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"What do you want to eat, baby?" I ask. She loos around the kitchen, her eyes landing on something behind me as a grin spreads across her lips. I follow her gaze and laugh. Her eyes are trained on her birthday cake. I shake my head and tell her she needs to wait for mummy and daddy to have cake. She pouts but tells me a sandwich is 'yummy'.

She sits in her chair and eats her sandwich quietly for a while. I cant help but keep my eyes on the clock, frowning. Why haven't I heard from my son yet? He said he would call me. Just as that thought fills my head, the phone rings.

Edward, save me?

I knew James was a psycho. What has he done to me? How long have I been passed out for? What did he even give me? That bastard spiked my drink. I cant believe he would do something like that. To me of all people. I thought he was serious about being my friend, I guess I was wrong. I should have listened to my family when they said he was no good. God, why am I so stupid?

I felt the fear rising when no-one came in the room for about ten minutes. I panicked that James had gone out and left me, or ran away. There was little light in the room, making it all the more scary. No sound, except from my breathing was heard. To be honest, this has to be the scariest situation I have ever been in, other than giving birth on my bath room floor, of course. Well, this is defiantly in my top five.

My head's thumping painfully, making me really worry about what he put in my drink. I can hardly remember anything after I knock on his door. I know I had a glass of water and I looked at a photo, but that's it really. What has he done to me?

I open my eyes again and realise he had tied me to a wooden chair in the centre of a tiny room. I turn my head, looking for anything that could help me when I hear a groan from behind me. I yelp making the groan cut off and a scream sound. Hearing he scream, I scream myself.

I stop screaming and turn my head slowly, trying to see behind me. My eyes land on the back of someone's head, fire red curls flow at all different lengths

"Hello." I timidly whisper. The head turns and the hair is replaced with the right side of a pale face. A huge black bruise dominates her cheek bone and eye, a cut flows through the middle, crusted with dried blood. I gasp and feel the tear pool in my eyes. Poor woman.

"Who are you?" She whispers back. I can hear the fear in her groggy voice. A tear slips down my cheek.

"I'm Bella Cullen. And you?" I ask.

"I'm Victoria Thompson, James' wife." I frown. He's never told me he's married. Suddenly, the picture comes back to me.

"The woman in the photo." I mutter to myself.

Light floods into the room as the door opens. We both look over to the door to see James stood there smirking at us.

"Ahh, Bella. I see you have met my wife." He saunters over to us and spins my chair around, making me face Victoria front on. I gasp and more tears fall. if I thought her right side was bad, her left side is worse. It looks like someone has smashed the whole side of her face through a window. Cuts spread everywhere and her eye is so swollen, she can't open it.

I scan my eyes over her and she looks terrible. Her eye wells up and tears spill out of her good eye.

"I am so sorry." I mumble before I can stop myself. She looks so sad. Her eyes aren't as bright as they were in the picture. James has killed her inside. My blood began to boil. Who the hell would do this? Who could possible do something like this and still feel human after.

"You sick fuck." I scream, glaring at James. He smirks and stands behind me, putting his hands on my hair and running his fingers through it. I shudder in disgust. He stops with a pat to my head and leaves the room. My eyes follow his movements, but snap to the woman in front of me as soon as he is no longer in sight.

What happened?" I choked out. She sighed and looked down. Shaking her head, she silently asks me to drop it and concentrate on getting away from here. I nod and look around the room behind her, the same as she does behind me.

I give up searching when I can find nothing. James had thought this through, he knows what he's doing and he loves every second of it. Why did I have to agree to be his friend? Why did I have to come here, of all places? Why couldn't I give my husband another baby?

"How do you know James?" A small voice asks. I look back up at Victoria, tears in my eyes.

"I work at the school." I shrug, really wishing I had chosen a different career option right now. She nods and looks around the room again.

Will Edward come looking for me? Does he know where I am? Does he want to come and find me? Is he still at home with Emily? Is my baby missing me? So many thought running through my mind, making tear build. I just want my baby and my husband, hell, I want my who family with me right now.

"I met James when we were four. Our parents were best friends in school and my other moved back into town." I smiled slightly, probably remembering the good times. "Me and James were best friends for as long as I could ever remember. He would always be there for me. I loved it. The attention. He made me feel wanted." she looked up, her eyes begging me to understand. I was confused. What did she want me to understand?

"When we were sixteen, we had our first times together. We started dating soon after and were married by the time we were eighteen. I was so happy. We were happy." She sighs, more tears building. "I fell pregnant last year, but I was too young to be a mother, you know?" She asks. I understand now why she wanted me to understand. "I got rid of the baby. James didn't even know about it until the hospital rang and asked me to come for a check up.

"He flipped out. I went to the check up, but when I came home, he flipped. I had only ever seen him like that once and that was when some guy tried to rape me. James put him in hospital. I was so scared. He hasn't been my James since. He hits me. He hurts me." She stops, sobs shaking her whole body. I wanted to get up and pull her into my arms, offer her the comfort she so badly needs.

Does being a father mean that much to James? Will he really hurt the ones he loves to be a father? Surely, he realises he cant be a dad, if he hurts everyone else. I cant even begin to imagine a poor child being brought into the world by James, if he does this to someone he loves.

"I was so scared when I found out I was pregnant." I started. She had told me so much, why shouldn't I share something with her? "I didn't tell anyone I was pregnant." Her good eyes bulged out at this.

"What do you mean?" She inquired. I smirked, remembering everything.

"Nobody knew I was pregnant. At all." Her eye widened to the size of a saucer.

"What happened?" She asked, like this was a fairy tale.

"I got in from school one day and went to take a shower, thinking I had wet myself. Turns out, my water had broke. The labour started and I fell to the bathroom floor. My dad was at work and didn't come home for a few hours."

I stopped ad judged her reaction. Her face was filled with wonder and disbelief. I smiled, preparing for the rest of my story.

"He came home and I tried so hard to stay quiet, but the pains were getting worse and I screamed. He broke the door down and found me, on the floor, in labour. He called an ambulance and I gave birth on the way to the hospital." She looked momentarily stunned, then snapped out of it.

"You said you got home from school, don't you mean work?" She asks. I shake my head.

"I was fifteen." Her mouth dropped, before she shut it again.

"Are you serious?" I nod.

"It's actually her second birthday today." I whisper, feeling the tear come again.

"Your seventeen?" She asks. I shake my head.

"Eighteen."

I let her take all of that in. saying it out loud, I realise how ad it all sounds. I must sound like a slut to her, or some desperate little girl that opened her legs to the first guy willing.

"Who's her father, if you don't mind me asking." I shake my head with a smile.

"Not at all. He's actually my husband." I add, hoping she wouldn't think bad of me. I don't know why, but I feel the need to prove myself to this beautiful woman. "His name's Edward Cullen and he is the best father in the world. I love him so much." She smiles.

"You said it's your daughter birthday, why aren't you there?" She asks. The smile leaves my face and I feel the tears for the hundredth time today.

"Me and Edward had a huge fight. He wants another baby and I said I did, but I told him that I don't. its complicated. Anyway, he told me to leave and for some reason I came here. I just want to be with them so much."

We sat in silence for a while, waiting for James to come back. The silence wasn't awkward, it was comfortable. I felt like I had always known Victoria and she had always known me. I didn't feel the need to get away from here, but I wanted too. If I had the choice, I would take Victoria with me and she could come live with us all at the Cullen household.

Both of out head snapped towards the door when a loud bang sounded in the other room. I felt the panic come back and fear make my heart thump. I flashed my eyes over to Victoria and I don't think I have ever seen someone so scared. I made it my job to get her out of here and away from James, even if it means I get hurt.

More loud bangs sounds and she whimpers. The tear fall down both of our cheeks and I look back to the door. A dark figure stands in the door way and my heart stops.

Sorry about the late update. I know it's not one of my bests but I am trying so hard to work through my writers block. Please review and give me the inspiration I need to make my chapters better.

Thanks for reading.

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