BPOV

I wake up with an ice pack between dickhead and I. It looks like he is sleeping so I get dressed, being sure not to wake him up and open the door.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?" His voice is cold.

Damn it!

"Home," I turn around and look at him.

"No, you are not," He sits up and comes over then slams the door closed.

When I try to open it dickhead grabs my arm and throws me to the bed.

"You are not leaving here, Bella. Ever. So why don't you just get that through your think skull right now," He growls out.

I slap him hard against his cheek only to earn a hard pinch to my thigh but he doesn't let me go. Holding in a scream I know there are tears forming in my eyes and I try to get him off of me. Now all I want to do is curl up into a ball and cry... Die mostly I suppose. When he lets me go he rubs it softly, trying to sooth it I think... Once again I try to push him off me but it doesn't work and he pins my hands above me head. My heart speeds up and I struggle to get out of his grip and he chuckles.

" I'm not going to do anything... Yet," He smirks and gets off of me. "Go shower and go down to the kitchen when you get out," He pulls me up off the bed and waits for me to go in the bathroom so I do and lock the door.

Fucker!

Turning around I am stunned by the bathroom... I don't know why though. Well I know why, but its not like I would want any of this. I like mine. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I LOVE IT!I see clothes on the counter of the sink so I go look at them. Theres a long sleeved shirt that is green and a pair of dark jeans under them with a bra and a pair of panties. I look around for the towels and find them in the second closet next to the sink.

I take a hot shower, letting the water relax me some.

After I get out and get dressed I brush my teeth then walk around the house and look around in the rooms.

"Need help finding the kitchen?" A voice says from behind me and I turn around.

I glare at him and cross my arms.

"You look like shit," He tells me.

"Gee wonder why," I say sarcastically.

"Well come on then," He says and starts walking down the stairs.

When he notices that I'm not following him he turns around and faces me.

"You need to eat," He tells me. "And I'm pretty sure you are hungry."

Well he wasn't wrong... I am very much hungry right now, but I'd still rather leave this fucking place and go home to eat.

"Do I have to carry you?"

I huff and start following him down to the kitchen. As we get closer I can smell bacon coming from the kitchen and after a minute we are in the dinning room.

"Have a nice shower?" Dick head asks.

"Would it matter?"

"Yes."

"Says the one who likes to kidnap people and slap them around when they don't put a fucking t-shirt on."

"Thank you, Jasper, you can leave now."

Jasper doesn't;t say anything but I hear his footsteps going away and I cross my arms.

"Hope you are hungry,"He says to me.

I say nothing.

"This could go a lot better if you would talk."

"This could go alo better if I was home!" I yell.

He chuckles. "You're cute when you get angry... You almost look like an angry kitten."

"Go to hell."

"It's not that cold out yet."

I start leaveing the dinning room but he grabs my arm and yanks me to his chest.

"Your food will be getting cold soon so I suggest you eat it... Or do I have to force feed you?"

When I try to push him away he only grabs my arm even tighter. I gasp in pain.

"You. Will. Eat." He says.

I say nothing as the pain intensifies and I can feel tears forming. Carlisle smiles and lets me go then pulls me to the table and sits me down.

"Eat," He says and sits down.

I pretty much glare at my food but take a bite.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated! Review!