Bella POV

"Oh Claire." James said. The two of us were laying in the bed we shared, his arms wrapped around me as I just laid limp. It had been a few hours since Mr. Weber left, and James had used me yet again. "I'm glad you're officially mine now. Forever."

"Yeah.." I whispered, completely NOT glad.

"I love you." He said, as he kissed my forehead. I didn't respond. I never knew what to say when he told me that. I couldn't say it back. Normally he didn't care that I was silent, but this time it angered him. "Don't you love me?"

"Um…" I began. He sat up and grabbed my arm, twisting it. I yelled out in pain.

"Say you love your husband."

"James stop you're hurting me." I cried.

"Say it!" He growled. I screamed as he twisted my arm even more, any further and I knew it would break. However, I couldn't bring myself to say it, because it wasn't true.

"James!" Laurent called, bursting into the room. James released me and stood up, and I immediately brought the sheet over me, trying to cover myself.

"What do you want, I told you not to come back until tomorrow." James cursed at him, as he began getting dressed.

"They know. The cops are on their way right now." Laurent said. I smiled at his words. Finally.

"Claire get dressed." James growled, throwing clothes at me. I listened right away. "We have to leave."

"No, James. There's no time. Last time you got away. But now they're too close. You have no chance of getting away." He said, just as I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Thanks Laurent." James said, as Laurent ran from the room. I wondered where he was off too, but James came over to me and crushed his lips to mine. I would say the kiss was passionate, as it seemed he believed he was kissing me for the final time. However, it, as always, was just the kiss that meant nothing. Finally he he pulled away, before slapping me against me cheek. "Remember Claire. You're mine. Even if I'm not with you, you're still mine, and you will be forever. You're broken, and dirty, and used, and no one will ever love you like I do." Tears slid down my cheeks as he spoke, because even though I knew I might be going home now, he was right. No matter what, his face would always haunt my nightmares.

Suddenly, James grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room. Then at that moment we heard a knock at the door. I opened my mouth to scream, but James punched me in the jaw before I could. He then opened the closet door and threw me inside.

"You make a sound, and I'll kill you." he growled, before slamming the door and engulfing me in darkness. I heard the lock on the door click, and I was trapped. There was another knock on the door, and I heard James pull it open.

"Mr. Gigandet?" I heard a rough voice ask.

"Yes? How can I help you." James responded.

"I'm Officer Jameson. We would like to search your house."

"What? Why?"

"We believe that within a certain kidnapping case that the victim is here." the same officer spoke again.

"That's ridiculous. Well I say no, you don't have permission. You can't come in." James said.

"Well that's too bad." I heard a new, yet familiar voice speak. Tears welled in my eyes. "You're going to have to let us in anyway. We have a search warrant, and a warrant for your arrest."

"DAD!" I screamed, not able to help myself. I didn't care anymore what James said. He could kill me. But my father was right there and hearing his voice put me over the edge. I started pounding on the door, screaming for him at the top of my lungs. Then, the door was ripped open and the light was almost blinding. I was pulled from the closet, but instead of being in my dads arms, I was being held yet again by James. In turn, James held his favorite knife against my throat.

"Take a step closer and I'll slit her throat." James grunted. I opened my eyes and they locked on my dad. He looked different, older. Even though only a year had passed, he looked as if he aged ten years. Gray hair was forming in between his now thinning brown curls, and his brown eyes held so much emotion. They looked flat, dead. But at the same time, they held both happiness and fear. Seeing him after so long killed me, and I just wanted him to hold me as I cried.

"Dad." I whispered. James tightened his grip on me as my dad lifted his hand, reaching out for me.

"Bella." My dad choked out, his voice thick with tears.

"Bella?" James asked. Then he laughed sadistically, as he slapped me yet again across the face and kneed me in the back. "Your name isn't Claire? It's fucking Bella?!"

"James let go." I yelled, struggling against his grip.

"Never." he replied, as he pressed the blade against me, drawing blood. I was terrified, fearing that he really would slit my throat. I was so close to going home though. I had made it this far. There was no way I would let him take me now. I needed to go home. I needed to see mom. I needed to see Alice. Rose, Emmett, Jasper. I needed to see Carlisle and Esme. But most of all, I needed to see Edward. My Edward. The thought of him put a fire into my veins. Staring straight into Charlie's eyes, I picked my foot up and kicked it as hard as I could into James' groin. He let me go, screaming out in pain. He dropped the knife and I snatched it up and shoved it into his shoulder. He yelled louder as he fell towards the floor. I jumped on top of him, as I used every last bit of strength I had to punch and kick him anywhere I could. I wanted him to feel at least one ounce of the pain that he had inflicted upon me. He was screaming. I was screaming. My dad was even screaming.

"Bella stop!" I heard my dad say, as two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me off of James. I struggled against his chest. For the first time in my life I was filled with bloodlust. I wanted him dead. And I wanted to be the one to do it. I cried as my dad dragged me from the house, having my last glimpse of James as three officers surrounded him. I continued to struggle, James was mine to finish. However, my dad picked me up, and as soon as I was in his arms my entire body went limp. I was put into a car, my head resting on my dad's lap.

"Dad." I whispered. He smiled at me, stroking my hair out of my face.

"Hey Bells. It's okay, you're gonna be okay." he said, looking down on me. He smiled and tears fell from his eyes. That was when I started crying. I cried the entire way back as he just held me, just like I wanted. Finally we stopped, and I was pulled from the car, again in Charlie's arms. Then I was blinded by bright lights, as I was placed upon a gurney. I opened my eyes and found myself looking into two blue ones.

"Carlisle." I spoke. He smiled down at me.

"Shh, Bella don't talk. You need to save up your strength. It will all be okay now, don't worry I got you. You're safe. You're home." He coaxed, in his soothing voice. I smiled, as I closed my eyes once more. Home. I was finally home.

A/n: Two chapters in one day whaaaaaaat? haha I was surprised by how quickly after I posted people reviewed and asked for more. So, I delivered. It is a bit short I know, but that's because its only one POV instead of the usual two. But hey you can't complain cause its finally the moment you've been waiting for. BELLA WAS RESCUED YAY! I was so excited to write more, so this is what happened. I just hope you guys like it. Also, a little thing to keep you guys wondering: what happened to Laurent? Where did he go? Will he come back? Keep reading to find out. I promise I'll update soon. Lots of love!

~Rosie3