Here we are, chapter 2! I hope you will like it.

Disclaimer: once again, the characters are not mine, only the plot is. Any publicly recognizable characters are a coincidence.

BPOV

I woke up to a searing pain on my forehead.

What happened?

I remember… a strange man and... a woman. And then... holy shit he hit me, and hard! He must have hit me more than once, because I somehow ended up with a cut on my forehead. Speaking of which… why is it hurting so much?

I open my eyes and see a blonde girl sitting beside me, dabbing on my cut with some cotton and what I assume to be alcohol.

"Thank you," I manage to croak out.

"You're welcome," she says quietly.

I remain lying while she finishes cleaning the cut. I sit up while she walks away, doing my best to take in my surroundings. I notice I am sitting on a bed. The survey doesn't take very long to do: the bed and a single chair in the corner are the only furniture in the room. The concrete walls are completely void of any decoration.

Where the hell am I?

And here I thought I was in the hospital and that the blonde girl was a nurse.

What's going on?

"It's sad, isn't it?" the blonde said from what I assume to be the doorway to the bathroom. There is some kind of faded purple shower curtain behind her.

"Where are we?" I asked her, scared of the answer.

"In a basement. The man that showed up at your house, that's Phil Dwyer, ex-baseball superstar wannabe. He's Renee's husband."

"Phil? My mother married… You're kidding. I mean… I know, my mother Renee married a guy named Phil. Charlie said he was a minor league baseball player, but I don't know, it couldn't be… Wow," I said after a moment of silence. "Do you know what happened to me?" I wanted to change the subject, I didn't want to believe that my mother had any hand in this.

"Well, I wasn't there, but judging from that cut on your forehead, I'd say you were taken against your will. Phil brought you in here earlier."

"What time is it now?" I asked, not really certain if I wanted to know. I was certain that Charlie was equal part frantic and worried at this point.

"It's middle of the afternoon now." She tried to give me a comforting smile but my mind only registered the shock I felt at hearing how long I had been gone from home. I knew without a doubt that Charlie was far past the frantic and worried I assumed seconds ago.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't believe this. I was abducted the night before graduation. The ceremony must be underway right now. Charlie must be there, looking for me, and worried sick when I didn't walk across the stage when my name was called. I was supposed to meet him after so we could go have dinner in Port Angeles… and what about Jacob? We had plans too. All of that, all my dreams had just been ripped away from me. And I don't even know why!

I must have been crying hard because the blonde girl was now holding me to her, trying to comfort me. When I finally managed to calm down somewhat, she let me go, but she started rubbing my back comfortingly.

"Is there any way out of here?" I asked with a sob. I refused to believe I was stuck here.

"Not really. I'm Rosalie, by the way," she replied, offering me her hand.

I took her hand.

"I'm Isabella, but please call me Bella."

"Well Bella, looks like it's you and me. Lord knows we will need each other to depend on since we can't trust anyone else."

Now that got me curious and a little frightened.

"Why do you say that?"

Rosalie swallowed thickly, but didn't answer.

"Rosalie, what's going on?" I pleaded.

She sighed.

"Bella… Phil… he didn't kidnap you just for the fun of kidnapping. I don't know all the details, but I heard Renee tell him about this daughter of hers that she left behind with her father years ago, and how said daughter had kind of put a stop to all her dreams and stuff. So Phil, to prove his love to her or something, decided to put a stop to her daughter's dreams to make her pay. It took them a little while, but they, or rather he, found her… you. Then he went to get you."

That did answer a part of the question.

"Ok… but… are they just going to leave me here?"

Rosalie shook her head no almost reluctantly.

"Then what?" I asked urgently.

She sighed again.

"Phil owns a club… a strip club."

She didn't need to say more. Not only did he want to put a stop to my dreams, he wanted to humiliate me. Tears came again.

"Bella," Rosalie called. "Bella, look at me."

I looked up at her through my tears.

"Bella, we have each other, okay? We'll be our support system. We'll find a way out of this."

I nodded, sniffing.

"Rosalie, how long have you been here?" I asked not sure I wanted to know.

She didn't answer right away.

"It's been almost a year now," she replied quietly.

I gasped.

"What happened?"

She took a deep breath and told me her story.

"I met this guy, Royce King, when I was a junior in high school. He told me that I could become an international model; all I had to do was trust him. Enticed by him, I gave him my unconditional trust. He gave me everything: money, a car, and auditions with well renowned designers, love… or so I thought. One night, tired of me always rejecting him, he raped me."

She sniffed, but refused to let her tears fall.

"He threatened to harm my family if I didn't do as he said. He tried to get me to work in strip clubs close to home on the east coast, but I always found a way to get rejected. So Royce moved us to the west coast. He met Phil in Portland playing poker one night. Royce was quite drunk and he put me up as his bet, since he was out of money. Phil won the hand."

Wh-what?

"Royce didn't give up. He was at the club every night, keeping an eye not only on me, but also on Phil. Royce felt like nobody had the right touch me but him. Phil knew that too, and since he didn't want any problems, he had never laid a hand on me. Royce was just waiting for the right moment to take me back."

This time, she let a few tears fall and I hugged her.

"I don't want to go back, Bella. I can't go back. Royce treated me even worse than Phil. Royce raped me…multiple times, where Phil never really laid a hand on me. I know it's probably because of Royce, but… I can't go back."

At the end of her story, Rosalie was crying softly. I took one of her hands, trying to be supportive. At least, I wasn't alone in this.

"I'll do everything to protect you, Bella," my new friend told me honestly.

"Thanks Rose."

I looked up at her fearing my slip up of her name.

"It's okay," she assured me. "I like it."

We smiled at each other.

Sometime later, I could hear a lock being pulled and a door opening.

"That's Phil," Rosalie whispered.

"Rosalie!" Phil shouted from the top of the stairs.

"That's my cue," Rosalie said. "I have to go. You're safe for tonight, he won't bring you before your cut is completely healed."

I sighed in relief.

"Rosalie! You know what happens when you make me wait!" Phil yelled.

She shivered in horror.

"I'll tell you more later, I really have to go. I'll see you later Bella."

I waved goodbye to my new best friend as she ascended the stairs. At least I would be safe for about a week or so...or maybe I could try to infect it, that would force Phil and Renee to take me to the hospital, and while I am waiting in an exam room I could try to escape… I found a problem in my plan already; I don't even know which city I am in. For all I know, I could be as far away as Los Angeles, and I couldn't exactly take a cab home.

A week and a half later…

I had been left alone for the past week and a half, with the exception of Rose. Rose brought in our food and water, she even smuggled in a book for me to read, Romeo and Juliet. She said it was for when she went to the club at night.

She had just left and I started to settle into another night alone, when the door swung open and someone came down the stairs. I backed towards the corner, and stayed silent. I recognized who it was immediately; it was my kidnapper, Phil. I shivered involuntary, and tried desperately to back myself into the wall.

"Come here," Phil said firmly as he stopped in the middle of the room.

I didn't dare move.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it," Phil said raising his voice. "Now come here!"

I was too frightened to move, but my survival instinct must have kicked in because I was moving towards him against my will. My head was lowered submissively and his groan told me he was pleased by that.

"Well done Isabella," Crack. Phil slapped me across the face, hard, and I cried out. "Next time when I ask you to do something you do it, understand?"

"Y-yes," I choked out, my head still lowered, looking at the floor.

"Follow me," Phil said as he made his way over to the bathroom. "I want you to strip down and clean yourself thoroughly, I'll leave you to do this yourself, but if I find one piece of dirt on you, then I'll be joining you next time to make sure you don't miss anything." His sick smile told me exactly how much he wanted me to mess up and need his help. I shuttered at the thought. "Hurry up, you've got ten minutes," he sneered.

I sighed in relief as Phil left me alone in the bathroom to clean myself. I don't think I would have been able to handle him there with me. My hands still shook considerably even though I was alone and not under Phil's prying eyes as I would have to undress.

"Oh and don't put those dirty clothes back on," Phil yelled from the top of the stairs. "I'll get you something and set it out on the bed for you."

I waited until Phil had left and closed the door behind him, before I quickly got undressed and took the quickest but cleanest shower of my life. Something told me that I did not want to get on Phil's bad side, nor disobey his orders. I was out in record time and glanced into the room to make sure Phil wasn't there. When I noticed that he wasn't I ran to the bed to quickly put on my outfit. I stopped short when I noticed that it was a fancy set of panties and a really short lacy nightgown, all made from silk in light blue. I quickly threw it on. I didn't want Phil coming down here with me still naked, and if I put on my old clothes then I would just get dirty and I couldn't have that.

Not long later Phil came back down the stairs. He made his way over to me, looking at me appreciatively, but never said a word. I felt sick to know that he was seeing me dressed this way. To know that anyone would see me dressed this way! He just grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up the stairs. It was light inside, but dark out. I desperately looked out every window trying to find something that would tell me where I was. The city lights were shining brightly but I couldn't recognize anything.

Phil pulled me into another room, and locked the door behind him. I immediately feared the worst and backed away from him slowly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to... violate you, not until you're properly trained and know how to please me at least." Phil said trying to be soothing, but completely failing.

I instantly felt relieved, or as relieved as I could be, at least for now I would be safe.

Phil walked over to the side of the room and turned on a CD player. A soft but sensual song started playing. "Now dance," I shook my head no. "Do I have to ask you twice?" Phil warned me.

I shook my head no and started dancing. I was bad, really bad. So bad that at one stage Phil stopped the music, and pulled me up from the floor. I couldn't help that I had two left feet and every time I crossed them I ended ass up on the floor.

"This is going to be harder than I thought," Phil muttered as he stood me back on my feet. "Keep practicing I'll be right back."

I nodded, but as soon as he left the room I pulled the curtains back and looked out the window, surely I'd see something recognizable, and I did. I nearly cried at the sight, in the distance I could see the Seattle Space Needle. I was in Seattle, only a four hour bus trip away from Charlie. My mind kept screaming that he'd find me, he wouldn't give up. I heard the handle rattle and I quickly closed the curtain and hurried back to the center of the room and began dancing.

"Help her," Is all Phil said as he shoved Rose into the room with me. "She needs to dance perfectly before morning," Phil threatened Rose as he shut the door on us and locked it.

I immediately ran into Rose's arms and began crying.

"It's okay," Rose tried to soothe me. "I'll help you learn."

"But you won't, I can't," I mumbled incoherently. "I can't dance Rose."

"Ssshhh! Bella," Rose said pulling away from me and wiping my tears. "Now I'll show you how it's done, and I won't stop helping you until you've got it, okay? We're in this together Bella."

"Okay," I replied softly as I pulled out of Rose's embrace. "Thanks Rose."

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