Edward POV
"They still haven't found any leads. They have no idea where she is." I heard a soft voice say. I didn't recognize it at first, but finally I realized it was Renee, Bella's mother.
"What?! But, but- they have to find her!" a chime like voice- Alice- said as she broke into sobs.
"Don't worry Renee, we'll find her." I heard my mom say. "And Alice, calm down honey, everything will be okay." I was surprised at the strength my mother's voice held.
"I hope Esme. I can't live without my babygirl. But- but what if we never find her?" Renee cried out.
"Don't talk or even think that way! We will get Bella back." My mom said. At the sound of Bella's name, I heard the beeps of the heart monitor speed up. It was quiet for a minute.
"Edward." I heard my Dad's calm voice. "Edward I know you're awake. C'mon now, open your eyes." He coaxed. I slowly cracked open my eyes to see a bright light, which caused me to immediately snap my eyes closed once more. I groaned. It was too bright. I didn't want to open my eyes. I was comfortable in the darkness.
"Edward?" I heard Alice's small voice say. She sounded so broken. I hated to hear her like that. I sighed, and once again slowly opened my eyes. Once I adjusted to the brightness, I looked around to see that almost everyone was there. My parents were standing above me on either side of my bed. Emmett was in the chair next to me with Rose sitting on the arm, and across the room Jasper sat in the other chair with Alice curled up in his chest. Renee stood against the wall with Charlie right next to her, one hand holding hers, the other on his radio. As I looked around I realized that on each of their faces I saw fear, worry, and pain. All the girls had tearstained cheeks and puffy red eyes.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice dry and raspy.
"Do you not remember anything?" My dad asked gently. I tried to think. Then immediately I remembered Bella kissing me on the cheek. Me laughing that I was going to win the bet. Watching him grab her and drag her away. Bella screaming. Him shoving her into a car. Me attacking him. Bella screaming. Him stabbing me. Falling to the ground, hitting my head. The car driving off. Bella screaming. Two men and a woman rushing towards me under umbrellas, trying to stop the blood. The flashing lights of an ambulance. Blackness.
"Bella." I said. It wasn't a question, it was an answer.
"Yes. Edward sweetie, she was kidnapped. We don't know where she is." My mother's words confirmed my worst fear.
"No!" I shouted as I sat up in my bed. An immense pain shot through my abdomen. I yelped and clutched my side, but I continued to try and stand. I had to get to Bella.
"Edward, stop!" my Dad shouted at me, grabbing my arm. I didn't care, I continued to fight. It took my dad, Emmett, and Charlie to finally restrain my desperate thrashing. Finally, I was forced back into my bed. Once they pushed me down, I gave up. The minute of my despair had really tired me out, and I groaned at my weakness. I then slowly took stock of everything that hurt. My head was throbbing and of course I had severe pain in my midsection. My ankle also hurt pretty badly, and every inch of me was sore. I groaned, and then looked at Charlie.
"When I was coming to I heard Renee say you had no leads?" I asked. He sighed.
"Edward, my teams and I have been working nonstop to find her. We even have the help of the Seattle Police Department. The problem is, is that we don't have anywhere to start. We don't even know who took her."
"What about the people who saved me? I remember two guys and a woman." Charlie shook his head.
"No, they have no idea. They just assumed you had been carjacked. But with your car still there and Bella missing, we realized what had happened." He said, and I nodded.
"How long have I been out?"
"Four days sweetie. It's Tuesday." My mom answered. I sighed, and reached up to run my hand through my hair like I always did. My mom called it my nervous tick. However, I found my head was wrapped up in gauze- I must've hit it pretty hard. So that was what the headache was from.
"Edward, I have to ask. Did you try and fight who took her?" My dad spoke. I looked at him and nodded. My dad shook his head.
"Yeah bo!" Emmett chuckled beside me. I smiled- it was Emmett who had taught me how to fight.
"How bad am I?" I asked my dad, seeing his discomfort when I said I fought.
"Well," he sighed, "You have seven stiches on the back of your head; you had a severe concussion and slipped into a slight coma. You suffered severe blood loss from being stabbed in the stomach, and it will be uncomfortable and difficult to eat for a while. We gave you 5 blood transfusions, but your body will still be extremely weak for a while from the trauma it experienced. Your ankle is also twisted, so you won't be able to put pressure on that for a few more days. Finally you just have severe bruising and a few cuts all over your body."
"Also, you have a wicked cool black eye!" Emmett said, holding up a mirror. I smiled- he was right. My reflection scared me at first, as I looked pretty tough with the black eye and the cut across my forehead. It wasn't my eye or the cut that scared me though; it was the look of emptiness inside my eyes. Like the only important thing in my life was gone. I stared back at my empty green eyes for a few more seconds before I couldn't bear to look any longer, and I shoved the mirror away. I sighed yet again, trying to stop the tears that really wanted to escape. Bella was gone. I squeezed my eyelids shut, but then a number popped into my head. My eyes flew open.
"Wait- Charlie- you said you have absolutely no leads?"
"None." He replied, saddened yet again by the fact.
"WX7 Y2Z4." I said, flashing a brilliant smile, as I silently praised my photographic memory.
"What? Edward what are you talking about?" My mom asked. She looked at my dad. "You don't think the head injury had any long term effects do you?" she whispered. I laughed.
"No mom I'm fine. That's the guy's license plate number. WX7 Y2Z4. He had a black Suzuki Forenza." I explained. Charlie smiled and quickly wrote down this new information.
"You actually remember so quickly? I thought you would be a bit foggy for a while because of the head injury. Well that is just great though, you're healing very rapidly." My dad smiled, as he grabbed the clipboard with my papers and began writing.
"Do- do you remember him?" Renee asked me quietly. I looked at her. She looked so broken, and the look in her eyes was the same one I saw in my own.
"Yeah. He was tall; I would guess around 6'2. He had really bright blue eyes and he had long blonde hair in a ponytail, and then some stubble. He was built too- bigger than me, but nowhere near Emmett's size. Then he was really tan, compared to everyone else in Forks." I said. The mood in the room shifted at this new information, and things became lighter because now at least there was hope. After that, everything became a blur. Charlie got an artist to come in to draw the man I described, and after about 2 hours the artist and I managed to pull together a sketch of his exact look alike. I was also interviewed by two private investigators who asked mainly about the small details of the kidnapping. Most of their questions I was easily able to answer, but I became so angered at the few that slipped my mind. My mom tried then to force feed me, but the thought of food made me sick and I couldn't hold anything down, so finally I ended up drinking a smoothie. It was 4 P.M. when I woke up from my coma, and by 9:45 I was already fighting my eyelids. I had to stay awake and help. I needed to get my Bella back.
"Edward." My dad said, gently touching my shoulder as I tried to listen to the conversation. "Edward you need to get some sleep." I looked up at him. He looked exhausted as well, as he, my mother, and Charlie had never left my side today.
"No I think you need to get some sleep." I jokingly said.
"I'll get sleep when you do." He smiled back at me.
"No Dad, I can't sleep. Not when I know she's not okay. I need to stay up and help."
"Edward you have helped so much today. But right now the way you can help most is by going to sleep so you can heal quicker. Now go to sleep or I will give you medication to make you sleep." He threatened. I sighed and rolled over onto my side- I knew he wasn't kidding. However, sleep evaded me- I was facing the windows staring at the moon. Bella loved the moon, and once she told me that whenever she felt lonely or missed anyone, she would just stare at the moon because it was one thing that could connect her to anyone anywhere. I then smiled and told her to look at the moon when she missed me, and I would do the same thing. I wasn't just looking at the moon now; I was looking at our moon. Bella was out there, and she was still breathing. I don't know how, but by looking at the moon I had a feeling in my gut that I was right. I had no idea how many miles were between us, but looking at the moon right then and there I had never felt closer to her. My mom then began rubbing soothing circles on my back and I realized my cheeks were damp with tears. I brushed them away, embarrassed because I never cried, but the tears kept falling. Finally I felt a tingling feeling throughout my body and I realized my dad had put sleep medication into my IV. I didn't care however, because it helped me fall quickly into a dreamless sleep.