Author's Note: Firstly a shout out to my first reviewer "It's A Jacob Thing". Virtual hugs and brownies to you! Secondly – to all who reviewed last chapter – thank you so much. You guys really helped keep my spirits up. And even if you didn't review – I got so many story alerts and favorites that I was jumping out of my chair happily. Thirdly – I want to let you guys know that this story is headed to a very dark place. This story is rated M for more than just the sexual content but in this chapter there is non-consensual sex taking place. I feel like I needed to give you guys a head's up. This was very difficult to write as this has happened to me personally and I struggled with this – I apologize for the long wait, but that is why it took me so long.

The Truth and the Consequences

Chapter 16

I decided to head to the bathroom to brush my teeth before bed. I was shocked to find the tiny little bathroom was no more. It had been expanded to a reasonable size and had a beautiful sink that sat on top of a granite slab countertop. I looked at the weirdly shaped faucet and tried to figure out how to turn it on. I checked underneath the opening for some sort of handle but the water came on and gushed over my wrist in cascade of warmth. I pulled back surprised and messed with the faucet a little more coming to the realization it had one of those motion sensors on it. I lifted my brow and shook my head. Only Esme.

My toiletries were where I expected them to be, in a small bag inside the medicine cabinet. When I opened the door a light flickered on in the cabinet. It just kept getting more ridiculous. I brushed my teeth and used the toilet before deciding that I really needed a hot shower to get all the crud off of me, regardless of how tired I was.

I stepped into the glass enclosed shower gingerly and looked around at the various nozzles and sprayers that seemed to be everywhere. I wasn't sure where to stand to keep from getting sprayed with ice cold water. I decided to just huddle into the corner as best I could – and I lifted the handle. Water sprayed everywhere but instead of being icy cold, it was already at the perfect temperature. I began to wonder if they had replaced the water heater as well.

Despite not liking change – generally speaking – I was happy with the improvements to the house. I knew Charlie was thrilled and I could definitely get used to having warm water all the time.

I got out of the shower and reached for one of the pristine new towels that hung on a silver rack next to the shower. I gasped in surprise – the towels were heated as well.

I lingered after drying myself, just soaking up the heat in the room. It was such a nice change. At long last I dragged myself out of the bathroom and back into my room. It was definitely colder here.

I opened my closet and pulled out some flannel pajamas. I dropped the towel on the floor and changed before finding a hair clip to pull my damp mane off of my neck.

I checked to make sure the lock was down on the window before sliding into bed. I didn't want Edward coming back to "talk". Even though I knew the wolves were watching the house I still felt paranoid. Like there was something we hadn't thought of – a loophole. I wracked my brain to figure it out. I watched the glowing numbers on the clock steadily change.

Eventually I felt myself drifting off.

I jerked awake a moment later when I felt a prick on my left arm. I blinked my eyes and gasped but before I could even move a washcloth had been placed over my mouth and nose. I struggled but there was no moving against the impenetrable stone that held me there. I breathed in something that smelled sweet and alcoholic and I felt dizzy and disoriented. The cloth was gone now but Edward moved me to an upright position and then there was nothing.

I find myself awake in an airline seat. I try to shake off the leaden feeling in my limbs but they aren't obeying me. My mouth is dry and cottony.

"Welcome back, sleepy head."

My eyes focus on Edward sitting in a seat that is facing mine. The light from the windows outside is making his skin shimmer. I can't believe he'd risk being seen.

I try to cuss him out but I can't really make my mouth form words.

He studies me intently before saying something to himself and reaching into his pocket, pulling out a syringe.

"I'm going to give you the antidote for what I gave you earlier – it takes about ten minutes to completely be effective. You'll soon be able to move normally again. I should caution you that we are on a private jet and will not be reaching our destination anytime soon. There is no one else on board. Right now the plane is on auto-pilot. So – you need to behave yourself. Okay?"

I can't even speak much less move my head to answer. The only thing I seem to have some control over is my eyes. I squeeze them shut and feel a prick on my arm.

Slowly, I start getting some feeling back. I move my fingers and flex my arms. Soon I'm able to move whole body.

Edward hands me a glass of water that I gulp down greedily.

"Bathroom?" I ask quietly.

"In the back, on the left."

I stand up and find that my body is pretty much normal. I walk to the back, taking stock of everything I can – where the emergency exits are – anything that can be of use to get away. I see a phone near the bathroom door and catalogue that in my mind. I know I might not be able to get to it now – but maybe when he's landing the plane I'll have a shot. I reach the bathroom and close and lock the door behind me. Immediately I sink to my knees. I wrap my arms around myself and allow myself to fall to pieces.

I shake with broken sobs. How could this have happened? Where were the wolves when Edward broke in? How could he have had time to drug and kidnap me? What about Charlie? How could Edward take me away from him like this when so recently I'd run off to Italy?

And Jake?

I start trembling, feeling panic well up in me and boil over. My soul is screaming for Jacob – my Jacob. My mate. My imprint.

I stop suddenly, forgetting to breathe. My imprint? Where had that come from? Just saying it in my mind fills me with purpose, with power, and somehow I know that it's true, I know it as surely as I know the sky is blue. It doesn't matter how or when or why. It's enough to know it. Why didn't he tell me sooner?

I shake my head back and forth, trying to focus. I need to be strong and I need to find a way back home.

I stand up shakily and shove the door aside. I practically run down the aisle, between the seats, straight at that piece of shit vampire who is standing in the aisle with his arms crossed casually, and I shove Edward with everything I have in me. Of course he doesn't move an inch.

"How could you! I hate you!" I scream at him. "You fucking insane psychotic asshole! Take me home! Right now!"

He captures my wrists none too lightly. My broken wrist throbs painfully but I'm past caring.

"Calm down, love. You don't want me to drug you again, do you?"

I look up at him, disbelief on my face. He stares down at me, his eyes as black as coal.

"How could you ever think this was okay?" I ask, my voice cracking. "I never thought you would ever be capable of this."

He sighs. "When it comes to you – I'm capable of anything if it means keeping you safe."

I try desperately to swallow my fear, but I can't stop crying. "You're not the one that gets to make this kind of decision, Edward. This is my life and what I do is my choice. How dare you take that away from me!"

He looks pained. "I don't want to take away your freedom of choice – but you need to choose better. Jacob is not right for you. I am. Bella, we belong together."

I shake my head vehemently. "No, we don't. We never did. You were right all along. I never should have gotten to know you, never should have been friends with you, and I made the worst decision in my life when I fell in love with you. But I've corrected all that. I don't love you, Edward. I don't want to be with you, ever again. I'd rather die. And Jacob is right for me – perfectly right. I am his imprint and we will be together!"

He drops my wrists and takes a step backward. "Don't you dare say that."

"I will never be with you willingly! I don't love you. I don't want you," I say with conviction, hoping that he'll turn the plane around, and take me home if he sees how serious I am.

"Is it because I've never given you what you wanted?" he asks quietly, stalking forward and pulling me against him. "Because I'm going to give you what you want, everything you want. You think Jacob knows what he's doing when he touches you? Hmm? He's an inexperienced child. I've had decades to learn everything I need to do to please you."

"This isn't about sex! How could you even think that?" I shriek, angry beyond belief.

He quirks his brow. "Isn't it? You've been begging for me to take you since our first kiss. I held back because I wanted to do things the proper way. I didn't want to endanger you while you were still so fragile. But you… you turn around and get into bed with a shape-shifting teenage boy. You put yourself in more danger in that situation than I would have ever put you had I taken you to bed myself. But I plan to correct my mistake, Isabella. I will be your first, and only."

"I will never sleep with you!" I cry out, furious beyond belief. "I will never give myself willingly to you, sexually or otherwise."

"Willing or not, I will have you," he snarls, giving me a shove.

I fall to the carpeted floor of the plane. I stare up at him, absolutely terrified. I've never seen him look so evil.

He kneels down and pulls my legs apart roughly.

"No, Edward!" I scream. "Please, no! Don't do this!"

"Shut your lying mouth, Isabella."

I cry hysterically as he rips the clothes from my body.

"You belong to me. You don't belong to that fucking dog," he enunciates every word, practically spitting them at me.

"Jacob!" I scream in terror, praying that somehow he can hear me, that he can stop this, that he can save me.

Edward is hovering over me and looking down with a deranged sort of sneer on his face. "You're mine," he growls as he pushes himself inside of me for the first time.

I scream in pain. "You're hurting me! Stop!"

He doesn't even bother to pretend. We both know this is not love – this is rape.

I can feel the warmth of my blood, and smell the coppery tang of it in the air. Edward holds his breath but continues to pummel into me. I close my eyes and pray that it will be over soon, that he won't kill me in the process. But I can't stop crying.

When he's finished, he climbs off of me, crudely zipping his pants and heads toward the front of the plane, leaving me bleeding, naked, and in pain on the floor.

I curl into a ball, feeling as cold as I ever have in my life. I wish I was dead. I rock myself back and forth, murmuring Jacob's name.

Jacob… Jacob… Jacob…