Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of Stephenie Meyer's wonderful characters.

Chapter Notes: I would like to apologize for the delay once again. My life has done a complete 180 and I am dealing.

Previously…

"I cant live without her Dad. I cant."

I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder and looked back.

"I know son." It was Carlisle. My head fell and the tears spilled down my face.

"Bella, my love. I will find you!"

Chapter 21Pain and Suffering (Bella POV)

Edward had gotten up from the piano and led me outside.

I felt the cool breeze blowing through my hair and I smell the crisp scent of the ocean. I hear some laughter and I turn to find its origin.

I see Edward and a little boy running down the beach towards me. The child looks to be about 2 years old and his hair was a familiar bronze color. He's smiling and laughing and when he looks forward and see's me a huge smile spreads across his face.

I had seen him once before in one of my dreams. He is our son. The son of my dreams. As he runs to me with arms outstretched I see Edward closing in and lift him up high in the air. The boy giggles with delight.

When they approached me Edward put the child down and he wrapped his small arms around my neck. He moved his face next mine and placed his cheek against mine. My heart exploded with warmth and love.

"Its gonna be okay Mommy. Daddy will find you." He rubbed his small hand on my cheek and he looked into my eyes. He looked at me with my own eyes and smiled. He kissed my nose and said, "Wake up Mommy."

I felt him pull away and when I tried to grab him he was out of reach. I tried to move towards him but watched as He, Edward and the beach were pulled away from me like a black hole had sucked them up. All that was left was darkness.

My head felt heavy and when I tried to lift it I felt a strain in my neck. The tendons were tight. Apparently I had been out for a while. I opened my eyes and tried to survey my surroundings but it was dark, pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

I felt the material that was wrapped around my mouth and tried to move my jaw and tongue to remove it. It was too tight.

I felt my arms tied behind me. I was sitting on a chair and my legs hand been tied to each of the front legs. The rope that was binding my arms was coarse and when I tried to free my hands I felt the rope burn and rip some of the skin off my wrists.

I tried to focus my eyes in the darkness and I saw a soft line of light in front of me on the ground. I squinted my eyes and saw that it came from the bottom of a door. I looked up to the ceiling and waited until my eyes could focus a little more clearly in the dark. I saw a long metal pipe that ran from one side of the room to the other.

The walls looked unfinished and the ceiling was also untouched. I was definitely in a basement or cellar of some kind.

A loud uproar of laughter erupts from behind the door. I can hear a television. I try and listen for any other sounds. I don't hear anything but the dripping of water from somewhere behind me.

My right cheek began to throb. The memories of what had happened came flooding back.

The man. The man with the blonde hair and blue eyes. Those familiar eyes. He says he knows me. My mind wanders and sorts through all of my memories. I remember Forks I scroll through all of my friends and acquaintances. I remember my fathers face. God Daddy please, please find me. Jacobs large smile floats in my mind. Jacob, my friend. I remember all of those fun days on the reservation.

I remember Seattle. My childlike mother Renee. Her red lips and contagious happiness. I remember Alice. My loyal and longtime friend.

I remember Chicago. I remember Rosalie. Her perfection, her larger than life heart. I scroll through all of my memories but nothing. No man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

I don't even know how much time has passed. My stomach is in knots. I feel very light headed and my mouth is so dry. I sigh with defeat and throw my head back.

I hear the door handle being jiggled. I feel my heart begin to race.

Shit, shit, shit. What do I do? Stay still Bella, Stay still.

I try and fake unconsciousness.

I feel a blast of cool air when the door opened. I feel his presence as he approaches.

My heart is out of control. It's so loud. Its frantic pace will give me away. Calm down Bella. Please calm down. I feel the hot tears stream down my cheeks.

I feel his rough hand as he wipes the tears from my right cheek.

"Shh Bella, my love. It's okay. It's going to be okay. You're where you belong now. You're with me. We will have no sadness and no tears."

I feel him as he leans over me and runs his lips across the cloth that covers my mouth. I react and cringe at his actions.

Bad idea.

"You dare flinch when I try and show you love Bella?"

Suddenly I feel the back of his hand meet the left side of my face. The chair falls over and the right side of my head cracks on the cement. My shoulder collides with the cement floor. Cement is not forgiving at all. I can feel the warm blood flowing from my head.

I vaguely see him lean over as profanities spill from his mouth. I can feel the chair being lifted back up. Everything is blurry again. He sounds so far off now. I welcome the darkness that follows.

"Bella. Bella honey come on you have to wake up now. It's your first day of school. You don't want to let all of those eager little minds down now do we?

I can feel the warm sun shining on my face. The soft pillow that cradles my head smells like Edward. I inhale his scent and sigh.

"Lazy woman, 5 more minutes and that's it. Then it up and atom got it?"

I peek out of one of my eyes and see Edward standing there in only his red boxer briefs. Edward in red is an instant aphrodisiac. He turns his back to walk away and I jump up and grab him by the elastic on the back of his underwear pulling him on top of me on the bed.

He laughs hysterically and rolls over to face me. His beautiful green eyes are happy and smiling. "You will never get to school this way Mrs. Bella Cullen."

The sound of that name coming from Edward makes me warm and happy. I feel the love he feels for me on every syllable. He loves me and I love him.

I can feel his arousal against my thigh and I look at him and smile.

"It looks like someone wont mind if I lay here a few more minutes." I jest.

"Ha Ha Bella, it has a mind of its own. What can I say?" I see the smirk forming as he looks down at me.

I feel his hands as he strokes my side all the way up to the side of my breast and cupping his hand over it. I push my head towards him and he kisses me.

His sweet breath fill my nostrils and I smile into the kiss. His wet lips envelop mine and I get lost in its warmth.

"Make love to me Edward."

No answer is needed as he is already moving his hands all over my body. I moan in response. Closing my eyes and reveling in the feeling of his touch.

"I need you Bella, I need you so badly."

Suddenly his hands become cold and rough. I feel him tugging at my pajama bottoms. I look up at Edward to see what is wrong. But it's not Edward. It's him.

I scream and I awaken to find the man tugging at my suit pants. I scream again.

"Leave me alone you fucking bastard. Why are you doing this to me." I realize my legs are free so I begin kicking and flailing my legs to fend him off. My hands are still tied behind the chair, but the cloth covering my mouth has been removed.

"Calm yourself Bella or I will!" He grabs something off of the floor and pulls it up slowly. It's a large ball peen hammer.

"I will shatter your knees Bella, if you keep screaming like that. Don't push me Bella. I will do it!"

As he yells the spit hits my face and his breath washes over me. It reeks of garlic and onion. I cringe into my chair. He looks at me repulsed by my reaction.

I see the hammer rise. I watch it as it falls. It hits my right thigh and I feel the impact as it hits. The pain is immense and I scream even louder.

He looks at me and laughs hysterically.

I feel my bone give way. The sharp pain radiates up and down my leg and my body freezes. Numbness takes over my whole body but I wont stop screaming.

"Help me please somebody. Help me!" The sobs become uncontrollable as they shake my body.

He looks amused.

"You sorry fucking bastard. Let me go. Stop hurting me. Please, please, please let me go!"

As he watches me a smirk forms on his lips.

"Ill never you let you go Bella. Don't you see? You are mine! We were meant to be together. I have killed the one that hurt you! Has your precious Edward done that Bella?"

He puts his nose against mine and yells. "Well has he?"

I nod my head no in response. He ties a rag over my mouth tightly.

"That's right. He hasn't. You will soon see just how much I love you Bella. You will see!"

He steps away from me backwards and back into the light and shuts the door.

(Edwards POV)

Charlie, Sam and James have been at it for 2 days now. Bella's family and mine live by the phone at my parent's house. I feel so useless. I want, no I need to do something.

We have placed posters everywhere. I even went onto the news with a picture of Bella. I posted a reward hoping to lure the bastard out. But nothing. Two whole days and nothing.

We did find out that the van had been stolen from the cleaning agency. One good stroke of luck was that one of the workers had seen a blonde haired man snooping around the building a few days before. Their surveillance camera caught him on video.

I was sitting on the couch watching the video for the millionth time trying to see his face. I feel a small pair of arms wrap around me. I turn my head. It's Alice. Her eyes are red and the black circles are prominent with her pale complexion.

"Mind if I sit with you for a while Edward?" she asks.

I have been pushing everyone away. I don't want to be bothered. This is my fault. I should have protected her.

"Alice, its not that I… Yeah why not."

She doesn't smile. She just sits down next to me and watches the video.

"You know I haven't watched this till now. I didn't want to see this asshole."

I look at her as she watches the video. She is so distraught. Alice was already skinny and now she was deathly thin. I look up and see Jasper leaning against the doorway. He nods his head at me and goes back to watching his wife.

I see the tears form in her eyes. She misses Bella too. We all do.

I lean my head down and look at my sock covered feet. I feel the tears coming again. I hear Alice catch her breath.

"Oh my God." I look up and her hand is covering her mouth and the tears are flowing.

"Alice what is it?" She looks at me shaking her head back and forth. "Edward I should have watched this sooner. I know who that is!"

She jumps up and grabs the phone. Jasper is beside himself trying to calm her. Alice is trying to talk to Sam but she can't get the words out between the sobs.

I grab the phone and tell Sam that Alice thinks she knows who the bastard is. He replies stating that he's on the way.

Jasper and I both try and calm Alice down. She is beginning to hyperventilate and she can't breathe. Jasper grabs her and sits on the couch rocking her back and forth. Rubbing her head and soothing her.

"Iiiiiiits him. The guy from spring break. The bellboy that wouldn't leave Bella alone. Rrrrrremember Jasper."

Jasper looks at me and I can see his mind click into action. He grabs the remote and rewinds the video. I watch as he looks at the guy. I saw the recognition in his eyes immediately.

"His name was………Mike. He was the bellboy at the hotel where we stayed a couple of years back. I need to call Sam back now."

My heart was leaping in my chest. This is it. This is my hope. I will find you Bella! I'm going to kill that fucking bastard.

(Sam's POV)

Mike Newton. The asshole that has our little Bella. We found out that he left his job at the hotel soon after Bella and Alice checked out.

We found out he rented a basement apartment just down the street from where Bella and Rosalie lived. He held a job at the pizza place Bella frequented as a dishwasher.

He even took some classes at UIC. This was not a good sign. This guy is a stalker.

We found out that one of his previous girlfriends had died mysteriously. So not good. We have been tracking his credit cards. He doesn't own a cell phone. All we can do is sit and wait for him to make a mistake. Sit here and fucking wait.

I can't stand this shit. This waiting. It kills me. But I can see how it's affecting all of us. Bella is like the glue that keeps all of us together. It's been that way since we were kids.

I can remember when Jake and I got into that huge fight on the rez. Bella tricked us into meeting so we would make up. And we did, it's just her way.

I am sitting at my desk staring at the reports that need to be completed in front of me. I don't even see them. All I can see is Bella's face when she was little.

The captain tried to pull James and I off the case stating that we were too personally involved. Bullshit. We are the best detectives here and just try and pull me from this case. I'll turn in my badge and work it anyway. So will James.

Charlie has become this machine. He never stops. He is out every moment in his squad car looking and talking to people. Trying to find any lead.

He called Newton's parents. They had disowned their son years ago and tried to apologize for his actions. All I can say is that it better not be too late. Cop or not, I'm going to hurt this man.

I hear a loud scream from a few desks behind me and turn quickly to see what's going on.

"We got him, we got the fucking bastard!" James is bounding toward me looking happy as hell.

"Newton?" I reply.

"The fucking bastard used his credit card down by Pike Place this morning. The guy says he usually uses cash, but today he paid with his card. Owner says he was wearing a cap and trying to hide his face today. Probably since he's been all over the news. We got him Sam, we fucking got him." I can see his happiness turn to aggression. I'm the same.

"What the fuck are we waiting for. Lets go. Ill call Cullen on the way."

(Carlisle's POV)

The last 2 days have been torture. I haven't eaten or slept. No one has. Renee has gone silent and won't speak. Edward closed in on himself. Alice is falling ill. It's all so much to handle.

I feel the vibration of my cell phone on my side. Hmm, it's Sam.

"Please tell me you have news Sam, I cant take any more silence."

"I do Dr. Cullen. He used his credit card this morning down by Pike Place. We are forming a search team now and closing off 20 city blocks. I know we are going to find her today."

I can feel the warmth in my chest spread.

"We are on the way. I'm sure a few more searchers couldn't hurt."

"No Dr. Cullen, you can't do that. I understand that you want to but please let us handle this. For your own safety and ours."

I sigh loudly.

"Whatever you think is best Sam"

"Thanks Dr. Cullen. Tell Edward we will find her, no tell him I will find her and bring her home safely to him."

"I'll tell him right away Sam." I close the phone and jump up to tell everyone but run right into Edward.

"Tell who what Dad. Is it news? Did they find her?"

(Edwards POV)

"Newton used his credit card this morning at Pike Place. The police have begun the search now. Sam wants me to tell you that he's bringing her home to you Edward."

My energy level rises.

"We need to go Dad. We need to help. I need to find her."

I try to run out of the room but he grabs my arm.

"Edward we cant. We have to let the police handle this."

"Bullshit Dad. I'm going and you can't stop me."

I pull away and run downstairs. Grabbing my keys I open the door and run to my car. I get in and the passenger door flies open.

Emmett jumps in and slams the door.

"Why are we sitting here? Lets go."

I start the car and the back doors open. My father and Jasper get in."

I look at my Dad. And he just smiles.

"We just got to stay together. We got to watch out for each other. OK? Good. Lets go bring our Bella home."

I nod my head, start the car and speed off to Pike Place.

(Bella POV)

I open my eyes and look around. I can actually see daylight. I look around and see and feel that I am tied to a bed. My leg and head are now wrapped.

My clothes are off and I have some kind of nightgown on. No underwear.

God please don't let him have touched me, please.

I try to pick up my head and look around the room. My vision is hazy and I start to blink to try and see around me.

The room is small and dirty. The light is coming from a small window at the top of the ceiling. I must still be in a basement.

The old wallpaper is covered with red daisies and is peeling off in large sections. There is a picture of Jesus praying and looking to the heavens on one wall. And a picture of the Ascension of the Virgin Mary on the other.

A small chest of drawers is on the wall directly across from the foot of the bed and it's covered with lit candles. On it is a single picture. The picture is of me. Under the picture is a large knife.

I can feel my anxiety heighten and I try and pull at the ropes that are binding me to the bed.

They tear my skin and the blood starts to ooze out. I don't care. I need to get out of here now. I pull and tug. The blood starts to moisten the rope and it begins to slide back and forth on my wrist. I pull hard so hard the skin is ripping.

I need to get out. I tug harder and pull using all of the strength that I have left in my body. The rope moves up my wrist and gets stuck by my thumb.

The hope that I had formed turns into aggression and I give one final tug. My left hand is free.

I loosen the rope from my right hand start to undo the straps on my feet. I try and swing my leg over the side of the bed and the pain from my left leg shoots throughout my body. I try not to scream and I quickly clasp my hand over my mouth. The pain comes in huge waves washing over me. I can feel the sweat pouring off of me as I attempt to stand.

The pain is great but my need to escape takes over. I hop and slide my way to the door. I put my head against the door and listen. I don't hear anything not a sound. I wait a few moments. Still nothing.

I try and turn the handle and the metal knob grinds as I turn it. Every noise makes me more and more nervous. I hear the latch open and the door opens slightly. I look through the sliver in the door and I see a short hallway. Dark warped wood paneling covers the walls. At the end I see the back of an old green recliner. No movement. No sound.

I open the door further and start to walk down the hallway. Using the wall as my support.

I stand against the wall and peek my head into the small living room. I see an old meal TV tray holding a small television and the old green recliner. Old pizza boxes and liquor bottles are scattered on the floor. Next to the recliner is an old milk crate and on it I see pictures scattered. I focus and see that they are all pictures of me. Some in Chicago, some in Seattle, and some from Florida.

I look behind me and all I see is a large wooden door. In front of me is the door that leads outside. I try and make my way towards the door. Suddenly I hear very large footsteps above me. I cringe. This is my only shot to escape and I need to move fast.

I hobble to the door and unlock it. A long set of wooden stairs lies in front of me. I sit on the closest stair and pull myself up one by one trying to reach the large door above. The pain is my leg is getting worse but I ignore it.

Keep moving Bella. You stupid girl, you need to move. I listen for the footsteps but don't hear them anymore.

I reach the top step and pull myself up. There is a small window. I look out of the dingy lace curtain and I see policemen walking up the street. A lot of them.

Suddenly someone grabs me from behind and pulls me to the floor.

"Thought you could run? Escape from me Bella? I don't think so."

I bite the hand he has covering my mouth and I scream. I scream as loud as I possibly can.

He covers my mouth quickly and picks me up with him as he looks out the window.

"You dumb bitch. Look what you did." He clasps his hand over my mouth and squeezes my broken leg where he smashed it with the hammer.

Suddenly someone slams against the door hard almost taking it off of its hinges. He drags me up some more stairs by my arms. Someone slams into the door again and I scream.

"HELP ME!"

I see the door come crashing down. I see a large man run up the stairs toward me. It takes a moment to register. It's Emmett and behind him I see Edward. Edward pushes past Emmett and pushes us both to the ground. The impact frees my arms and I roll away from him. I watch as Emmett grabs the man by his throat. No words are spoken.

Edward grabs me and runs out the house screaming at the surrounding police. "Here! Over here! Get Emmett now."

He places me down on some cold wet grass. Holding my head in his lap.

I look at him. His beautiful green eyes are red and full of tears. I place my hand on his cheek. He's talking but I don't hear him.

"You found me Edward. I knew you would." I feel his lips on mine as I slip back into my darkness.