cried my father as he ran to me enveloping me in a fierce hug and dragging me out of the tub. I was speechless. My dad was an alcoholic. Did I die? Did James kill me and this was heaven?

"God, I am so sorry baby girl! Your mom and I are so sorry. When you were kidnapped we had an reality check. A major one at that. It took us awhile to get sober and earn respect from people. It took four years for me to become a policeman. When I did I asked to be assign to your case." my dad said, his voice cracking here and there.

He called me 'baby girl'. He never once called me that. It bought tears to my eyes. I hugged him back with much strength as I could muster.

I was safe. James was dead! My dad killed my kidnapper. In all my life I had never felt more safe then I do now in my father's arms.

"Daddy!" I whispered before I blacked out.