Alright guys, here's the chapter. It's a day late, but it's really good. Promise.

Have fun reading. There's a little bit of abuse, but nothing normal. There is NO RAPE in this chapter, so you don't have to be wary.

Have fun reading.

BPOV

You looked at me for the first time and I couldn't help but smile inside. My skin flamed, but nothing showed. I couldn't tell you how much I loved you because I was scared. I was afraid that it was all make believe and you wouldn't love me back. I knew you loved me. But it took me so long to love you in return and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I did this to you, because you of all people didn't deserve it at all.

I love you. Can't you see that? Nothing will make it any different, because it's true. I can feel it when my heart beats your name, or when you whisper words of tender, sweet love as you kiss my forehead.

It's not the sex that keeps me coming back to you, or the fact that you can make me feel better than any other man can. It's the little things you do for me. The things that make me cry because I hadn't found them earlier. What should I have been looking for?

In bags of cocaine and marijuana, in shots of tequila and things laced with liquor, pills and needles, blades . . . I should have been looking away. But him and her and them, not us . . . drove me insane. Couldn't stand it if I didn't have you to hold onto, because you are my only hope, my only breath of life, my only direction to the sanity I crave.

Sanity. Just something we use to describe normal. We were normal? What happened? I thought you loved me enough to hold me through the night, not give me the cold shoulder after I gave you my body to use at your pleasure—and mine. Please tell me you love me, because it's not my fault.

Please?

I woke up in a sweat. I knew exactly what I was doing here. It wasn't a game anymore. I wasn't married. I wasn't safe. I wasn't normal. This was shit, and I finally knew it.

I was naked in my bed again, just like I had been the morning before. That sick bastard used me again and I let him. Because he thought I wouldn't know.

I felt dirty thinking about all the things I had let him do to me, thinking I was safe. I balled my fist, but there was something lying in the palm of my hand. Paper . . .

I sat up and read the note. It wasn't addressed to anybody, but it was my handwriting. It scared me, because I knew who I was writing the letter to.

Edward? Where the fuck are you?

I missed him like crazy. But could I hold him when I got home? If I got home?

Would he be repulsed that I had done things willingly? Had sex with the enemy? Would he think of me differently?

I needed help. I didn't want to be here anymore.

So why was I?

Where are you Seth?

You said the ring would keep me safe. I don't know how long it's been, but it's been a while. A very long while.

I lay back in bed, glad that I was alone. I couldn't let anyone know that I knew I wasn't supposed to be here. I had freedom, and I needed to use it.

But how would I ever get out of here if Edward didn't come save me.

There was a knock at my door and I flinched, sitting up to croak that the unannounced person could come inside. I let the covers slip down my body, not worrying about my nakedness. It didn't matter what they saw, because it wasn't mine anymore.

Or was it.

"Good morning, my dear wife," James said, walking in. Despite the cringe that had taken place in my mind, I gave him a bright sleepy smile. I stood out of bed and stretched, walking over to him and giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. He smiled back at me.

"What do we have planned today?" I asked.

"Well I was hoping to get you away from the house today. It's a beautiful day, but I think you can make it brighter." He smiled and I smiled back.

"So semi-casual?"

"Casual should do," he said. I nodded and was off to my closet. I couldn't wait to shower. God knows what kind of things he'd done to me while I was unconscious and amnesiac.

I picked out a lacy white dress cinched at the waist with a black bow, freckle-like polka dots running down the skirt and ----- pumps. It seemed like the Bella James was trying to create. He seemed to approve, so I left the bedroom into the bathroom, taking a shower. I thought about what my life would be like if I never got rescued. That could have been a possibility, that I never got rescued you know. I mean, it wasn't like I was anything special, because I wasn't. Only a small town druggie girl who has way too much sex with her boyfriend.

And at that thought, I wished I would have told my father everything. From the time when I was thirteen up until the incident at Wendy'. Everything. I should have told him everything. And then maybe, I wouldn't be here, yearning for someone to hold me, some to get me and throw me over their shoulder and tell me that I'm safe.

I turned off the water to the shower and then wrapped a towel around my body. I blow dried my hair straight, then put on my clothing, throwing a little sweater over it in case I got cold.

James was waiting downstairs when I entered the living room. There was a red haired chick standing with him. I recognized her. From somewhere, a while ago . . .

"James, shouldn't you introduce me?" I said brightly.

He looked a little confused, but then he smiled. He must have thought I was still an airhead, even thought I wasn't.

"My sweet Isabella," he said, "this is Victoria."

Oh. My. God.

Victoria? Like the Victoria I thought was dead? That died a year and half ago?

Yup. That was her. I could see the slutty eyeliner and the tattoo of the paw-print behind her ear. Her eyes looked sunken in, and she looked still like she used drugs. She looked horrible. I couldn't believe she was my friend. My best friend, someone I trusted, and now she's working with James. I shuddered. I—I wanted to puke.

So I ran to the nearest bathroom, puking out my lungs until I could barely breath and my stomach was empty. No one came to look after me like Edward did when I got sick. I stood up, wiping off my mouth, and rinsing it out. James followed me up the stairs, rubbing my back. I cringed at his touch. He was so disgusting.

"Sweet heart, we don't have to go anywhere today. You can go back to bed if you'd like. It wouldn't matter to me," he said.

Yeah, because all you want from me is sex you conniving bastard.

I smiled weakly and stripped off my clothing, getting back into bed with just my underwear. I looked at my hand and made sure that ring was there. And it was, the same one that Seth had given me, the one that would protect me. I don't know how long it's been, but I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be protected. What if he came up later and wanted to have sex with me? Surely I would have to participate even if I wanted to puke again.

*~*~*~*

I spent the entire morning throwing up, weak and pale. I wondered what could be wrong with me.

1) Drugs. Not a farfetched idea considering half the shit that I'd gone through while getting here was completely blank in my mind. And I would put it past James to drug me until I was amnesiac.

2)Pregnancy. As much as it scared me to have a baby with that fucking slime ball, that was a reason I couldn't ignore. There was also a possibility that the baby could be Edward's, but I wasn't counting on that since I didn't know the last time I'd had sex with him.

3) Nerves. That was a huge possibility. I was one of those people that puked when I got nervous. And that wasn't even a joke.

And that was it. I couldn't think of anything else. And I hoped there wasn't anything.

James came through the bedroom door, looking at me with hungry eyes. For fuck's sake! I was freaking sick!

But he didn't hesitate when he jumped on my body, knocking the wind out of me. Then his disgusting mouth was on mine and I shouted at him to stop and called him a few names, forgetting the charades I was playing.

He looked at me, everything stopping.

"You little bitch." He smacked me across the face. "How long were you pretending?" he asked.

"Pretending what?" I said.

He hit me again.

"You're sick you know that? Pumping me full of drugs so I can have sex with you? You fucking disgust me."

He smiled an evil, creepy smile. HE pulled me by my hair and dragged me down the steps of the stairs, across the hall, into the kitchen, and then into a dark room. He led me down another set of stairs and a man I couldn't see the face of, helped him tie me up to the ceiling. My hands were tied at the wrist, making me dangle only so much off the ground; only my toes touched the ground, and that was if I tried hard enough.

"You're a stupid little cunt, you know. My wife likes it rough. But you? You're just something that disgusts me. Those drugs that you took made you perfect. And now you're nothing but a whore!" He backhanded me across the face. Blood seeped into my mouth.

"You pig. No one wants you, so you have to force them to sleep with them!" I spat the blood to the floor and hiss at the pain of the rope cutting into my skin. "Your real, dead mother would think your a disappointment, you fucking freak!"

James produced a gun, and then put the barrel right in the middle of my forehead.

"I should kill you," he said, in a conversational tone. "I should. I think it would make me happy knowing I got the last fuck out of you," he said. He smiled a greasy grin. "And then your father and pathetic boyfriend can live in peace. Huh? I think Mommy would like that. You were never her daughter, you know. Only an inconvenience."

I laughed. "You don't think I know that? She always loved you more than me, even if you were mental."

He pulled the safety off the gun. I closed my eyes.

"I was never mental, Bella. Nope. Only you. You hallucinated all the time. You though Victoria died, when she didn't. Do you remember that? And then Mommy had to put you in the crazy house fore a few days. But when that didn't work, she sent you to live with the Chief, hoping that you would get better."

None of that happened. I knew it didn't I never . . .

He was lying. He was. Because they never put me there. My Daddy would never let me be in a place like that. Victoria was—is real. Very real. She is . . . But . . .

"Tell me something," I said.

"What?"

"Am I really married to you?" I asked.

"Yes you are." He smiled and them kissed me full on the lips. "You are Mrs. James Dwyer."

I gagged. My name was changed. "Why?" I asked. "Why would you make me go through that?"

"Because. You were mine. I only made it official."

"You're an asshole," I growled. "I want a divorce," I said.

"Doesn't matter what the girl in the basement wants. Nope. It sure doesn't." He laughed. Fucking laughed.

Oh, God I was going to die.

He lowered the gun and put the safety on, putting it in the waist of his pants. Then he produced a syringe of a yellow tinged clear liquid, stabbing it right over the swell of my breasts. Instantly, I felt drowsy and tired and I couldn't keep my eyes open.

I was breathing hard and my throat felt like it was closing up. I couldn't breath . . . was this how death felt like? Because if it was, I didn't want to die. Not like this.

You know, when they said that your life shines before your eyes when you die, they were fucking lying, because all I saw was what could have happened. What should have happened. I was supposed to get married with Edward. Graduate from high school, get a job, buy a house together. Have some kids . . . it was supposed to be that way. Now, Edward was going to have to find another girl. A girl I hope he loved just as much as I loved him. Because he deserved it.

Oh, God help me. Please.

EPOV

My parents were downstairs, being useful. My mother was making dinner and snacks, a typical housewife, while my father was helping with the machines. He worked in a lab. I guess he knew.

I just locked myself in my bedroom.

There was a knock at my door, just light little rap. When I answered it, my father walked in.

"Son."

I sat on my bed and just looked at him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

"There's nothing to talk about. Do you want me to tell you how many times I've thrown up today because I kept thinking about that fucking bastard's hands on Bella? Do you want me to tell you how I can't sleep because I keep thinking she's dead? Because it's not going to make me feel any better, that's for sure." I looked at his eyes. They were actually sad. Not a fake, trying to be sympathetic sad.

"Your mother gave me the credit card bill when I landed in Forks, you know," he said. I shrugged. "Fifty thousand dollars spent a Tiffany's." He smiled.

I couldn't help but smile back.

"You must love her Edward," he said.

"I do."

"Enough to marry her?"" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then it's worth it," he said. "And it's okay to worry. But do you want me to give you something?"

"Weed would be nice," I said to him. He laughed.

"Edward."

"No, Dad, I'm fine." I sighed.

"Alright well your mother wanted me to tell you goodnight and that she loves you."

I grunted. He sighed and then he left the room.

I thought about nothing for a while, just spacing out. I didn't know what I would do if she died. It would kill me for sure.

It was a while before I stopped crying. I hadn't cried this much in my life.

There was another knock at my door. I was going to shout for whoever it was to just leave me the fuck alone, but, then I heard Alice's voice.

"Edward, it's me. Can I come in?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said.

She came in and closed the door behind her, and then crawled on my bed and into my arms. She was crying. And I couldn't help it either.

Alice and I couldn't sleep that night. They were leaving for England tomorrow, and we needed the rest, but worry was etched in Alice's face as much as it was mine. Alice made us some sandwiches, and was shopping online. I was just lying on the bed looking at the ceiling. We didn't talk to each other, and I think part of that was because we just didn't want to. Before Alice came to Chicago, she didn't know anything about James or what he'd done to Bella, other than what she'd told us that day of Alice's party. Other than that, she had absolutely no clue. But I was sure she blamed herself on everything. She blamed herself for not protecting Bella like a best friend should have.

It was about three-thirty in the morning when the doorbell rang. Alice and I looked at each other and then I stood up, looking out of my window. I couldn't see anyone, so Alice and I went downstairs to check it out.

I answered the door cautiously, finding Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper standing there. Seth hovering behind them. Jasper immediately pushed me aside and went to Alice, checking her body for foul play. Rosalie gave me a sympathetic look and Emmett just looked plain sad.

Sure, Rose, Jasper, and Emmett rarely hung out with us; I think that was Rosalie's jealousy at play. Nothing else can describe that if you ask me. And they looked like they were sad for Bella though, and that, I can admire.

Seth, however, looked normal. I pushed him into the kitchen.

"Where the fuck were you?" I asked in a low, lethal voice.

"Calm down Edward. My girlfriend had my car, so I had to take a cab, and then I couldn't find my wallet, and my phone fell into the toilet," he said. I just stared at him.

"It's been two days," I said through my teeth. I set my jaw and took a a deep breath through my nose.

"Yeah, I know. But my girlfriend was sick the first day, and then she left to her mom's house. . . I had no choice," he said. I balled up my fists. Bella was in danger, and he wanted to take care of his sick girlfriend.

"Right. You chose your girlfriend, who has a cold that's going to clear up in a few days, over Bella, who could be dead in another country. Smart move," I growled at him. He took a deep breath.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but Bella's not dead Edward. Her ring is moving on the radar."

"Did you ever think that someone could have taken it off of her? It's possible that she's dead you know," I said softly. I looked away from him, past him, pinching the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes, trying to concentrate.

"Edward, you're being a real asshole right now you know that?" Alice said from the doorway to the kitchen. "Come on," she said.

"You know where the guest room is," I said to him, as I left the kitchen.

I ushered everyone else upstairs, into my bedroom. Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rose were all sitting on the bed. I just stood against the wall.

"What are you guys doing here?" I said.

"I called them," Alice squeaked softly.

"Why?"

"Because you were this close from killing yourself, Edward." Alice held her fingers only a few millimeters apart, emphasizing her statement.

I stayed silent.

"Okay," Rosalie said. "I may not have thought Bella the greatest person in the world, but she still didn't deserve this. No one ever deserves this." And I knew she was speaking from the heart. Because it happened to her.

"You know, Bella's not going to suddenly like you because you have something in common, Rose. It just doesn't happen. She probably won't even remember me."

"Why do you say that?" Jasper said. I looked at him.

"I don't know, but I can just feel it. He changed her, whether she liked it or not. And when we got get her, she's going to think we kidnapped her instead of the other way around," I said. "It's not unheard of you know."

"Yeah, but she'll get better, Edward. She has to." Alice was looking at me, trying to figure me out. I was tired. I was worried. Pissed off, sad, anxious, and nervous. I just needed some sleep. That was for sure.

Alice and Jasper went to Alice's room, and Rosalie and Emmett went to the guest room down the hall. I lay back in my bed, in the dark, staring at the ceiling. What if I was right and she did forget me? Got brainwashed and that was the end of the story. Shit happens you know.

And I didn't think I was ready for it.

*~*~*~*~*

It took a few days to get the arrangements situated, because we had to organize with the police in Canterbury. We couldn't just ambush alone since we were American. We needed the native's help.

The next morning, Alice and I introduced Maggie to Rose, Emmett, and Jasper. She gladly let them stay.

I however, was going to England with The Chief, Leah, and the team.

And it was an agonizing trip to England. The only reason Seth, Leah and the Chief let me come, was because she probably would come to me first. At first they didn't think it was a good idea, but then Leah decided I would be helpful, so they let me go. Bella wasn't really on good terms with her father. And neither was I.

We were in a private jet that was owned by a very wealthy company, in which Leah actually worked for. But I hadn't realized that without Alice by my side, I was a mess. All I could think about was actually finding Bella, but dead. I mean, how else was she able to be in a bistro in the middle of the day? It just didn't add up.

But even worse, I would hate to find Bella alive, and completely brainwashed. It had already been almost four days. It was possible that Bella wouldn't be Bella anymore.

But I knew I would feel that she was dead. I didn't know how, but I knew I would. I just did. And Alice would know too. She just would.

And that was the end of it.

The chief interrogated me.

"Maggie tells me you're engaged to my daughter."

I froze. I turned to look at him. He was neutral.

"Tell me why."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I just looked down at my hands.

"Why are you trying to torture my daughter?"

"Torture?" I said confused. "I'm not trying to torture anybody. I just told Bella that I wanted to marry her."

"And why's that?"

"Because I fucking love her! Why the hell is that so fucking hard to believe?" I said to him. I wish I could have stood up and walked away somewhere, but being that we were on an airplane, a good thirty (thirty five?) thousand miles off the ground, give or take a few, I was completely screwed.

"You love my daughter?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yes. Why is that so hard to believe? So hard to acknowledge the fact that somebody actually loves Bella?" I took in a deep breath.

"Well, son, your record isn't exactly clean," Chief said. And he was right. I was busted for possession of weed in the ninth grade, and then again a few months later. Mom didn't care. She left me in JDC. She never cared. Now, if I had been with my Dad . . .

"And? You tend to overlook the good in people Chief. I mean, I haven't done anything since the beginning of the school year," I said. He stared at me, disbelieving.

"So tell me again why she was in Chicago and not in Phoenix?" he asked.

"Because he threatened her while she was visiting. She came to visit me. Is that so hard to believe?"

"That she spent three hundred on a plane ticket that ended up getting her kidnapped?" he snarled.

"Chief. For starters, I had paid for the ticket. I did, because I wanted to see her just as much as she wanted to see me. Not because we have sex, but because I love her. Because what you and her mother don't realize is that she's not that bad person you make her out to be. She's smart, maybe not excellently book smart, but she knows things I wouldn't ever. And she's beautiful. And I'm not just talking about the curve of her waist. I'm talking about the way . . ." I didn't even know what I was talking about. I just closed my mouth and looked away. "It doesn't matter anyway."

"And why not? If you say you love my—"

"I do! And I don't have to tell you anything, because you're the one who agreed for her to move away from Forks in the first place. If you had fought a little bit more to keep her, maybe she wouldn't me in this fucking mess." I clenched my jaw and looked away from him.

"You're probably right," he said. And I did a double take at him, because I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"What?" I asked incredulously.

All my life, as soon as I started doing drugs, I always tried my best to stay out of Chief Swan's way. Just couldn't handle it. Never wanted to get caught high. And I never knew he had a daughter. Never thought I'd fall in love with her either. Never thought I'd fucking fall in love, that's for sure. But Bella ended up turning me into this mushy guy she wanted. Saying romantic things and taking her out to the fair. I'd never done that. But she changed me as much as I'd changed her. And that was a good thing.

"You probably do love her more than anyone could ever. Granted, she's my daughter, but I don't know who she is, and she never let me try to get to know her." Chief had a sad face on.

"It's because she's done things that you wouldn't approve of," I said. "And she didn't want to be seen in such a bad light."

"But what about you? I didn't approve of you and somehow you got her off of drugs. Off the streets. To stop turning tricks. Can't say I don't approve of you now," he said.

"So what are you trying to say?" I asked. My mind was running with a billion possibilities.

"I'm saying that you keep my daughter safe and I'm okay with that. And so, when this is all over, and Bella's better, I don't mind it if you do marry her," he said.

I couldn't believe it. "Really? You're letting me marry your daughter?"

He nodded. "Why wouldn't I. You make her a better person. And Godammit, she somehow changed you so that you're not on my nerves anymore," he said. I couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks Chief," I said.

"I guess it's Charlie now," he said.

I wasn't going to push my luck there though.

We arrived in England rather quickly since we were on a private jet.

It was almost evening in London when we go there, the sun just going under the horizon.

Seth gave everyone instructions on where to go. Bella was at a house now. A house in Canterbury, so it would take a while before we could get there.

He passed out guns, and then skipped me. I wasn't getting. Fuck. I was paired off with Charlie, because that's just where Seth put me.

"You're with Chief. You're probably the fastest runner here, so it works to your benefit. Just watch his back."

I nodded and crossed my arm over my chest. At least they gave me bullet proof vest.

The background on James was pretty heavy. He's had charges from kidnapping to rape, to even murder, but no one could ever pin anything on him. It was dangerous, and if I saw the bastard, sure as hell I wouldn't hesitate to kill him that's for sure.

"Okay guys," Seth said. We have to get sight of the suspect before anything, and then Paul and Jared will go ahead and sneak in and find Bella. Leah and I will keep watch on James, and then Edward and Charlie will go in and follow Jared and Paul and get Bella out. Emily will be waiting in the car. Everybody set?"

Everybody nodded, so we all climbed into the car and Emily drove to the car to where we had to be. It took a while to get there, more than a while since she was in a completely different city. A completely different city.

I talked to Leah during the trip. I was anxious, nervous, and out of everybody, she was the only one who saw that.

She tried to take my mind off of what was going to happen.

"How old are you?" I asked her.

She smiled. "I'm only nineteen," she said with a bright smile. "Seth is thirty one."

"Wow, that's a jump."

She smiled. "Sure is. I was a surprise to my parents. They're in their late fifties."

"Wow. Why aren't you in college?" I asked her. She was such a pretty girl. She had wicked long jet black hair she kept down and these hazel eyes that held so much life. She was so young to be doing shit like this.

"Seth wanted me to help him, so I just joined the force. I'm pretty good, so it's cool. And I like it anyway. It's . . . justifying."

"Wow."

She smiled at me. "What do you want to be?" she asked me.

I shrugged. "Don't know. I mean I wanted to be a musician, but I don't think that's ever going to happen, and I sort of wanted to be a doctor, but I wasn't sure of that either. I mean, it's not like I need money, you know. But I don't want to do something boring either. I just want to be whatever Bella wants me to be. If she wants me to be her loyal foot servant . . . you can guess where I'm going with this right?"

Leah laughed. "Sure, dude. But you've got to want to do something. Edward, just set your mind on something."

"I will. After all, I am only seventeen, and I'm still a junior. I've got a little time." I smiled at her and then she smiled back.

"You're a good kid Edward, even if your record isn't so shiny." She grimaced and then she winked at me.

It was a while longer until Canterbury.

But it was well into the night when we arrived. Perfect, because no one would notice a bunch of people in black walking around the house.

So Paul and Jared entered the house and then they told chief where they were going over the phone. The police of Canterbury were a little far back. They were watching for trouble, and Seth would tell their chief when to move in. It was so coordinated, it wasn't even funny.

The chief and I waited on the side. I paced while he cleaned his gun. He knew as much as I did that he was going to use it. And it scared me a little bit. I'd never seen a person get killed. The closest too that was Bella over the summer . . .

I shook my head and continued pacing. It made me nervous how close Bella was and how I couldn't even see her.

"She's in the basement. We're hidden in. You can come in, Paul's keeping watch at the door," Jared said over the radio.

"Got it," chief said. He nodded his head and I climbed through the window. He followed me closely, his gun already cocked and ready to go.

But the, there was a gun shot, and I heard Leah scream.

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