So I've been feeling lazy even though this chapter has been written in my head for a few days now…Don't be angry with me, this is still a pretty quick update if I do say so myself. Once again this will only be in one point of view. Slightly longer chapter then usual.

So it's almost three in the morning and the only reason I'm writing is because I'm pulling an all nighter for work in a couple hours, so if this makes no sense at all let me know and I'll yank it and rewrite it so it works k? And be honest, don't just say nothing because you want an update. lol :)

I think this is my favorite chapter by far.

Before I give too much away…onward! {btw SM owns all, except Chris. That sick fuck is for you readers to pick apart and beat as you'd like}

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BPOV

I got lucky that night. For some reason the man decided he didn't want me, and I was spared being forced into prostitution. Renee swore that she would find someone to take me, but it had been nearly a week now and she still hadn't had any luck. I was more then thankful for that.

The second night after the drugs wore off I ran into an old friend, Misty. Nobody knew that she was the one who had helped me escape all the other times before. I secretly think she wants to live vicariously through me because she is never brave enough to actually leave herself.

Somehow she talked Renee and Chris into letting just the two of us go to the store that night. She asked me about everything that happened, and cried when I told her about Chris forcing the drugs on me while I was pregnant. She helped me steal a few bottles of prenatal pills, and promised she would come see me daily so she could sneak them to me. I felt so much relief, at least I could try to keep my child as healthy as possibly while these monsters were trying to do otherwise.

Misty seemed enthralled by the idea of Edward, and she often got teary eyed when she told me he would find me someday. I didn't want to let her down, but I still hoped Edward had just forgotten about. My dreams often consisted of Edward, and many days they were the only reason I got out of bed, with the hopes that someday I would find a way to leave again and go back to him. But I knew my dreams were just that; dreams. It wasn't logical, nor was it safe to want Edward anywhere near me. I could never put him in harms way.

Chris had continued to use me as his ashtray when he was angry, and I had small cigarette burns littered across my body. Renee didn't care as usual, as long as it didn't hurt the baby. As much as I hated her, I was thankful she was protecting of my child, even if for her own sick demented reasons. For now I just needed to try to focus on all of the positives in my life.

So now I'm sitting on some dirty floor watching Chris shoot up. He's smiling at me and licking his lips, and I wish he would just go find another one of his prostitutes to molest with his eyes. I squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, but my discomfort only seemed to egg him on.

"Bells, even with that fat bump right there, you're still one sexy piece of ass you know that?" he said for what I'm sure was meant to be some sort of compliment. "I'd still fuck you baby girl," he slurred as the drugs kicked in and his head fall back against the wall making a loud thud, "don't worry, Renee will find someone who'll still pay to have you."

I cringed at his words because I knew they were true. She would stop at nothing to make some sort of profit off of me until the baby could come. She had made that much clear, after the baby was born and she made her money she planned on killing me. Until then I was just another bill to her, and she wanted her bill to pay itself. And my time was running out, soon I would either have to start hustling drugs again or the day would finally come when Renee found someone who wanted to….have sex with me.

"Isabella," Renee barked. I jumped up at her voice, and tried to ignore Chris's finger tips moving slowly up my bare leg, "go find Misty. Get cleaned up, you have a customer in an hour. Don't lose him."

I nodded eagerly, making her think that I was happy that I could finally pull my weight now. I walked slowly down the dark damp hallways, trying not to breath through my nose and smell the disgusting odor of drugs, death and sex.

Misty's door was closed; that meant she had a customer herself. I knocked once and sat across the hallway staring at the door. My knock meant that Misty would wrap things up in five minutes. We had developed this system over the years so Chris wouldn't get pissed about us wasting our time. Within the five minutes the door opened and a dark man slunk out of the room without even a glance towards me as he stumbled towards the exit.

I walked into Misty's room just as she was pulling on her robe.

"What's up baby bump?" she asked me, as she fixed her hair in the mirror.

"Renee has my first customer lined up. She wants you to make me all pretty for him," I said before I grumbled, "like they really give a fuck what we look like." She smiled at me as we walked over to the bathroom together. Misty turned on the water and began adding the appropriate oils.

Of course I could've done this all myself, Misty and I done this enough times to do this in our sleep. But we always did it for one another because it was a way of strengthening ourselves so we wouldn't feel to berated afterwards. So Renee's distrust of me worked in my advantage in this case.

I smiled as I climbed into the warm water, trying to give myself the same talk I had given myself so many times before.

This man is scum, he is only using you for your body. You are a strong beautiful person. You will survive this. They can hurt you physically but they can't break your soul.

As I repeated my mantra Misty dipped a wash clothe in the tub and gently scrubbed my skin, being careful of the burn marks. She was whispering her own mantra, that I too would often say for her: Dear Lord, keep her safe. Don't give her more then she can handle. Bring her home to me, and if you don't bring her home let it be because she found somewhere to be safe.

I felt the nerves clawing at me but I took a deep breath and shoved them down in the pit of my stomach. Now was not the time to be second guessing myself. Misty looked at me with hopeful eyes as she gently helped me dry my skin.

"You will be safe." she said more like a statement then a question. I nodded at her as I sat in front of the vanity and begin to pull a brush through my hair.

"I always am," I told her as she began to sweep my hair off my neck into an updo that would withstand...whatever it was I was going to be put through today.

"I love you," she said, still not much emotion crossing her eyes as she continued on my hair while I applied a light amount of makeup.

"You will always be like a sister to me. I can never thank you enough," I felt like we were saying our final goodbyes, but I didn't dwell too much on the formality of it all as I heard Chris rap twice on the door. That meant I had five minutes before I was going to be in trouble.

Misty and I stared at one another, so many words hung in the hair unspoken as I shoved my feet into my shoes before opening the door. Chris was leaning against the wall a cigarette between his lips while his eyes were narrowed slightly. If he weren't such a bastard, he could actually be attractive. His high had worn off, and I could see he was in an unnaturally good mood as he smiled at me.

"Ready Bellz?" I nodded at him, plastering the best smile I could on my face as he held his arm out to me, "I've got a good feeling about this one."

He always said that before I met a new client. He only had a good feeling because it made his pocket book fatter, but I could never speak against him.

"Where's Renee?" I asked when I realized he was escorting me out of my hell to the car.

"Eh, queen bitch is busy. I'm you're escort. That okay with you?" he asked as he pulled the door open for me.

"Always," I smiled at him as I stepped into the back of the car, taking a deep breath. It was now or never.

We pulled up to a fancy hotel, and I have to say, even I was impressed. I had never been in such a nice place before. Maybe I was being mislead, maybe I was really supposed to be meeting with the junkie busboy.

Chris escorted me to the elevator, but when I stepped inside, he pushed a button before exiting the elevator. I looked at him inquiringly as he shrugged at me as if this sort of thing happened everyday.

"He wants you to come up alone," my heart quickened as I stood alone in the elevator. I glanced at the lit button and noticed I was headed for the top floor. I felt a flutter of hope as I wondered briefly if maybe Edward had somehow found me and was going to rescue me, but I quickly dashed that. I had to think rational, and having silly fantasies was not going to help me think clearly now.

The elevator stopped with a ding, and I wrung my hands together as the doors slid open. In front of me stood an older man with light brown hair. He had a nice smile, as he held his hand out to me. I felt apprehensive as I gave him my hand following his lead into his room. He closed the door quickly, and I wondered what this guy would be into. Obviously pregnant women was one of them.

"Hello, Isabella," he said to no surprise, all the customers new my name beforehand.

"Good afternoon sir," I smiled at him as he moved towards me.

"Please make yourself comfortable," he offered, watching me intently.

"This is about you sir. Please, tell me what would make you comfortable," I said trying to sound sexy, but felt more nervous then anything.

"There's so many things my wife just won't do for me…where to start?" he smiled slyly at me. I raised my eyebrows in anticipation, I'd heard just about everything before.

"I've always had a fetish….I want you to treat me like a baby Isabella," whoa okay, did not see that one coming. I must have looked as shocked as I felt, because the man instantly turned red in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, please don't be ashamed. I reassured him, moving closer to touch his arm. I'm just wondering," what kind of sick fuck you are, "how exactly you mean."

"I want you to put a diaper on me, and spank me like a bad baby. I want you to breast feed me."

Okay, that's why he liked the pregnant woman thing. I fought the urge to punch the guy in the gut and run out, but knew I had to do this, so instead I swallowed hard before I spoke.

"You get ready, and I'm going to go into the bathroom and freshen up okay?" I asked him, as he smiled, nodding eagerly.

I walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me as I lifted my leg up. I unstrapped the syringe from my leg, as I pulled the tiny bottle of liquid from between my breasts. I sucked the contents into the syringe as I tapped it twice. Well at least this would be easier.

Hiding the syringe behind my back I opened the door to find the pervert in a diaper already crawling on the ground like he was an infant.

"Come here baby," I cooed at him, "come to mommy."

He crawled to me eagerly, drool running down the corner of his mouth. Okay, I was really going to need fucking therapy after this.

"Mommy has to give you a shot baby. So you don't get sick." He began to cry like an infant would as he saw me pull the needle from behind me. Trying to crawl away, I grabbed him by the stomach and hoisted him over my knees, as I pulled down his diaper and began to spank him.

"Be a good boy now, mommy needs to give you a shot," he cried louder, but didn't move and I could feel his erection pushing through the diaper into my news. Um ew.

Focusing on what I was doing, I plunged the syringe into his ass, pushing all of the contents into his body. He cried for a second longer before he was totally silent and I could feel his dead weight on my lap.

"Baby?" I asked, sure it couldn't have been THAT easy. And of course, it wasn't as he began groggily trying to move around. Well shit, I hadn't thought this rich asshole would be a junkie and be able to handle that much meth at once. Now I was going to have to kill him or some shit.

"What the fuck did you do? This wasn't part of the deal," he said as he tried to stand up, but collapsed back to the ground. I scooted myself backwards as I watched him struggle to get up trying to figure out what I'd done to him.

"There wasn't even anything in the syringe," I tried to tell him as he continued to try to stumble towards me.

"My wife wouldn't do this to me," he said, and I wondered if he meant the baby shit or the drugging him. Because if I was his wife, I would've drugged him a long time ago.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to fake innocence, as I stared wide eyed at him.

"I feel weird," he admitted as he stumbled towards his bed, "I think I just need to lie down for a sec-," he began before falling face first into the corner of his nightstand causing blood to begin spurting from a gash in his head. I stood there for a second to see if he was knocked out or not, and when he didn't move I made my move.

I turned on his tv and it was conveniently already tuned into a porno. Figures. I turned it up so that anyone standing outside the door would hear it, as I headed out the door, making sure the 'do not disturb' sign was safely on the handle. Now that I was in the hall I had to weigh the facts.

I was on the 18th floor of a hotel. Chris was downstairs. He would be watching the elevator, but he could have someone in the stairs too…choices, choices. I turned my head and couldn't believe my luck, the maid had left a door open and upon looking inside I found a maintenance elevator. Chris probably didn't know about it, nor would he think I'd have any access to it. I pushed the button and the door opened immediately, the maid must've just gotten there.

Climbing inside I pushed the lowest floor, praying I wouldn't end up near Chris. My heart was racing, and it seemed like the elevator took an hour to finally reach the bottom. I found myself in the basement surrounded by linens. More dumb luck. I quickly stripped off my clothes, throwing on a maids outfit before throwing my own old clothes into the garbage incinerator. Yay for rich hotels that like to burn their trash!

I walked around the bottom for a while, feeling like James Bond or some shit until I found a door. And thank God it opened to the back of the hotel, no where near Chris. I walked quickly down the alley, knowing I still wasn't in the clear. Not until I was as far as I could possibly be from here.

Five minutes later I thrust myself into the bustle of the city around me, and easily pick pocketed a man at a stop light. Thankfully he had a few hundred dollars on him, but I grabbed his credit card quickly before throwing his wallet into the trash. I continued to walk until I found a boy that looked like he could use a decent meal and change of clothes.

"Hey kid, wanna make some money?" I asked him as he eyed me suspiciously.

"Look, I just left my husband, and he won't give me any money. I don't want him to know I took it, so I need you to take as much as that machine will let you take out. I just can't have the camera's seeing me." I pleaded with him with my eyes as he looked at me pondering.

"How much would I get?" He asked, his fingers already itching for the money.

"I'll give you a hundred dollars." I told him, hoping he wouldn't run off with my money.

"Alright lady," he said, plucking the card from my fingers as he walked across the street to the ATM. I watched as he withdrew the money and held my breath as he looked on both sides of him contemplating whether or not to run. But instead he turned around and came jogging back over to me.

"Here ya go," he said handing me five hundred dollars, and I quickly handed one back over to him. He tried to hand the card back to me but I shook my head.

"Keep it," I told him.

I ducked into the nearest store as I quickly bought an entire new outfit. I considered going to a salon and dying my hair, but knew that I didn't have the time and that I couldn't use the die because of my baby. I rubbed my stomach once as I continued to walk towards the edge of town.

"Mommy's getting us the hell out of here," I told him as I watched the sidewalk pass between my feet, afraid if I looked up Chris or Renee would be there.

I pick pocketed a phone off of another person, and I dialed quickly as I kept my pace going forward. The phone rang, and my heart dropped as nobody answered. Shit. I tried again three more times, and panic begin to set in as I wondered if Chris had somehow found out.

I took a deep breath and tried the number one more time, and nearly screamed in excitement as I heard a voice on the other end.

"I need you to come get me, and this is what I need you to do. Hurry."

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Um, sorry just pulled a random fetish out of nowhere….this one is strange and…strange to me. So it freaked me out too, don't think I get off on this shit. Oh and you thought Bella's customer was going to be Edward too didn't you? Ha, like life could be that easy.

And this is why Edward can't save Bella. I guess in a sense he can, but I am very much a feminist {woo girl power and all that good shit} and guys don't need to save us every time.

Review please! Oh and this is not even close to the end, so don't try to leave me now!