Closer

Disclaimer: If you really think I own Twilight and right now I'm sitting in my huge mansion and chatting to Rob Pattinson and Taylor Lautner…well then something is seriously wrong.

BPOV

I needed more! These people had made it clear that I wasn't going anywhere, but maybe if I worked out what they were doing, I could find a way to escape and get back to Edward.

But would it matter? The last time I managed to see Edward, he didn't recognise me. What if the same thing happened again? What if none of them recognised me? Then what would I do? Where would I go?

I shook these scary thoughts out of my head, and went quietly downstairs. Maybe I could find some more clues?

I decided that Emma was my best chance. She was nicest to me, so maybe she would let something slip accidentally.

I found her working in the garden, watering plants.

"Hi, Bella. Look how well my roses came out." She smiled warmly at me, and gestured for me to come forward.

I smiled back, and walked forward, across the grass.

"Hey! What're you doing? I just sprinkled seeds on the grass! Don't walk over them!" A tall man came forward and dragged me off the grass, angrily.

"Who are you anyway?" He said. "I haven't seen you around here before."

I smiled. Of course he hadn't. I hadn't been around here before, I'd been in my house with Edward and the rest of my real family.

Emma came to me, hurriedly. "Don't be stupid! She's Jack's wife, of course."

The man, whom I guessed was the gardener, nodded. "Oh, right. It's good he got married again."

Emma was temporarily stunned. As was I. She looked at me worriedly, probably hoping I hadn't heard that. Jack had been married before me? Wait. I wasn't married to him. So did this mean Jack was already married? Or did something happen to that girl?

Suddenly, the gardener screamed in pain, and fell to the floor, clutching his feet.

Andrew appeared out of nowhere, and dragged the gardener up.

"Shut up! You think you can just walk in here and say anything you want. Get lost!"

The gardener limped away, terrified. I knew how he felt. I remembered the agonizing pain that I had also felt, when Andrew had made me walk across the burning floor.

I looked at Emma and Andrew.

"What did he mean?" I asked innocently.

"Nothing, honey. He was drunk. He always is." Emma reassured me.

Andrew narrowed his eyes briefly, and his mouth twisted up into a cruel and mocking smile.

"I'll punish him later. I don't like people who tell lies."

"Me neither." I muttered as he walked away.

I followed Emma into the kitchen where she was washing some gardening tools.

"Why was Andrew so angry with the gardener?" I asked Emma.

"Oh, that's just how he is. He gets mad at the slightest things. Don't worry about it. I remember, last week, he got so mad at Katie, because she went into the garage and…" She stopped suddenly, realising she had said too much.

I pressed her further. "Why? What's in the garage?" I asked.

"Nothing." She replied immediately. "Just bits and bobs." She smiled brightly, and carried on washing.

I stood there for sometime, chatting to her, so she wouldn't pick up on the fact I had noticed her little slip.

Once I left, I quickly rushed to the garage. No one was around, and the back door was unlocked, because it only led to the garage, so they knew there was no chance of me escaping.

I tried the door, but unfortunately it was locked. But I knew someone who would know where the key was.

I found her in her room, colouring.

"Hey Mia. What are you doing?" I said to her.

She looked up happily.

"Hi, mummy. I'm drawing. Look." She showed me the picture in her hand.

"That's me, that's you, and that's daddy." She said pointing.

"It's very good. What's this?" I asked, pointing at a round circle.

"That's the moon. I want to go there." She told me.

"Okay then. When you get older, I'll take you there." I smiled at her.

"Really, mummy?" Her face lit up with happiness. "Why when I'm older? Why not now?"

"Well, I would take you now, but the only path to the moon is in the garage, and the garage is locked." I told her sadly.

She giggled. "Oh you're so silly, mummy. You can unlock the garage. Daddy has a key. It's in the bedroom, behind the picture frame, of the little doggy."

I felt bad tricking her, but it needed to be done, if I was ever going to get back to my real daughter, Nessie.

As soon as she was distracted again, I went to Jack's bedroom, and found the key. I unlocked the garage and slipped inside.

It was pitch black, so I felt around for a light switch. When I found it, light flooded the garage.

It was fairly empty, but right in the middle was an old blanket. It had a plate on it, which had some leftover food. There were a few toys scattered here and there.

It looked like Mia had stayed here. There was also a sleeping bag and a pillow there.

I looked around but there was nothing else. Why didn't they want me to see this? What were they hiding?

I sat down on the blanket. Something shiny caught my eye, and I moved the plate. Next to it was a tiny silver locket, made for a child. I opened the locket and looked at the picture. Next to it was an inscription, which I read.

Then I started crying. The inscription read, 'To my darling, love mummy.' And the girl in the picture I recognised.

Mia hadn't stayed here, Nessie had. These people had my daughter. I put my head in my hands, and cried.