Welcome to chapter 6! Recently, I have noticed that I have been far too busy to handle all these stories. No, I will not give up on them. But I really have get my priorities straight. I'll update, as always, when I find the time! Oh, and a big thanks to those who have reviewed me and put me on their alerts/favourites list. It means a lot knowing I'm not writing just for myself.

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-Chapter 6-

Edward's POV

I woke up in a very strange room. It wasn't a hospital at all, like I was expecting to wake up to. The room was dimly lit by a small lantern in the corner of the room. There was a ratty old bed that I was laying on with an afghan. Then I realized that I wasn't the only one on the bed. There was also a frail woman laying next to me, sleeping, with a hand on my head.

I quickly got up, accidentally shaking the bed too much and waking her up. Our eyes met for a slight second and then hers widened.

"Edward?!" She gasped in shock. "You're awake! You're alive!"

I mumbled something unintelligeable. I then tried to grasp the scenery before me. This was Bella. Isabella Swan. My best friend and so-called 'Missing'.

"I would say the same for you. Bella, what happened?" I asked her, too afraid to touch her just in case this was all just some sick joke and she would vanish into a pile of ashes in front of me.

"Your car tumbled down a hill and I tucked and rolled out of the car I was in and ran after you. I knew it was you, Edward. I knew it was you the entire time. I just couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it... then... then I realized that you were bleeding. You were injured," I cut her off as I realized her eyes were rimmed red with unshed tears and her voice was now shaking as well as her entire frame.

I then took her vigourously into my desperate arms and held her tightly, sighing in relief that she wasn't going anywhere. That this was the real deal. This was Isabella. She wasn't going to leave. This is real... this is real.

"Shh. Bella, I'm fine. It's okay. My head just hurts," A hand flew to the gauz that wrapped around my head. The memory of the car accident flooded my mind. I couldn't even care how she got away from this man or where the hell my car is or the fact that someone could find it and report it or whatever and I'll end up being one of Fork's Missing People tomorrow morning. I couldn't care less. I had Bella. I had found her. And here she was, safely tucked into my arms.

"I know. I had to tend you because Boss wouldn't let me take you to the hospital." Then I froze. Right there, my grip loosened around her. "Ed... Edward?" She shook my slightly, staring intently to my eyes for contact.

"Who's Boss?" I asked, straining my voice a little bit.

Her hand flew to my mouth. "Don't say his name," She whispered. "Only I can. You'll get in trouble if you do."

"In trouble? Bella I-" Her hand slapped over my mouth even tighter than before.

"Shh! You can't speak. We'll get caught." Her eyes averted to the camera with a red light on staring in our direction.

We were being watched.

"What the hell is going on? Who is this guy?" That was then that I noticed the huge bruise on the left side of her face. That's where he must have slapped her. It was dark purple and a little swollen. It looks like she could use a little tending to, as well.

"Edward. We're not safe." Her voice cracked at the last word.

"Where are we?" I looked around, looking for a window. No window in sight.

"We're in a room in his house." Bella mumbled, her hands trembling as they softly swept over my cheek.

"What's going on?" I asked her, taking hold of her fidgety hands. She looked down, away from me. Her right cheek flushed red and I'm sure her left would have too, if it weren't for that bruise.

I'm going to fucking kill this guy.

"This..." She started but was unable to go on.

"This is what? Bella, I need to understand where we are. Maybe we can get out of here!" I told her.

She shook her head with a sly smile on her face like she knew more than I did. She then laughed, tiredly.

"What is this place?" I frowned at her.

She kept laughing and I had to grab her by her shoulders and shake her out of whatever was going on in her mind... did he slip her a pill or something?

"We're in his..." She chuckled, insanely. She was starting to freak me out. "We can't get out of here," She laughed, throwing her head back.

"Where are we? Bella!" I nearly yelled.

She then snapped out of it and stared at me, hard. Both her hands were on my face, holding me head directly in front of hers and she looked at me with such intensity that I thought I was going to melt in her hands.

"We are in his whorehouse," She spat in my face.

My eyes widened at her words. She... she was being a sex slave? No. No, this isn't right. Ha ha ha. This is some crazy dream! Bella can't be some prostitute. No, no no. She isn't like that. That's not Bella. She's a fake. She's lying to me.

"You're lying to me," I laughed, enjoying the joke.

"No I'm not," She frowned at me. It was her turn to be sane and my turn to be insane.

"Oh this is some hilarious joke! We are on a game show, aren't we? Like Prank stars or something? This is funny! Oh Bella, you're so silly. You got me! You got me..." My sides began to hurt and I looked at Bella's face as she stared beyond me; behind me. With her eyes widened and her mouth gaping and a huge look of horror was on her face.

"Oh what?" I laughed at her scared expression.

She shook her head ever so slowly and nodded her chin upward, as if to tell me to look behind me. And I did.

I was shocked at who I saw standing in the door way.

This is a huge joke.

A big, sick joke.

This can't be real. No way in fucking hell is this real. This is just messed up; a huge prank.

"You have got to be kidding me." I was frowning furiously and my hands clenched and unclenched.

"Edward, don't get Boss upset! Please don't!" I turned to her, to see her rubbing the bruise on her cheek.

I got up and stood right in front of the man I knew all too well. I was really surprised he was here and that Bella addressed him as 'Boss'. I wouldn't have guessed in a million years that the kidnapper of my best friend, the pimp of this whorehouse, the abuser, the fucking mental bastard who was behind all this was none other than:

Jasper Whitlock.

"You have to be shitting me," I sneered.

Jasper slowly but very dramatically walked closer to us, the heels of his biker boots were clinking with every step that he took making his presence even more ominous and creepy. My guard was up and everything was really confusing.

Was he the man that talked to me on the payphone?

"Edward," Jasper greeted me with a sinful grin.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I stood up, towering over the golden haired man.

I felt a slight tug at my elbow and realized Bella was whispering in my ear.

"Are you friends with this man?" She murmured, low enough for only the two of us to hear.

"No whispering!" Jasper dodged to my left side and smacked Bella upside the head. I then went into quick action and shoved Jasper away from Bella. My face was red hot with fury and my fists were in tight, white knuckles.

"I'm sorry," Bella looked down.

My eyes shot and stared down at Jasper. "What the fuck are you doing?" I said in disbelief. My own good friend hurting my best friend? This world is really fucked up.

"You actually know this bitch?" Jasper nodded to the shaking Bella.

"Fuck you, Jasper! You kidnapped her and kept her from me! So you're the guy from the payphone?" I stared at him incredulously.

"Payphone? Man, what the fuck are you talking about?" Jasper looked at me as if I were some mental freak.

"Don't you fucking lie to me," I jabbed a finger at him. I could hear Bella whine a little at my hostile reaction.

"I know nothing about a payphone," Jasper waved the subject off.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him, afraid of knowing the answer.

"Came in to check on the little slut," He nodded his head toward Bella, who immediately hung her head in shame.

"Bella is not a slut!" I growled as I shoved Jasper to the ground. He was quick and pushed me back, laughing at my weak and failed attempt.

"You made a bad mistake," Jasper sneered, leaving the room in a rush.

I looked back at Bella and stared at her in disbelief. I didn't know what to do next. The only thing I could actually think of doing is escaping. We needed to find a good way out of here.

"Edward," Bella's voice was muffled and quiet.

"What?" I looked at her, my tone coming out sharper than I wanted it to.

"I-I'm sorry," She apologized, staring down at her hands. It was then that I noticed all the scraped up and down her fore arm and the bloody and bruised knuckles.

"For what?" I asked, confused. She had nothing to apologize for.

"I didn't tell you that-that I was going to Jessica's party. I should've. And the one time I didn't say anything; this happens!" She looks up, her arms raising in exasperation. "I didn't want to tell you because I was only going to stop by for a few minutes before walking over to your house. I didn't think anything of it," She shrugged her sad eyes suddenly looked up into my dull green ones.

"You don't need to apologize, Bells," I reasoned, laying an understanding hand on her bony shoulder.

"Yes I do! This is all my fault. And look where you are now! This is all because of me," She then broke down into a fit of sobs. It was so sad to see her like that. Crying and breaking down right in front of me.

"Tell me exactly what happened. I need to know," I got up. I started to pace the small length of the room.

"I-I don't know if I can," Bella was suddenly shy and scared again.

"You can tell me anything. That's the way it's always been," I tried to tell her, but she shook her head and sat silently.

"Just... just tell me when you're ready," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose; a habit I have picked up from my father. We would do that in stressful or frustrating situations. It just somewhat helps.

Just then, the door of the small, cramped room opened up and a tall, bulky man came through the door looking at no one else but Bella. He came forward and crossed his arms and with a strange look across his face...

"You're next," He scrutinized Bella, grabbing her by her wrist.

With one last pleading look at Bella, she looked at me apologetically and was dragged away.

Her innocence is about to be taken away...

Not if I can help it.