Edward POV

"Edward, why did you let him take me?" Bella spoke in her soft voice, looking up at me through her thick lashes. Her cheeks were tearstained, and it seemed as if she had been crying for awhile.

"Bella I tried, I really did. I would have rather died than he take you. I tried, he just was better." I pleaded, reaching for her hand. She pulled it away, taking a step back from me.

"No. You didn't try hard enough. If you did I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be going through this torture. This is all your fault."

"Bella please believe me. I would do anything to take this pain from you. You have to believe me. I'm so sorry."

"No. Don't you dare tell me you're sorry. You ruined my life. Sorry doesn't cut it."

"But I am sorry. And I haven't given up yet. I wake up every day and all I do is think about you. I won't give up until we find you."

"Don't make me any promises. You once told me that you would always protect me. But you broke that promise. So don't make another one because you'll break that one too."

"Bella." I said my voice cracking, as she began to fade away. "Bella please stay with me!"

"I don't want to stay with you." She said, almost completely gone. Then, came a quiet whisper. "I hate you Edward Cullen."

"NO!" I screamed, sitting up straight in bed. I was gasping for breath, and a sheer layer of sweat covered my body. I looked around frantically before realizing that I was in my room and it was all a dream. Still though, I couldn't shake the things dream Bella had said from my mind. What if Bella really thought them? Could she really hate me?

"Edward?" A soft whisper asked. I looked over to see my mom peeking her head through my door. At the sight of her, tears began to fall. The tears were just from the build up of everything- from losing Bella, to the embarrassment of being caught crying, to the worry that I might never see her again. My mom quickly rushed over, sitting on my bed and pulling me into her arms like she did when I was a child. "Edward it will all be okay."

"How can you say that?" I asked, looking up at her. My mom had truly amazed me these past 7 months that Bella had been missing. I know all she wanted to do was curl up and cry, but she had to be strong for her three broken children, her stressed husband, and Renee and Charlie, her distraught friends. My mom had gone over to Renee's house everyday since Bella was taken to keep her company. Charlie had to go to work, and mom didn't want Renee in the house alone, so she made it a point to visit her best friend. She had asked me to go with several times, but I had not gone since that night when I left with Bella. I left that house with her- I sure as hell wasn't going to return without her.

"Because we need to make sure that we still have hope. I truly believe that we will get Bella back one day. So for now, all we can do is wait, pray, and hope."

"But mom, it's been 7 months and the police have nothing."

"I know, it may see very hard to hope for, but we must in order to keep life going. Otherwise there is no point to life."

"Mom, what if" I started, before stopping myself. The question I wanted to ask was one I feared asking. I took a deep breath however, and finally let it out, choking on my own words. "Mom what if we never see Bella again. What if she's gone forever?"

"You don't really believe that do you?"

"No." I answered truthfully. Somehow I knew Bella was still breathing. "But I still fear it."

"I think we all do sweetheart. But right now we don't know that. And unless that outcome really happens, we do not need to waste our time dwelling on it. What we need to do, and what Bella needs us to do, is just believe." She said sounding so sure. I nodded at her words- I knew she was right. Then my mom patted my back. "C'mon. I highly doubt either of us will be able to go back to sleep now. And it's only 6:30, not too early. How about you help me make breakfast for everyone, then we can spend a day down at the station looking for any leads?"

"Yeah, okay." I said with a sigh, climbing out of bed as my stomach grumbled.

Bella POV

My stomach was grumbling as I set James' eggs onto the table, but I knew there was nothing I could do to satisfy it. James hardly allowed me to eat, as he insisted I needed to lose some weight as I was too fat. However since being here, I had noticed many changes in my body, and it seemed to me as if there was no fat left on my body. James only allowed me the proper amount of food I needed to stay alive, but in no way was it healthy. Every single bone on my body stuck out, and it seemed as bone was the only thing under my skin. I had always been tiny, but I knew I had lost somewhere around 30 pounds, and I was deathly underweight.

"James? Breakfast is ready." I called softly. I heard his footsteps travel down the stairs as he finally made his way into the kitchen. He smiled, walked up to me, and gave me a gentle kiss. It was strange as I never knew what to expect from him. Most of the time he was the torturous, kidnapping monster that I expected him to be. But other times he was soft and gentle like a lover. It was strange how often he switched back and forth, and I honestly didn't know which one terrified me more.

"Thanks baby." He said as he sat down to eat. I stood there against the counter watching him as he ate, refilling his drink when needed. I was basically there to serve his every beck and call. I was nothing more than a servant, and I hated it. I would rather be dead than be forced to do what he made me do. However, the small part of me that was left told me I needed to do what he asked if I ever wanted to go back home. Home. It was a weird word. I couldn't speak it out loud without being lost into tears. I constantly wondered about everyone- what they were doing. How they were doing without me. I hope that they were happy, I wouldn't want them sulking around. That thought made me giggle actually, as I knew exactly Edward would be the one sulking. James looked up at me at my slight giggle. "What are you laughing at."

"Nothing." I quickly responded, putting my head down. I was scared he would think I was laughing at him- that would not be good at all.

"Okay. Do you want some eggs?" he asked. I looked up in shock. He was looking at me, holding up his plate that had about one bite of egg left. I looked into his eyes and he nodded. Filled with delight I took a step forward, as he put the egg onto his fork, holding it out to me. Just as I reached him and began opening my mouth, he quickly shoved the fork into his own, chewed, and swallowed, laughing the entire time. I again lowered my head in embarrassment, as I became filled with envy over something so simple as food. "Dumb bitch. You really think I was gonna let you finish my breakfast? Ha!" he said as he slapped me across the face and sauntered out of the room. I sighed and grabbed his plate, shoving it into the dishwasher. Hopefully soon I'll find some way out of this hellhole.