AN: Thanks for your patience. Up now, Bella's Point of View.

Darkness.

I can't see anything.

A glimmer of light seeps through a spot off to my left. Glancing, it appears to be a curtain with the outside light trying to sneak its way into this room.

Where am I?

Pain.

It hurts.

My left cheek throbs and my eye feels swollen shut. I can't seem to make sense of what happened to me. When did my injuries take place and by whom?

What the hell happened?

My mind tries to recall all that happened, but the thoughts don't come quick enough. I want to move, but my hands are tied behind my back.

I remember arriving to the hotel for the start of what I assumed would be an incredible fantasy date. Perhaps I was more focused on the hot sex after the fact more so than the fantasy leading up to my intimate time with Edward. But I recall it starting out differently than expected.

Parking my car, I thought about the events about to unfold. I didn't think Edward really wanted to follow through with this idea. I could see it in the depths of his eyes when I suggested it to him. They didn't have the spark like the other times we spoke of fantasy date ideas. As I shut my car door, I wondered how the two guys might act towards one another. I hoped they were at least enjoying their beer, if nothing else.

"Bella?" I heard my name as I walked in the hotel main entrance.

Looking towards the person stating my name, I saw a tan familiar guy. "Yes?"

"I'm Jacob."

Jacob? Oh Jacob, the guy who is meeting my husband. Why is he in the lobby and not with Edward?

"Hi." I wanted to say more, but I was slightly perplexed. He should already be interacting with Edward. Having him out in the hotel lobby was completely unexpected. Sensing my confusion, he clarifies. "I was running a few minutes behind. I'm glad I saw you though, you can point him out to me."

"I'm sure he will be the only one sitting at the bar waiting for his date." A date who was apparently running late.

"You might be right. Perhaps he should have suggested having a rose waiting on the bar with him. Or, maybe I should have brought him one. Think that would ease his mind?"

"I don't think anything will ease his mind. Just enjoy yourselves. It will be fun." I think.

He paused a moment too long as he looked deep into my eyes. "Fun, it will certainly be fun, indeed."

Uncomfortable with his staring, I try to make light of us entering the bar with a little laughter followed by my appreciation for him joining in our date. "And, thanks for doing this," I said.

He walked towards Edward, and I walked towards a seat with a decent view of my husband. As I sat down to enjoy the show, I began wondering if we should even follow through with this date.

I should have listened to my gut instincts...

Scared.

What is going to happen to me?

My mind can't comprehend being in this moment. It doesn't want to. The light trickling in leads me to assume I am in a hotel room. As with most typical rooms, I suspect my captor has me between the bed and the bathroom wall. I have no where to move to my right since there is a wall, and to my left is the bed.

I hear the sound of the toilet flushing, followed by a male making a grossly sound from his nose and mouth. My heart races as I realize he is in the bathroom and is about to come out. Do I pretend to still be passed out? Kick at him when he approaches? The decision could prove life or death for me.

Trying to get back into the position when I was out cold, I realize it is incredibly uncomfortable. There is no way for me to stay like that for an extended period of time as I come up with a plan for escape.

The knob turns, and the door opens. The shadow of a bulky figure is cast on the wall by the light from the bathroom. Rather than turning it off, he uses it to illuminate the room. Walking around the corner, I see my captor.

"My beautiful brunette is awake."

"...The beautiful brunette..."

Walking past Edward and Jacob, I heard those three words. This guy should be focused on Edward, not on me. Feeling very uncomfortable with the start of this date, I decided I just needed to stop it before it gets further. There's no sense in prolonging this. Edward wasn't too keen on this date, and now the guy joining us seems to have an agenda. I think I can pull this off without making it too obvious. The way Edward's chair is positioned, I will just motion for him to join me by the bathrooms. Jacob shouldn't see me, unless he turns around. I don't think using the cell phone would be ideal because the guy is too close to Edward—he might overhear me, or get an idea from Edward's side of the conversation.

Stepping into the bathroom, I don't even use it. Instead, I placed my purse on the counter so I could wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I decided stopping the date is exactly what I wanted to do. I'm not feeling it and am confident Edward would agree. I grabbed my purseand carried it in my hand rather than slung over my shoulder.

Opening the door, I stepped into the dark corridor intent on stepping just a little further so Edward could see me. Instead, a large arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me backwards. He began to choke me causing me to drop my purse.

I'm scared and can only think of trying to pry the muscular arm away from neck. He's hurting me but I can't scream. As I succumb to the darkness, I realize a man waited for me to exit the bathroom and I have no way to tell Edward I'm in trouble.

Fighting.

How will I fight this guy?

I want to survive. I want to see Edward again.

"I'm not YOUR brunette. Let me go." I struggle to release my wrists emphasizing for his benefit I am willing to fight to live and get out of this situation.

"I have to disagree. I think you are mine considering you are in my room, attached to my bed, for me." He continues to stand over me showing his authority.

"What do you want from me? Please. Let me go." I struggle some more with attempting to release myself from the bind.

"Now, now Bella. Let's not hurt those pretty little wrists of yours. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

He's concerned about my wrists? My face feels bashed in and he doesn't want me to hurt my wrists?

My body felt weightless as I was placed in the front seat of the car. As I came to, I wondered what in the world happened to me. My throat hurt from being strangled, but sensing that was the least of my worries, I slowly opened my eyes as someone sat next to me in the drivers seat.

In the passenger seat of an unfamiliar car, I saw us backing out of the parking spot. Scared to move, I do so anyway. Now is the time to escape while the car is in slow motion. I glance over to see Jacob perspiring profusely, eyes focused straight in front of him as he maneuvered through the parking lot.

As quickly as my hand reached for the door release, he reached for my arm. In a stern voice, he said, "Don't even think about it."

The car sped up as he drove by the front of the hotel—the same moment I saw Edward bursting through the doors screaming my name. "Bella!" He is glancing everywhere but right in front of him.

"Edward!" I try for the handle again because I didn't think he could hear me.

"I said Don't!" Jacob said as I turned to look at him in defiance. Rather than seeing his face, I was met with a heavy fist as he punched me in my cheek. My head whipped towards the door and smashed it hard.

Edward saw me, he saw me in the car. I just know he did. Didn't he? Surely he captured the license plate? Or the color of the car?

A/N: Thanks for reading.