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Thanks to my beta kakabel. Without you, reading this story would be difficult.

"Moral excellence comes about as a result of habit. We become just by doing just acts, temperate by doing temperate acts, brave by doing brave acts."

-Aristotle-

Chapter 15

"Phone Calls"

The blackness consumed me. It could have been minutes, hours, days, or even weeks since Mike and James took me from the music store. Hell, maybe they didn't take me. I had no sense of time, what so ever.

One thought held a constant presence: Hannah. Did she make it to Edward? Is she safe?

I knew I didn't have to worry about Edward, aside from the fact he was probably a mess if I was really kidnapped. He would be fine, along with everyone else. Maybe just slightly worried.

"Should we give her more?" I heard a voice ask as someone stroked my hair. I think it was James, but he didn't say anything when we were at the music store.

"No, it's time for sleeping beauty to wake up," Mike's voice sounded through the darkness. I tensed at the sound, trying, but failing to open my eyes. "Ah, she finally moves."

I figured out how to open my eyes, staring directly into the light overhead. I tore my eyes away, looking around the room. I recognized the pale blue paint from our-Mike and I-apartment in Seattle. Was he really that stupid?

"Good morning, sunshine," Mike smiled, stroking my cheek. Groaning in response, I tried to swat away his hand, but he just grabbed my hand. "Isabella, when did you get to be so vicious?"

"When you turned into a sick bastard," I slurred, still feeling drowsy from whatever the psycho gave me.

"Now, there's no need to call me names. I did everything with a purpose in mind. You just screwed up my plan," he mumbled combing his fingers through my hair. "But now, my dear, without Hannah and your precious Edward in the way, we can finally have the life I planned."

"You're digesting. Hannah was the best thing that ever happened in this damn relationship. Without her I would have left you long before now," I spat at him, starting to feel more awake.

"Whatever you say, Isabella. You need to get cleaned up. James, give her the outfit," Mike demanded. Why didn't he just snap his fingers while he's at it? The blonde from the music store walked in grinning from ear to ear. I snatched it from him, stalking toward the master bath.

I scrubbed every part of my body, twice. I just felt dirty.

How the hell did they get me out of the music store in the first place? I mean, someone should have stopped them. I was passed out, but no one did anything. Somebody had to have helped them, meaning there was a third person involved in this kidnapping.

I quickly dried myself off, taking a good look at my 'outfit'. A barely there black skirt with white ruffles under it, accompanying a low cut top; it too had ruffles along the breast line. Black thigh high stockings, with bows to attached to the garter belt. The kicker was the white apron. Of course, a slutty French maid costume. The shoes alone would kill me. Who the hell gives me 4 inch pumps to walk around in? Answer: Sick pigs.

Before leaving the bathroom, I threw my hair into a ponytail, not bothering to put on the headpiece. I felt degraded enough.

I walked into the kitchen with my head held high, trying to ignore the clinking from the heels.

"Oh, Bella, you look-" James mumbled pulling my hair out of the confines of the ponytail. "Unbelievable. Where's the headpiece, I do believe I left it for you?"

"James, watch yourself," Mike growled from the kitchen table. "She's mine."

James rolled his eyes, running his hands down the length of my hair.

"Now, Isabella, cook me lunch," Mike commanded.

The next week or so followed this routine, with the exception that my 'outfit' changed daily: a sailor, school girl, fairy, and their favorite, a bunny, which I had three different ones. The routine was the constant. I woke up, cooked, cleaned, cooked, cleaned some more, and then whatever they wanted from me. Touching was kept to a minimal. The occasional brush when someone walked by too closely was all. Mike did insist we sleep in the same bed, but I would never let him cuddle or get close. Even though not once did they intentionally touch me, someone was always there to watch me.

I stopped sleeping, the nightmares became too much. Waking up screaming just about every night didn't sit well with Mike. It was always the same dream; Edward was too late to save me. It truly freaked me out.

I looked at the clock, 2:34. As stealthily as possible, I snuck out of the bed, praying Mike was still a deep sleeper. I had tried this before, but James was awake, making his presence known when I tried to leave. I tried something different this time. Grabbing the phone off the carrier, I crept into the bathroom, trying my hardest not to make a sound. Dialing the number from instinct, I held my breath until he answered.

"Hello? Bella?" He answered frantically. I was in shock the phone even worked.

"Yes, it's Bella. I'm fine. Mike and James have me at the apartment," I whispered, straining my hearing for anything outside the bathroom.

"HOLY SHIT! ROSE, CALL THE POLICE!" Emmett's voice boomed through the phone. I held the phone away, cursing Emmett for being such a loud mouth. He probably woke up Mike.

"Em, I don't have much time, but I love you and Rose. Tell Hannah how much I miss her. And tell Edward he'll always be my better half," I whispered and for the first time, I let the tears that haven't made an appearance in a week, finally surface.

"Bella, stop this. You are not saying goodbye." My heart tightened and the tears flowed more easily, as Edward spoke in a demanding voice. "You will come back to Hannah. She needs you. I need you, love."

"Bad move, Bella," James whispered into my ear. I felt him press a gun to my temple. I shuddered as he pushed harder and wrapped his arm around my neck.

"Bella, love, are you still there?" Edward questioned in a panicked voice.

"Tell him you love him, Isabella. This could be the last time," Mike's voice cooed from somewhere in the bathroom.

"I have to go. I love you so much," I said with so much emotion, Edward gasped lightly.

"God, I love you. I know they're there. Be strong, sweetheart," he said sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

James snatched the phone from me, throwing it with force, at the wall. Mike laughed at it shattered.

In the distance, I heard the sirens coming closer. I repressed a sigh. Maybe I was finally getting out of this.

"Let's move," Mike commanded, already a fast pace, exiting the bathroom. James pushed me along, still shoving the gun into the side of my head. Mike was all but running toward the front of the building, but stopped once he looked out the window beside the door.

The police were outside the building, guns drawn and pointing at the front door. Mike stuttered to stand behind us, knowing the police wouldn't shoot if I was in the way. James yanked me hard to a stop.

'Other way, damn, I didn't think they'd get here that fast," Mike complained quickly turning around. We followed him through a door, which opened to a dark hallway. Mike pulled out a cell phone, speaking frantically to someone.

"Victoria and Laurent are ready. They're waiting with a car in the parking lot. They say the cops have the place surrounded, but they have a plan to get us through," Mike muttered, but it still echoed in the empty corridor.

We walked to what had to be the parking lot. Not like I was ever there when I lived here, because Mike always made me walk everywhere. A car whipped in front of us once we walked through the doors. The trunk popped open, and James all but threw me in. I hit my head hard and I felt the skin break apart and the warm blood ooze out of the wound down my face. Almost instantly I felt dizzy. The trunk slammed closed, furthering my headache.

"Be good, Isabella," I heard Mike say once the trunk closed.

The car launched forward, causing me to slam against the back of the car. Then suddenly, the car came to a screeching halt. I strained to listen.

"Sorry, sir, but no one leaves the building," someone said. It had to be an officer. It sounded remarkably like Officer Uley.

"But my wife just went into labor. I have to get there," an unfamiliar voice responded. It must have been this Laurent person. "I'll do anything, please, I have to be there," he begged.

I raised my hand to the top of the trunk, hitting it with as much force as possible. I could feel the cracks in my knuckles, but I could care less.

"What was that?" The officer asked quickly. Please, just check the damn trunk, I prayed.

"I didn't hear anything, please. My wife needs me," he said again.

I hit the trunk again, but a hand covered my mouth as the top of a knife cut from my collarbone to my belly button. I bit down hard on the hand covering my mouth to keep from screaming, which would further my punishment. I tasted the blood from the hand making me regret my decision. A sharp intake of breath alerted me that my bite didn't feel so good.

"Fine, just go," the officer said. WHAT THE HELL? I thought. And with that we were off.

"I told you to be good, Isabella," Mike snarled at me pulling me from the trunk through the backseat. He cradled me to his chest, pressing a towel down my front to stop the bleeding. I tried not to cringe; it would just upset him more.

"Stop comforting her. The bitch bit me," James roared, slapping my face.

"I'm paying you, back off," Mike yelled, hugging me closer. James chuckled, taking the bloody knife from Mike, digging it deep into the side of my arm. I screamed from the pain, but Mike remained quiet, almost like he was scared of James.

"You might be paying me, but I'm calling the shots," James said calmly. He wiped the line of blood from my arm with one of his fingers. The staring at me with those cold blue eyes, he brought his bloody finger to his lips, licking all the blood off slowly. The bile rose up into my throat, threatening to come.

"We're here," Laurent announced. Looking out the window, I noticed a warehouse. Oh, how original?

"I need to have a chat with Isabella," Mike said pushing me into the empty seat. James rolled his eyes, but got out with no comment.

Mike waited until James was in the building to turn to me.

"Listen, Bella, I made a huge mistake when I told James about you. I'm in a bottomless pit now, I can't get out. I didn't want it to go this far, but James fueled the fire. He analyzed everything you did and made it seem so evil and wrong. All I wanted to do was talk to you. Here, call Edward, were in Warehouse B, in the factory district. Make sure he doesn't call the police yet," Mike said handing me a phone. I gave him a confused look. "Take the damn phone, please." He shoved the phone at me again. I took it without thinking.

"Bella! Is that you?" Edward's voice raced through.

"No police, warehouse B in the factory district. Please, hurry. I need you," I wheezed through as the blood started to really get to me.

"I'm coming, love," Edward replied softly.

"Please, Edward, please I need you," I cried.

"I'll be there, sweetheart. I love you," he mumbled. I heard things being thrown around in the background, Edward hysterically telling Emmett to drive.

"I love you, please-" I started sobbing, finally letting myself feel. Scared of the situation, desperate to get away, pain from the cuts, longing to be in Edward's arms, and the feeling of utter helplessness. I missed my Hannah, Edward, Emmett, Rose, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, Renee, and Charlie. I just wanted out. I needed them all. Especially Hannah and Edward. They're my everything. "It hurts," I cried.

"I'm so sorry, love. Just hold on," Edward cried with me.

"He's helping us, Edward. Mike is," I said trying to drag out the conversation. Hearing Edward somehow helped me.

"I'm still kicking his ass."

I actually chuckled.

"Bella, we have to go inside," Mike said softly.

"Edward, I have to go. Please hurry, I love you, handsome," I whispered.

"We're coming as fast as possible. I love you too, beautiful," Edward said. With a heavy heart, I gently closed the phone.

Mike helped me out of the car, leading me to the door, keeping his arm around my waist because I continued to stumble.

"Have a nice chat with Edward?" James said once we walked through the door. "I'm not stupid, Mike. I knew you didn't have the guts to go through this. But not to worry, I'll finish the job."

He pulled out the gun, just as Mike pushed me to the ground. What happened to the slow motion? This was going in hyper speed.

Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot ringing around me.

I know I said Wednesday or Thursday, but I got into an car accident. Everyone invovled was fine, but my car is not... :(

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