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-Chapter 8-

Edward's POV

I felt myself being dragged roughly against a hard, cold and wet groud. My eyes were closed but I managed to pry them open into the tiniest of slits. My vision was spotty in some areas but I could see the back of the limo and a huge man getting inside of it.

And then I gasped. Loud and choky. I coughed over and over for a good minute until a frantic voice started to call out my name unexpectedly.

"Edward?" The voice was shaky and quiet.

I couldn't move, roll over or even make a sound. I felt my fingers twitch but it was more of a numb feeling. My whole body was numb, but I could feel the tips of my toes and hands tingle the slightest bit. Then, the feeling was replaced by excrutiating pain. Pain so bad you'd wish you were dead. I wanted to scream, yell, shriek, cry, but I couldn't. It was as if I was silenced for all eternity.

"Edward, please wake up." The voice begged. I felt a warm hand touch my left should in an attempt to shake me. But they shyed away, and I wished so bad that they didn't.

"It's your sister, Ali." Alice? How... how can this be Alice? How did she know I was here? "Edward, please!" She cried, on the verge of tears.

I had to try and communicate. But, I didn't realize I would stutter so much.

"Al-l-ice..." I stammered, my voice sounding so rasp that you'd think someone had scraped my throat over and over again in attempt to tear out my voice box.

"Edward! Oh god, Edward. The police are coming, don't worry, Ed. Don't worry," I felt a little relief at the sound of her voice and the fact that the police were coming. Because then when they come here, I could give them the tips and possibly bring Bella back without a single hair on her head touched by a filthy man whore.

As if on cue, there were sirens far out in the distance and then with each passing second, they became more and more louder. Alice kept reassuring me that everything will be alright and that everything will be dealt with. That we don't have to worry about anything and that I will be okay and this situation will get better.

Then there was a sudden reminder that slapped me across the face.

It has been two days since the payphone guy asked me to get that ballistic knife. I had until tomorrow to get it, or else something will happen - I don't know what, but I just know that it will.

And what time was it?

"Al-li!" I cried, she came rushing to my side as the paramedics told her to move away.

"No!" She protested, and they let her be.

"T-t-im-me?" I asked her, trying my best to pronounciate so she doesn't confuse it with a different word.

"Eleven thirty two," She said.

My felt my heart rate accelerate as I realized I didn't have much time left. I don't really know what this guy was capable of, which frightened me all the more. He's - for all I know - a serial killer or possibly a sick, masochistic rapist. I don't know, but he was manipulative. And this was all just twisted.

Jasper: my good friend and lent me ten thousand dollars worked at a whore house. He even knew that Bella was there even before I told him she went missing. He played me like a fucking violin!

Payphone guy: I don't even know who the hell this psychotic person is! He's a fucking mental, I swear on it! I am not even hinted on who he is or where he is located. I just know that he knows who I am, where I am, what my situation is and what the hell he wants from me.

Bella: Just taken away from me, I was so close. And then I got shot by that muscled man. She could be pleasuring some walking STD guy without even knowing that she will have one herself. She could be currently abused my her client or her pimp or whoever the hell would do that to her!

I was only thinking about the worse case scenerios when suddenly an oxygen mask covered my mouth and nose and completely controleld my air intake. I hadn't realized Alice was talking me through everything and was holding my hand while the paramedics lifted me up onto the gurney and strapped me in.

I looked around dazed as one of the medics held up a silver syringe and stuck it in my arm. I stared at him wide-eyed as I realized that the syringe was for a sleeping effect and as it came closer and closer to my arm, it pinched my skin and the liquid was inserted into my limb and I closed my eyes, waiting for the darkness to once again, cloud my messy mind.

Alice's POV

I dabbed my eyes with my purple and white handkerchief as I watch my only sibling being taken away in the ambulance.

I was dismissed to go back home but I refused. As stubborn and persistant as I was, one of the police officers gave in with a loud, annoyed sigh and let me ride in his police cruiser to the hospital. The entire ride was quiet despite my little hiccups from crying. The officer didn't ask me any questions, seeing me in my current state, and kept quiet the entire ride while following the illuminated ambulance.

As we arrived at Fork's only hospital, he pulled up right next to the Emergency Room and I flew out of that cruiser faster than me running towards a 75% off sale on shoes! I ran, just kept running until I saw my brother still strapped in the yellow gurney being run down the narrow hallways and I chased after them. I was then abruptly stopped by a doctor who held up a hand, signalling for me to halt.

"You don't understand! That's my brother!" I wailed, pointing to the very boyish male being changed into those ugly patient outfits that made your butt hang out at the back.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but in his current condition, we do not want any corruption that will cause high blood pressure or stress the patient. You will have to be patient, as well." He gave me one of the most careless looks in the world. It was like he didn't even care that my brother was bleeding out and he could die at any moment! He only cared about making his money. I hated him already.

"My apologies, Dr..." I took a look at his name tag and nearly laughed my head off. "Pillow. How long do I have to wait?" I spat at him sarcastically.

He looked at me disapprovingly and gave me a cold, hard look. w "Eight hours. The surgery to remove this bullet is a long process. I suggest you get some rest while we get your brother ready for the operation." My heart dropped at his words. My brother needed a surgery to remove the bullet? What if he dies?

"What if he dies?" I suddenly felt weak and defensless as my voice cracked at the last word.

Dr Pillow shook his head and looked at me with sad eyes, showing a little bit of sympathy and pitty. But I didn't want his sympathy or his bloody pitty! I just wanted my brother back safe and healthy. I didn't care! I just needed him here!

"Miss Cullen, your brother is in good hands. He will be just fine, in there are some of the finest doctors this state can have." He gestured into the little white room that I have never really seen before. Actually, we have never been here before. Not in this hospital, no. Edward and I were both born out of state near Idaho and we moved to Forks to get away and just live in a quiet city where the sunlight barely touches the floor. We moved here when I was a year old and Edward was a mere two years old. Oh the good old days...

I gasped suddenly at the scenery that unravelled before my eyes. A blond, handsome doctor with the prettiest blue coloured eyes I have ever seen. He was so gracefully and delicate when it came to my brother's care. He smiled down at him, like he was acknowledging a son for doing a job well done after they won the soccer game. Somehow, he reminded me of someone that I used to know, but couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I tried to remember all the male role models I had while growing up. I never really had a father because mom never let us meet him. I've always wondered what he would be like. If he was a lawyer, accountant or engineer. My mind will come up with the craziest scenerios for why mom would never let us see our biological father. In some cases, I think she was hiding the fact that she might have cheated on him with someone else and if we look at him, we'd realize there is no resemblance between neither Edward, I or our dad.

But I know that could not have been true. My mother, Esme, died a couple of years ago, was the best mother any child could ever ask for. Supportive, caring, loving, compassionate and very beautiful. It was as if she was a model and never had children.

I shook away the thought as I realized my eyes were dwelling up with tears just thinking about my mother. I crossed my arms to reinforce defense mechanism and stared through the door towards Edward's nursing bed.

"Alice!" I heard a familiar male voice call out to me from the end of the hallway. I pried my eyes away from the room to look up into the face of Bella's father.

"Charlie," I greeted him a little sadly.

"How's Edward?" He asked me.

"They are preparing him for an emergency surgery to remove the bullet in his abdomen." I explained, my eyes started to sting with tears.

Charlie pulled me into an awkward hug and smiled at me heartedly.

"Edward will surely be fine." I shrugged at his words, not feeling any better.

A long, quiet pause was in the air before Charlie started to talk again.

"We have a lead in the case of my daughter's disappearance," He explained to me with a hint of happiness trailing his voice.

I felt a smile creep on my face. "Really?"

"Yes. There was a girl running out of a very run down hotel across the street where the location of Edward's incident happened. Her name is Lily and told us exactly what happened." Charlie said, not giving much detail.

"What was she doing there?" I asked out of curiosity.

Charlie let out a low sigh and looked away awkwardly. "That hotel is a whorehouse, Alice,"

My eyes widened slightly and I felt my lips part in shock. Holy crap! A whorehouse?

"You mean... she's, erm, like a prostitute?" I stuttered.

"Most likely. She was a little shaken when she came running out to the scene of the crime but eventually she broke down and told us. Turns out, Bella was there." Charlie said angrily through his teeth.

I couldn't imagine how angry Charlie would be, knowing that his daughter was inside a whorehouse doing who knows what! He must still feel really angry and the rage was starting to show in his features. His eyes were dark and hard. His facial expression: a frown with a disgusted look. His fists clenching and unclenching over and over. I felt the same way.

"Did Lily say anything else?" I asked.

Charlie rubbed the back of his head and his other hand was now holding his gun belt tightly. Suddenly, his frown became more pronounced in his features and I swear he was about to lose it.

"Bella's about to have her innocence taken away."