(Edward POV)

In my mind, my dad's kind of a psychopath. I don't necessarily blame him though; he's a doctor and deals with death pretty much everyday. Lives are placed on his hands and sometimes there's nothing he can do. He told me once that he feels guilt whenever he loses a patient, that every time he sees or hears a heart monitor draw a straight line, it cuts a line through his own heart. I don't know how he does it.

He grew up with an alcoholic dad and a caring mother. All he life he strived for his dad's attention, which he never got. I know that's taken its toll on him. He thinks about it everyday.

But that's not the only reasons why I think my dad's a little… well… not there. He collects guns, knives, and our medicine cabinet is filled with drugs prescribed for him. The medicine cabinet is really more like a safe hiding in our bathroom. He has a lock on it and he thinks neither Alice or I have ever been in there. Hell, I think he'd be surprised if mum went in there.

I'd be surprised too, seeing that she usually keeps to herself.

I broke into it once, once summer. I was only fourteen, but I noticed how frequent my dad had to take a piss and something was fishy. No, not the damn smell for my dad hates salmon and we hardly have asparagus, but he's attitude. He'd go at the weirdest times, when no one was really around.

Now I didn't know whether he had some sort of bladder infection from having to hold his piss all the time at work, or if it was something else. I went with the latter. So one day in the summer when I was finally allowed to be home alone while my dad worked and my mum went uptown, I snuck into the bathroom and opened it. How? Of course I spied and spied until I saw him open it enough times that I got the combination. Actually, I won't lie to ya, I wasn't a good spy and that didn't work. What happened was I got lucky one day when I was in the library and pulled out an old book on Genesis and a piece of paper with the combination slipped out.

Hmm. Maybe that sounds more like detective/spy work than cracking the lock. Anyways, I broke in and found all the pill bottles. Most of them were anti-depressants.

When I turned sixteen I still had the same questions reeling in my head about my father, the man I really didn't know, but lived with. I eventually got the guts to ask my mother what was up.

She admitted he was on anti-depressants but played it off coolly saying it was because of his stressful job and not-so-wonderful childhood. That could be the case. But all those bottles in the cabinet?

I just couldn't swallow the lies she was shoving down my throat. Internally, I got pissed at her for lying, until it hit me; maybe that's all she knows. Maybe that's what dad tells her.

Then I got even more confused. I mostly ignored my dad throughout my life, but there were occasions where he'd be talking on the phone to someone and get mad. Like really mad. Every Sunday he went to church. Alone. He didn't want the rest of the family coming.

Then back to the knives and guns, he collects them and keeps them in his office. Claims there his 'showcase' items. He told me he always had a fascination with them.

All this led me to believe he's just not all there.

Now you're probably wondering why I'm talking all about my dad when I should be thinking and worrying about Bella. You are, aren't you?

The thing is, Bella woke up really late into the night (or really early in the morning, whichever you prefer) and woke me up with her sobbing. I held her, let her cry and blubber. But her blubbering was words. She was trying to describe to me the man that took her.

She mentioned handguns, knives, pill bottles and a man in a mask. I knew it couldn't be my father since he's been with the family for the past… ever. It's just the way described the man made me think of my dad. And I didn't like that. Not one bit.

There's something that was worse though, something that I hated even more than the man she described. It's what he told her.

I wipe a final tear from Bella's cheek and she leans her head against my shoulder. I wish we were somewhere rather than the front seat of my Volvo, but there really was nowhere close rather than a bunch of forest. Neither of us complains, though I'm sure she's thinking something similar.

"Bella." I murmur into the darkness. "I'm so sorry."

"For what?" She mutters back in a hoarse tone.

I pull her closer and press my lips into her hair. "Everything. You never deserved-"

She silences me by shaking her head against my skin. "Can't change anything, superman. But you really should leave."

"You're crazy." I tell her.

She stiffens and sits up straighter. My arms slacken around her. "This isn't a joke, Edward."

"I'm being serious. You're crazy if you think I'm going anywhere. Anywhere without you."

"This is dangerous."

"What is?" I demand. "You being out there alone is!"

"We can't, ugh!" And I think she's about to cry again.

"Bella?" I ask using a soft voice again. I reach out in the darkness and cup her cheek. It's not pitch black since the moon and starts provide light, but I can't make out too much.

She turns her face into my palm. "He told me he had to take me away from you."

That's all she told me he said and he couldn't say anything else… He'd smack her if she asked why.

He just said that's what his job was.