I do not own Twilight ~ Stephanie Meyers is the owner. This is just fan fiction.
.
ALL HUMAN: Bella is kidnapped and wakes up to find herself chained to a wall in the bedroom. Who is this man who kidnapped her? He looks familiar, has he been stalking her? Does she know him? What does he want with her? Will she ever escape?
.
PLEASE! A LOT OF YOU ADDED ME TO YOUR FAVORITE STORY OR AUTHOR, PLEASE ALSO REVIEW MY STORY! PLEASE! I would love some feedback.
.
MANY THANKS TO MY AWESOME BETA Liv16
.
CH3 ~We're Married?
.
Jacob POV
.
Where the fuck is she? She's seems to have disappeared. There is no trace of her. What the fuck is going on? Her bitchy friends said she had personal stuff to do. That is bullshit! I know exactly what she does and exactly where she goes.
.
Did she try to get away from me? I just wanted to take her out. I know she has nothing but her friends and me, or she will have me. I will find her and bring her home. I will not stop till I find her. I need to get more information from her dumb ass friends!
.
I have to go back and look at the photos I took of her, maybe something in there will give me a clue to where she is.
.
BPOV
.
I shake my head, "With all this money you could have just bought a wife Jasper. There are women who would do anything for this amount of money." He smiles at me, "I don't want those women, besides I already am married." He looks at me and winks, then shows me the marriage certificate. He was married before, did his wife die? I look at the certificate, it has my name on it! We are married? What the fuck? I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't think. "What?"
.
"I thought it would be better if we were married, it would mean more to both of us." I couldn't breathe and stood up, "So you forged a marriage certificate? You make me your wife without my consent and then you expect me to believe that you aren't going to beat and rape me? YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!" and I sweep my hand across the table, scattering the papers that were there up in the air and falling down all over the place.
.
The worst mistake I could have made. He just sat there and looked straight ahead.
.
Then he jumped up, the chair behind him went flying. He unlocked the chain and quickly pushed me in the bedroom and I tripped and fell onto the bed. He grabbed me and I was afraid he was going to make good on his promise and rip my clothes off. I kicked my feet in the air over and over with all my might and happened to make contact with his face, there was blood everywhere. He stood there in utter shock until he pulled me up and rammed me into the wall. What was he going to do to me?. "I'm fucking crazy? You just threw my papers and kicked me in the nose. You broke my fucking nose."
.
The look in his face, he was gripping my arms hard and I can feel his breath on my forehead. What is he going to do with me? I start to cry even harder and then stare at the window, please God let him be quick, let it be over with quick.
.
..."You are so fucking stupid. No one wants you, you're lucky I want you." He punches me in the stomach and I fall to the floor. Then he kicks my leg twice and laughs. "Now take off your clothes, get on the bed and open your legs for me." I cry and stand up even though I am in so much pain and know from the rage on his face that he this is going to really hurt.
.
"Please, I am so sorry, please don't hit me, don't rape me, please." I cry and fall on the floor using my hands to cover my face. "You're just like him. You're going to beat me just like him. WHY? WHY?" I can't stop crying, and soon start to have trouble breathing.
.
JPOV
.
She is in a wreck on the floor. What am I doing? What am I doing? What did she think I was going to do to her. She has obviously been abused. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING? I back away from her and try not to cry, she is just so sad. She is curled up in a ball clutching her hands to her head, breathing fast and crying. She looks terrified and not just of me. "I am sorry Bella." I walk out leaving her in there. I can hear her crying in there. What have I done? What has happened to her? What can I do to heal her?
.
I leave her alone while I clean myself up, I think my nose is broken. I pick up the phone and call Emmett. "Giving up already?" he laughs, "No, I think she has been abused by her father or maybe that Jacob guy. Can you dig around for me, I obviously can't leave right now. She kicked me in the nose and I think it's broken, I can't be sure. Can you look at it?" he hangs up and I know he is coming over. I then proceed to pick up and reorganize the papers. He knocks and I let him in. "What do you mean abused, like beaten? or ..." He doesn't finish the question, but I know what he's asking. "I don't know, I think both, but now I have to go with a different strategy." He pauses, "All right Jasper, I'll fill Edward in on it too."He leans my face back so he can look at my nose. "Nah, not broken just kicked in the right place to make you bleed. She's a tough one." He smiles. "I think she thought I was going to beat or rape her." Then I lost it and start to sob like a fucking baby. I know how Rosalie was after those animals attacked her, I know how hurt Edward was all the time. Now Bella thinks I am just like them. I fucked up all the progress I made with her.
.
"Why did she think that?" Emmett asked, "I showed her the marriage certificate and when she flipped out I was in the process of bringing her into the bedroom when she tripped and hit the bed. I picked her up but she kicked and it hurt. I got back and pushed her into the wall. I totally fucked this up." He shook his head, "You think that was the best way to handle that? And you and Edward tease me about not thinking sometimes? You fucked up BIG time and now you have to work twice as hard to make it right. You have to make up for your shit and that abuser's shit." I nod, Emmett's right. I have tons of atoning to do.
.
...I remember telling them my plan, all four of them. Edward was dead set against it, Rosalie was indifferent, but Emmett and Alice were all for it. Alice hugged me, she's known me for years and understood how much I've ached for Bella, she was there watching all my failed relationships. She knew I only needed one woman. Edward was more concerned about Rosalie's reaction to keeping Bella here against her will, after what happened to her, this could bring back those memories to the surface. But Rosalie surprised me, "I don't know what I would have done without Edward. At first I pushed him away, because I thought I was worthless and used, but Edward refused to let me go. He saw me for who I was, and now I can't live without him. Maybe Bella does need you? Or maybe you are fucking crazy, but either way, you are driving us all crazy. If this will make you feel better and answer any questions, then I am all for it. But we are not going down with you." She rarely spoke but when she did her words were to the point and meaningful, we all took her seriously.
.
After Emmett leaves, I make sure the doors are closed and locked. There are locks on the inside that only I have the keys to. I wanted to wait longer to show her I trust her to move freely in the house, but now I have to change my plans. I closed the office, bathroom and basement door. Not that she can get out of the house from there, but I don't want her to hide on me. I can hear her still crying, but she is breathing normal.
.
I open the bedroom door, she had been sitting on the floor the whole time and she jumps up when she hears me enter and moves over to stare out of the window again. She is still crying, still afraid to move. What have I done? The little fucking process I made was destroyed, now I have to start all over again and work even harder. I swear whoever did this to her will die, I will kill them myself. Why didn't I ask her out in high school? Maybe it was her boyfriend, but he was always so sweet to her. Deciding I need to start somewhere, I walk over to her, approaching her slowly, not wanting to scare her.
.
"Bella I am so sorry, I got angry when you threw my papers around. But what I did was uncalled for. In the moment I forgot what I was doing, it will never happen again. I promise you. I am sorry about the marriage certificate, it was wishful thinking but stupid. Of course no woman wants that. I am sorry about grabbing and yelling at you. Please I won't do that again." I wanted to hit myself. That's probably what her abuser said to her. That they would never do it again, but they kept doing it. Why should she believe me? All over some fucking papers, that mean nothing compared to her.
.
I will have to show her I can be gentle and loving and the man she can trust. The one man who will love her no matter what. I can do that.
.
"Why don't you come out and sit in the living room with me, we can watch some TV before lunch." She doesn't look at me and just stands there, her face red from crying, but she looks as beautiful as ever. I take her hand and remove the chain from her wrist, but she doesn't move from the wall, like she is waiting for me to command her. FUCK. I open the bedroom door and motion for her to go into the living room. She walks and then stops in front to the door. I close the bedroom door but don't lock it. I motion for her to continue and she does. I feel like such a fucking dick. She sits on the couch and just stares off into space. I sit on the couch too and put on the TV. I have to say something to her, anything, but then I see her start to cry.
.
"Bella, I can't tell you how sorry I am, I will NEVER do that again. I know you don't believe me, but I mean it." Why would she believe me? She tries to hide her tears, "Fine, you're sorry, I believe you." She said that like she has repeated it over and over. My heart breaks for her. So now I just sit in silence with her, hoping to prove to her that I can be the man she needs.
.
BPOV
.
What have I done in life to deserve this? Why is this happening to me? Now I know why I never talked to him. I knew deep down inside he would have been just like Eric, and I was right. Now we are sitting here on the couch pretending all is well until I mess up or get out of line, then he will punish me and apologize again. Is this my life? Maybe this is my karma for not telling anyone about Eric. Maybe this is my punishment for letting Eric get away with it. He might be doing it to another girl and this is my punishment, to spend the rest of my life living in this hell.
.
"Bella" he stops and rubs his face. "I know I keep apologizing, but I am sorry. Something happened to you and I don't want to cause you more pain. Please let me help you get over it. I want to show you I can be the man that you need and want." I start to cry again and use my hands to wipe my face, "Why does every man in my life do this to me? What is wrong with me?" He puts his head in his hands and lowers it to his knees and I hear a sob. Is he crying, but then he sits up and sighs. He turns on the TV, am I supposed to forget that he tried to beat me or rape me, am I supposed to feel bad for him?
.
We're sitting here on the couch, for an hour watching TV like a normal couple would, expect that I am only pretending to watch. I am breathing and praying that I am strong enough to survive. He gets up, "I'm going to make us lunch, would you like a cold cut sandwich or peanut butter and jelly?" I'm still pretending to look at the TV, and just ignore him. He sighs, "Bella, please, just tell me which you would like to eat, I want you to eat what you want." I am too afraid to answer, what if is the wrong answer?
.
He huffs and goes in the kitchen and takes out all the food for a cold cut sandwich and peanut butter and jelly. He puts it all down on the table, along with water and iced tea. "Come on over and you can make your own sandwich." He has organized the table so it's all set up so anything can be reached easily. Even the fucking napkins are folded neatly.
.
I stand up and go over, I am hungry but also afraid to not go over. I sit down and look at what he has put on the table. "Oh, I forgot the fruit." He gets up and puts a bowl down with some fruit and spoon to scoop it out. He takes two slices of bread and lathers them with mayonnaise. He must definitely work out, because all that mayonnaise does not produce muscles. He opens the packages of cold cuts and layers his sandwich, with Swiss cheese, turkey and roast beef. That actually looks good. I slowly get two pieces of bread and put a small amount of mayonnaise on with some mustard. Then layer the sandwich like he did. I cut it in half with the butter knife, which kind of mashes the sandwich in the middle because it's so dull. Then I scoop some fruit from the bowl onto my plate.
.
I take a bite of sandwich and feel him watching me and then raises one eyebrow. "Wow, mayo and mustard, never tried that, but it does look good." Is he seriously complimenting on my choosing of condiments? He picks up my glass, "Water or iced tea?" I motioned for the water and he looks like he is fighting a smile, at least he's not smiling at me again. He doesn't move even though I've pointed to the water. So I go for the water myself, but he moves it out of reach. "Water or iced tea, tell me which one and I will pour it for you." He wants me to speak, but I refuse to. I grind my teeth and ignore him and take another bite and continue eating. He slowly sips his water, over emphasizing that he is drinking and I am not. He licks his lips as if the water is beyond tasty, "Hmm this water is so refreshing." He says and I roll my eyes, he is fucking crazy and a baby. "Fine, can I please have a glass of water." He smiles, "Sure Bella, here you go." And pours the water in my glass. "Thank you." I grumble out. "Welcome," he laughs. I hope he chokes on that sandwich.
.
We just sit there and eat some more. "After lunch, we can look on the computer for new clothes, shoes, coats, home furnishings, or anything you want. Whatever you want to buy let me know." I nod, but don't want anything other than to leave. "Fine," I say. I scoop out some more fruit onto my plate. "Could I have some too, please?" he asks. I give him the spoon, he laughs at me, "Okay, that is fine." He scoops out the fruit. Was he trying to prove that he was not going to hurt me, cause that is just little stuff. I am just waiting, waiting for the moment that I mess up again and he punishes me.
.
He stands up and starts piling items together to bring into the kitchen. "Wash or dry this time Bella?" "Wash," I say and roll my eyes, I don't know why, but it just came out. "Yeah, I guess I know where things go, but if you want to rearrange the kitchen let me know, we can do that. Okay?" I just ignore him. I want him to leave me alone.
.
I wash the dishes, glasses and butter knife while he dries them and puts things away, I go to hand him the second dish, but it slips out of my hand and falls on the floor. I gasp and sob, "I am so sorry, I am so sorry," I walk backward and hit the wall, he looks so pissed at me, his nostrils are flaring and he is starting at me. This is it. What is he going to do?
.
He bends down and picks up the pieces and then grabs a potatoes and cuts it in half and runs both pieces all over the floor. I guess the potatoes picks up small pieces of glass. He wraps the broken pieces and the potato halves it paper and throws them out with a huff and then looks up at me and still looks pissed.
.
JPOV
.
She freaked out when she dropped the plate, did she think I was going to hit her? Throw her in the bedroom? Rape her? It pissed me off that she thought I was going to hurt her, the more she stood there trying to escape into the wall, the more I got pissed off. She looked so delicate against the wall, how could anyone have hurt her. Her beautiful curves, her long hair flowing around her shoulders, and her smell drove me mad. I walked towards her slowly, keeping my hands down. I didn't want her to think I was going to hit her. "Bella, please look at me?" she was staring at the wall, "Please Bella." She slowly turned her head to me, "Can I have your hands?" She started to sob and slowly shook her head. God only knows what she thought I was going to do. I slowly moved them up to my mouth and kissed her knuckles softly and held them to my face. I could tell she was in utter shock, she just stared at me with wide eyes. "It is an accident, it's just a plate, no big deal. Come sit down on the couch." I let go of her hand and motioned for her to follow me. She just stood there, not sure of what to do. Okay, I got her attention, that's good, now I just have prove that I am the man she needs. I bet she has never been kissed, not kissed the way a man kisses a women when he loves her.
.
She slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. I took out my laptop and handed it to her. This one was bigger and had a wide screen so we could look together, if she even allowed me to get that close. She flipped it open, "Whatever you need you add it to the shopping bag and then I will take over after that." I didn't need her seeing our address just yet. She shook her head, "I don't know what to order, I don't need anything."
.
I smiled at her and moved a little closer, she tensed, but I pretended I didn't see it. "Well what do you want? Or maybe you want me to have Rosalie or Alice get certain foods from the store?" I watched her just look at the laptop, she was so beautiful, her eyes, her nose, her lips. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but knew I ruined my chances of that right now. I let my eyes travel down to her body and took in her curves. She could see that I was looking at her body and she started to blush.
.
As I sat there waiting for her to decide on what she wanted to search for on the internet, I looked straight ahead into the kitchen. I kept thinking about how scared she was when she dropped that plate. Then I scanned the floor from where I was seated. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss any glass shards. I could see her looking at me even though her head was facing forward, she was glaring and me. I pursed my lips together in an attempt to not laugh.
.
"This reminds me of high school, sitting next to you, trying to talk to you and you ignoring me on all fronts." She looked down, "Yeah, but now I am ignoring you for another reason." I smiled, she's got an attitude and I love it. "What reason is that?" I pretend not to know and to get her to keep talking to me. "You know why, there are a few reasons."
.
"A few, I just thought there was one?" She huffed, "You kidnapped me, chained me to a wall, made me take a shower, made me eat food, made me clean, told me that we are married and then were going to beat me," I laughed and she looked at me like I slapped her. "So then, you're not upset that I am keeping you here? But you are mad that I made you eat and shower?" She was getting angry, "Of course I am mad you're keeping me here. That and the fact that you're always smiling and laughing at me." I smiled at her watching her mouth, I bet it tasted so good, "Well you didn't say that, so it doesn't count. You must like being here with me. And I can't help but smile at you, you're beautiful. And for the record, I would NEVER beat you. I don't do that to woman." She shook her head, "No, you just kidnap them and force them into marriage. Your fucking crazy if you think I like being here." But then she gasped when she said that, remembering that last time she acted out what I had done.
.
I smiled at her, "Well, yes, I am crazy, crazy in love with you Bella. You are my wife." She stared at me, I could see she was tense and confused. "That paper may say I am your wife, but I AM NOT," She was waiting for a reaction, but didn't get one. She looked away, but I could tell she was blushing, whether it was a blush of frustration or anger, or maybe something else, it was a good sign. She saw that I wasn't going to hurt her, now I had to prove that I would continue to not hurt her.
.
"Well, why don't we make chocolate pudding pie for dinner and then we can look again on the laptop." She looked at me, "I thought you were a good cook, chocolate pudding pie is easy to make." I started to smile but bit my lip, "Well I like to make my own pie crust and you're going to help me." She turned her head and rolled her eyes, but she didn't say no or call me crazy.
.
After a few minutes, she gave me the laptop and followed me into the kitchen slowly but surely. I opened the fridge and gathered the necessary ingredients and gave them to her. We walked over to the table, where I handed her a wooden mortar and pestle set and dropped in graham crackers. "Here, crush these up into a powder and drop them in the bowl. Then keep crushing and dropping." She followed my instructions, and was mashing them into fine particles. "Is your nose broken?" I chuckled at her and then tilted my head. "Concerned about me? No, not broken, just kicked really hard."
.
"Well, I was only defending myself against you. It was pure luck that I got your nose. Before you got angry you had a look of shock on your face. It reminded me of the time in lab when you dropped talcum powder and it went into the air. Everyone was coughing, it was pretty funny." She giggled, it was the most beautiful sound, her face lit up and she was so carefree. I could see us cooking meals together in here for our kids.
.
I shook my head, "Yeah, I was so embarrassed, everyone was laughing at me, but not you. You felt bad for me, I could tell even though you didn't say anything." She nodded, "I did feel bad, but I liked that all the attention wasn't on me, even for a few minutes. I wasn't the bitch anymore who dumped her friends." it looked like she might cry, but she shrugged her shoulders.
.
She had crushed all the graham crackers, I added some melted butter into the bowl, "Now mix this together with your hands." She started to mix them without hesitation and I quickly looked at her ass, it was gorgeous. I think she liked helping me. "Why would your friends think that?" she finished mixing and then I scooped out the crust into a pie tin. "Go wash your hands so you can finish here." She washed her hands in the sink and came back to the table. "Here scoop the pudding into this." She started scooping, "Because I did ignore them and did drop them, but I had no choice." She said.
.
"Was it the same reason you didn't talk to me?" She stopped for a second, and nodded yes, then continue scooping. When it was all done, I covered it and put it in the fridge. I held the chocolate covered spoon up to her, "Want a lick?" She looked at me completely shocked and then shook her head, "Come on, everyone likes to lick the spoon." I held it out to her and she licked a little piece, I licked the other side and winked at her. "You wash and I'll dry." I didn't want to push anymore questions, just in case I pushed too hard right now. This was better than nothing.
.
She brought the items to the sink and washed them and handed them to me. "Did you find anything you want to buy?" She looked over at the laptop, "No I was just looking." I put all the pots and pans away and went back into the sitting room with Bella following behind. I sat down on the couch and patted the space beside me, "Well let's keep looking, maybe you'll find something." She hesitated and then sat down, I gave her the laptop again. She moved the mouse around and I peered over her shoulder to see what she was doing. She thought I would freak out when she clicked on a an eighty dollar pair of jeans and a sixty dollar shirt. "That'll look nice on you. The shirt will show your curves." It would, it was low cut, her cleavage would show. And the jeans would emphasize that ass of hers. She looked at me, her eyes narrowing on mine, probably wishing me dead, but then turned her head.
.
"Let's order it." I took the laptop from her and typed in my user name and password, paid and then logged out. "All done, should be arriving soon. I'm having it delivered to Rosalie and then she'll bring it over."
.
She looked down, she her lips curled in anger. "What else are you going to have me do. Paint your walls, get on the floor and scrub it with a toothbrush?" I looked at her, "Well I have laundry to fold and you're going to help me." I got up and quickly went into the den and pulled out some laundry that I did last night. "I still have to fold all this." I put it down on the couch. She huffed and rolled her eyes, but stood up and started folding, but stopped. "How do you want your towels and sheets folded? Everyone likes it differently." I smiled at her, she looked at me slightly annoyed. "Sorry, I can't help but smile at you, you are really cute when you get annoyed." She turned her head away and I laughed, "This is your house too, show me how you want them folded." She rolled her eyes and folded them and I followed her lead. Then she picked up my boxers and blushed, she handed them to me. "You can fold them, I know you want to." She threw them down and she glanced at my crotch. I had to hold back a chuckle, she was checking out my package, she wanted to know what I looked like. If only she was ready for that, but I could wait.
.
When we were all done, I showed her where the sheets and towels went. Then I showed her where I put my clothes in our bedroom. "I have to ...um..." she looked at the bathroom. "Please don't tell me I have to leave it open again." I looked at her body, I wonder how she looked in the bra and panty set I gave her. I couldn't help it, and she caught me and blushed. "No. I'll be waiting out in the living room for you, but don't take too long."
.
.
BPOV
.
He was being so nice now, except for the fact that he was holding me against my will. But Eric was nice too until I pissed him off, so now it was just a matter of time before he acted out again. I finished in the bathroom, washed up and walked out into the living room. He was sitting down waiting for me, he was lounging with his legs wide open and his hands folded over his crotch. I just stood there. What do I do? I am fucking trapped here and I just want to get out. I looked at him and he smiled at me. In that moment he looked like the Jasper I knew from high school.
.
He patted the couch again and smiled, I sat on the couch. He turned to look at me. "I have a gym downstairs if you would like to workout at any time. Just let me know." he said, almost asking me. I nodded, I wonder how much time he spends down there. "You went down there when you locked me in the room?" He nods and looks at me, "Yes, I like to work out every day." I stare at his arms, he rolled up his sleeves and I can see the muscles in his lower arms. I am assuming the rest of him is too. I look at his legs and then down at his crotch again, which is partly covered by his hands. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? "Do I have something on my pants?" he asks raising his eyebrows, obviously catching me looking. "No I...um..." He laughs and I feel so stupid.
.
"Would you like to watch TV or check out the gym?" I need to get out of this room, "Check out the gym." He takes hold of my hand and stands up leaving me no choice but to do the same. He holds on tight, but moves his thumb back and forth, I am not sure how I feel about that. "I could push you down the stairs and get out." He raises his eyebrow at me when we get to the bottom of the stairs, "Yes, you could, but the keys to get out are in my front pocket. Are you willing to stick your hand in there and get the keys?"
.
I just look at him like he is retarded. He lets go of my hand and puts his hand in his pocket and moves it around almost like he wants me to look down there. Then he pulls out a set of keys, "That's where they'll be if you need them. Still thinking about getting out." I turn my head and roll my eyes.
.
I then look around the basement. It's huge and a beautiful deep blue color. There are metal towers with more cans of food than I can count, obviously he has a stockpile of food. I also notice a large freezer probably filled with meat, I hope it's just meat. Next to that is the gym with tons of exercise equipment, he has his own little gym right in the middle of the fucking woods. Off to the right is the lounging area, with a TV and two couches. This would be amazing and cool if I wanted to live here, but I don't. I see him looking at me, "Like it?" he asks. He waits for me to answer almost like he needs my approval.
.
What do you think? Like it? Hate it? Suggestions? Next... CH4 Playing House
.
PLEASE! A LOT OF YOU ADDED ME TO YOUR FAVORITE STORY OR AUTHOR, PLEASE ALSO REVIEW MY STORY! PLEASE! I would love some feedback.
.