Bella POV
I was kidnapped. It really happened. Just thinking it was crazy. I've always heard of people being kidnapped. I just never thought it would be me. I mean, I come from such a small town where everyone knows everyone. My father was a police chief. I never thought this was possible for a girl like me. The thing that frightened me most however, was that even though you heard of some miraculous stories of kidnapping victims being found, that was only the minority. The majority never returned home, alive at least. That thought frightened me to the point that I just lay there with my eyes closed. I was afraid to open them and face reality. I heard gentle breathing from across the room, so I knew he was there. Maybe if he thought I was still asleep then he wouldn't hurt me. Sadly, I was always a bad actress, and as soon as my heart rate picked up I knew that he knew I was awake. Just as this realization came to me, I suddenly felt a hand slap my face. My eyes flew open- and they became locked onto his.
"What is your name?" he asked. I didn't reply, but I just stared at him. Why should I reply? I didn't owe him anything. However, it was the wrong choice because he reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair. "God dammit- when I ask you a question you answer it. Now, what is your name?"
"Claire." I blurted out without thinking. I was happy I had lied though. There was a small part of me that told me to lie because if I was ever lucky enough to make it home, I knew that if I told him my real name I would always hear his voice no matter who said it. And I didn't want to live the rest of my life with that torture. Plus Claire seemed to work, as Alice had always told me I looked like a Claire.
"Well Claire, I'm James." He said, putting a name to the face that would haunt my memories forever.
"Why?" I squeaked out. He laughed.
"Because my bitch of a girlfriend just moved out and I needed someone to cook, clean, and keep me company." He said, moving a piece of hair that had fallen into my face back behind my ear. "Besides, I thought having a pretty little girl like you would be fun." He said, as he leaned in a kissed me. I tried pushing him away, but he assumed I wanted more, so he shoved his tongue further down my throat and jumped on top of me. His left hand got tangled in my hair as his right somehow managed to rip off my shirt and begin groping me. It was then that I just shut down. I stopped fighting. I stopped thinking. I just stopped everything. I just lay there- motionless. He soon got mad that I wasn't enjoying myself like he was, so he punched me across the face, knocking me back into unconsciousness.
When I awoke for the second time, it was dark outside. I looked down and realized that I was completely naked. Fear then spread throughout me- what had he done to me? I looked around the small room I was in. All that was there was a dresser, a bed, and a nightstand with a small lamp on it, and then there were two doors. I slowly got up as my entire body ached, and waddled over to one of the doors. It was locked. I sighed and went to the other- a bathroom. I sighed in relief and jumped into a warm shower. When I was finished I walked over to the small dresser and was surprised to see it filled with clothes. However, I was quickly saddened as I realized all the clothes inside were either tight, or tiny. I sighed and dug around inside, before I finally found a pair of yoga pants and a looser crop top. As I threw them on, I saw it. A window. I shrieked in delight as I ran to it, only to find that I was on the third story. My joy quickly faded and I sat back on the small bed, crying for the next few hours.
Edward POV
It's been a month since she has been missing. It was hopeful in the beginning, as my information I provided in the hospital brought on a few leads. However, the police had found nothing. There was no sign or even a whisper about her whereabouts. As more time continued to pass, hope began to quickly fade away. And I did too.
"Edward, we will get her back." Alice's voice broke me out of my spell. I looked up from the piano I sat behind without playing into her eyes. My eyes then began to fill with tears.
"What if we're too late?" I asked, as the tears that seemed so often now began to fall. Alice cried then too, jumping onto my lap and throwing her small arms around my neck.
"Edward, you and I both know we're not. Bella is a fighter, and she won't give up. We won't either." She said. I nodded and just hugged my twin crying until the shrill ring of the telephone sounded. Someone else answered, and we just sat there, waiting. After a minute Emmett burst into the room.
"He was sighted! Someone saw him!" He said excitedly. We both jumped up and followed him downstairs, Alice skipping behind a running Emmett, and me trying to keep up with my crutches.
"What happened?" I asked my dad.
"Charlie just called. The man who took her was seen in Seattle. Police were called and are currently chasing him down." He said. At his words, we all looked around at each other smiling. This could be it; we could be getting Bella back. We then sat for a while in silence, everyone praying. After twenty minutes of silence the phone rang again, and my mom jumped up to answer it. As she began talking, my heart jumped into my throat. However my mother soon began to cry, and at that second my heart was crushed yet again.
"Renee, I'll be right over." She said hanging up the phone. Then she turned to us and quietly said. "They lost him." She then grabbed her keys and rushed out the door, taking the last bit of hope I had with her. We were so close, but yet so far.
Bella POV
4 months now. 4 months had passed since my kidnapping. In those few months I had broken seven bones and had been beaten almost to the point of death. He had even taken the most pure part of my being- my virginity. After the first time he continued to rape me, almost as if I was his little doll. I was his toy. He does it so often now that I barely even pay any attention anymore. I don't remember any time except the very first. It was late at night, and I had only been there for about a month. I was lying in the bed he had given me in my tiny room, but I could not fall asleep because I had a feeling something terrible was going to happen. It was then that he came into my room, so drunk that the smell was overbearing to me.
"Claire!" he shouted out. "Come to daddy!"
"No! James please no, stop it!" I cried. He just laughed and forced his mouth onto mine like he had done so many times before. This time however when he broke the kiss for air I pulled my hand back and snapped it forward to connect with his face. Sadly it caused him little pain, but caused me to sprain my hand. He laughed at my attempt and then grabbed my hands and tied my wrists to the bed post. After I was tied up, he began slowly cutting off my clothes with a pocket knife, allowing it to pierce my skin in some places. He laughed as my blood slowly began to stain the sheets, and I screamed more than I ever had as he began to brutally beat me once more. I thought he was going to kill me that night. Instead he did something much worse- he climbed on top of me.
"Remember sweetheart, I own you." He said, speaking each word slowly and carefully so it would register forever in my brain. Then he thrust himself forward, and I lost myself. After a while of the torture he finally climbed off of me, satisfied. I however, had never felt less myself than in that moment. He then walked out of the room, leaving me bloody, naked, and sobbing. I was left tied up for 5 days, and within those days he continued to damage me even more- a feat I had thought impossible. But everytime I thought he had completely broken me, I was wrong, because he would just come back and break me even more. Finally on the fifth day after he was done raping me for who knows what time, he reached up and snatched the handcuffs from my wrist. At first I didn't believe he had let me go, and I just lay there. But then I slowly brought my arms down from above me, cradling them into my chest. I thought that because he let me go that he was just going to kill me then. At that point I would have welcomed death gracefully. I was sure that even if I died and ended up in hell, it was still better than where I was now. Instead he just pulled me up from the position I was sprawled in on the bed into a sitting position. He looked me dead in the eye. There was no hint of guilt or sadness within him, only hunger. Then he smiled and kissed me again, only it was gentle, a kiss that surprised me. It was almost like the kiss of a lover, and that thought frightened me.
"There Claire. Now you'll never leave. You'll be mine forever." He spoke softly as he pulled away. He stood up and sauntered over to the door. He reached out to turn the handle, and he opened the door. I looked into the hall behind him, wanting so badly to leave the confines of this room and have at least some freedom. He seemed to read my mind though as he softly spoke. "Tomorrow you will be allowed to leave your room. However, I will have a list of chores for you to do and dinner must be made as well. I have more instructions later. For tonight darling, simply rest." The door slammed behind him, and I wanted more than anything to break into tears and cry. However none would come, it was almost as if I had no tears left to cry. I sat there for quite some time before I finally laid back down and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Now looking back at the memory, I felt even more pity for myself, as so much more had happened. Each time I thought the worst was over, but then he would always return. I sighed and rolled over in my bed, facing the window. Immediately my eyes landed on the moon. Looking at the moon caused me to begin thinking about Edward. I was wondering where he was, what he was doing. I wondered if he thought of me as much as I thought of him. It was often times that during the torture I would just think of him and somehow I knew things would be okay. Someday, I hoped, I could really be happy. I could escape this hell hole. But Edward was perfect, not only was he beautiful, he had a perfectly pure soul. I was falling for him before I came here, and I think some part of him was falling for me as well. However even if I ever returned there was no way he would ever want me that way again. I was broken, destroyed. He would surely find someone much better. I could only hope that he would care about me somewhat so that I could stay a friend. I needed Edward in my life and since I knew he would never want me, friendship was my only choice. I closed my eyes and a single tear rolled down my cheek. What if I never say Edward again? The thought was simply unbearable. I knew I had to fight, as hard as I could, to make it back to him, to everyone back home really. I had to get back for Mom, Dad, Alice… I wonder if they were even still looking for me. I don't really care though, if they have forgotten about me, I haven't about them. I knew I needed to fight to get back to them. They were the only thing that mattered. I opened my eyes and looked back at the moon, and the usual sense of calmness flooded over me. I smiled. In that moment I was with Edward. In that moment I finally felt safe.
"Please Edward. Help me. Stay with me." I softly spoke. It was then that I heard a dark chuckle from behind me. That sense of safety vanished as I rolled over and again looked into those haunting blue eyes.