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DISCLAIMER:

I am in no way,shape or form associated or affiliated with Stephenie Meyer. She owns everything apart from the plot. (Im The Genious That Came Up With That)

And now that we've cleared up the fact I'm just your average Joe (or Beckky?) shall we continue with the story?

I think we shall...

A heart cannot be fixed with Sellotape; only Glue will hold

***Chapter Eight***

I'm gonna make you bend and break,

Say your prayers, but let the good times roll,

Incase God doesn't show,

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy

Bella's POV:

I woke up in an unfamiliar room, I was about to scream when I had a strange feeling of familiarity. Like I had been here before, but I couldn't remember when. It was then my memory decided to rear its ugly head as I was assaulted by the events that lead me to be sat on an uncomfortable wooden chair in a cold damp room in nothing but my black underwear. I now knew why this place looked familiar; it was where those asshats dragged me last night, before I passed out... again. I took the time to take in my surroundings from what I could tell there were 2 possible entry/exit points. There was a steel door at the end of the room - which was really more the size of my school cafeteria - and a small window that I could probably squeeze through. I heard the bolts on the other side of the door being unlocked so I stored what I had learnt away in the back of my mind and prepared myself to deal with whatever was coming my way. The door finally opened - I'm tied to a Goddamn chair and they have about 60 different locks on the door because...? - and in came three of the bulkiest motherfuckers I had ever seen. Day-um, those boys were Hench! I took them in as they walked towards me, from what I could tell I could probably take them easily, I saw from their demeanours, what their weaknesses were.

"Ah, good, Isabella, you're awake. How do you feel?" The guy in the middle said. He had a thick Italian accent so I figured the passing assumption I'd had that these guys were mafia was right.

"Yeah, I'm awake and I feel like shit, what about you? How do you feel...?" I left a gap at the end so hopefully he'd fill it with a name.

"Oh! How rude of me, allow me to introduce myself, I am Alessandro, and this is Alfonso and Alfredo." He said as he motioned to the goons behind him, who looked like they were just brutes that blindly followed him. I knew I was in deep shit but I couldn't help it, I mean for fucks sake, Alfonso and Alfredo. I busted my ass laughing.

"Miss Swan, I don't know what you could find so humorous about your situation, care to enlighten me?" Alessandro sneered. Fuck it, he's gonna hurt me anyway, might as well dig myself a grave while I'm at it.

"Yeah, I was just wondering, who cursed your two Brutes back there with such God-awful names? I thought, Isabella was bad, but fuck no... I'd stick with my name over theirs any day." I said. The boys had a dark look in their eye so I guess it was probably their mom, cos everyone knows Italian boys are mamma's boys.

"Ugh, enough messing around, I don't have time for this. Here is what you are going to do Isabella, you are going to be released and you are going to go to your boss and drop this case. I don't care how you do it, just do it."

"Yeah? And what if I dont?"

"You will die and slow and painful death, so either way Craig Luchesse will be free. Your choice."

"Well I choose... over my dead body, you Italian prick!" I shouted at him. He looked at me menacingly and smirked.

"You'll see... you will change your mind. They always do..."

"Doubt it, I've always been told I'm too stubborn for my own good." Alessandro cackled and then motioned for Brute 1 and 2 to do whatever he had in mind. Not good...

They came over and I noticed that Brute 1 was holding what looked like a riding crop in his hands.

"This could hurt a bit honey." Brute 1 leered at me, before he cut the ropes and dragged me from the chair and smashed me face first against a wall where I felt my arms being chained above my head. I heard the whoosh of wind before I felt the sting of the crop against the skin of my back, I knew immediately he'd broken skin and it took all I had not to cry out in agony. They would not hear a peep from me; I would not give them the satisfaction.

Ten more hits with the crop later, I was holding onto my control by a thread that was slowly breaking, he stopped, I was unchained and then allowed to collapse in a heap on the cold, stone floor. I heard footsteps so I got up, against my body's protests and looked Alessandro in the eye.

"Ready to drop the case, yet?" He smirked. You fucking wish...

"Nah... After all of that research you did on me, you didn't find out about my S&M tendencies? That shit with the crop made me feel as happy as you look!" I smiled. He looked a bit put out and then grinned wickedly.

"Well then, if that is the case Alfonso here should make you orgasm." He said nodding at Brute 2, who had no qualms about lifting me with one hand and punching me with the other. He then dropped me and kicked the shit out of me, the last thing I felt before letting the blackness -that had been seeping in from the sides of my vision- take over was the steel toe cap of his boot break my rib.

When I awoke again I was still on the floor, they hadn't moved me, I was alone in the room and the sun shone through the small window creating a spotlight effect in the room. I felt around my body trying to assess all my injuries and figured it wasn't actually that bad. I reckoned that I had 2 broken ribs and 4 others which were severely bruised. My back killed and I could feel that the welts had stopped bleeding but I felt like shit because the blood had dried and crusted around them. My arms, legs and torso were simply scraped and bruised, but I think my wrist was sprained. I didn't even want to imagine what my face looked like. I could feel that my jaw was so not in the same place it was before last night and the left side of my face felt swollen - like allergic reaction swollen - and I couldn't open my left eye either. But, I didn't have the time to give a shit I needed to get the fuck out of here and figure a way back to the Cullen's house. Although, for all I knew I could be in a different state by now and I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious. I slowly dragged my sorry ass up off the floor and stood. I walked towards the window, it was about 9ft off the ground, which really sucked but then I saw the chains hanging from either side and knew what I could do. I took four steps back and silently apologised to my body for the pain it was about to endure, but I had to get out. So, with all the strength I had left I ran at the wall, jumped up to grab a chain and used it like a rope to climb up the window. When I reached it, I found out it was locked. I needed metal to pick the lock. I cursed and looked down at myself. My eye caught on my bra and silently thanked Wonderbra for making the bra I was wearing with underwire. It wasn't too hard to get the wire out as there was a little hole in the garment anyway. I set up the shape of the wire and put it into the keyhole, after a bit of moving it about and moulding it some more, I opened the window with a hard shove. Damn, ever heard of WD-40? My arms were aching like a bitch from holding myself up on the chain for so long but I knew it would only get worse when I lifted myself up to the ledge and out the window. No pain, no gain, right? I leaped from the chain and caught myself on the window ledge; it was easy to pull myself through. I stood on the window ledge outside and jumped down. Ow, ow, ow! Motherfucking, cocksucking, bastarding BITCH! I landed on the balls of my feet and looked around. I saw a sign on the building I had been trapped in moments ago and silently thanked God as I read: Washington State Storage Centre. Okay, so I was in Washington which was good, but fuck knows where. Oh joy! I scanned the area around me and realised that the 'mob' could come back at any time, so making a snap decision I ran into the forest that encircled the building. I needed cover and trees provided it.

I felt like I had been running forever when I decided it was safe to stop and slow down to a walk. I was in agonising pain as my feet led me in no specific direction and my lungs felt like they were ready to give up and die. As I walked I saw an archway that looked strangely familiar. No! It can't be... can it? I walked towards it trying not to get my hopes up and as I walked through my pain was suddenly non existent. I was looking at the waterfall that Jasper and I had shared our stories on top of. I nearly cried with relief. I was nearly home so I started in a run again. I sprinted to the other side and ran through the archway that had lead me to Jasper that night and didn't stop until I saw the glorious Cullen manor in front of me. I walked to the back door and knocked. There was no answer, I looked for the spare key that Esme had shown me, it wasn't there. 'Ah, fuck it, it's not like they can't afford to replace it' I thought before I gathered up all the energy I had left inside of me and kicked the door. It went flying inwards off of its hinges and I was met with 7 snarling vampires all ready to attack me. They recognised me after a split second and stopped, their jaws dropping. Hmm... You seem to invoke that reaction a lot lately... Peter was the first to regain his composure.

"Isobel?" He said. I smirked at him and tried to fight the blackness my mind was swirling in. I managed to move my lips and say something.

"Hey honey, I'm home." I said, before I passed out.

I've really got to stop doing that...

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