Point of View: Bella.
It's been seconds... minutes... nearly an hour has passed. I've been staring at the same stark white sheets for far too long and its making my head spin. As I grip the fabric in my fist, I pull it up towards my chest concealing my body. With a heavy sigh, I close my eyes and wait some more. For what, I am not sure. But one thing is certain, I want my old life back. I want to be just plain old Bella. Not the adventurous Bella I've become these last few weeks. This isn't worth it.
All I can think about is one face—Edward's. He gets me through every moment of this nightmare. Where is he? What is he doing? Surely he is as worried about me as I am about getting back into his loving arms. Yet, I can't imagine what he is going through. The look in his eyes as I saw him coming out of the hotel while I was being driven away was heartbreaking enough.
I want to berate myself for allowing these dates to happen. I know why we did them and it seemed like a great idea back then. Challenging ourselves to behave like wild teenagers in love, doing things we shouldn't be doing and behaving in ways that don't reflect who we are... were. All in the name of love. All in an effort to create a child. What were we thinking? We knew if it is meant to be it will be. But we did it anyway.
And I can't blame Alice. She planted the idea, but she never expected for us to act on it. What she said to me during lunch all those weeks ago was a joke. Plain and simple. It was said in jest to help me work through a personal problem of not conceiving. I wonder if she knows something happened to me? And if she does, I don't want her thinking this was her fault.
I roll over onto my side and stare at the plain walls. They are just that, plain. No wallpaper. No fancy paint schemes. Just plain white walls. I wish I were back home. I imagine sitting on the sofa, snuggled up to Edward, enjoying a night of wine paired with cheese and crackers. It's something we did often in an effort to keep things simple. I think Edward enjoyed it too. He would occasionally consider those his nights—the kind of night in which he would plan on cooking me dinner. The difference is he would have gone to the grocery store and purchased a variety of cheese, meats and crackers.
As much as I want to blame myself, there is a part of me, one that is trying to dominate my mind, telling me I have no one to blame except for the creep that took me. Jacob. Is that really his name? And why did he do this to me? To Edward? To us? We were supposed to have a good time. He knew the rules. He knew how the night was going to progress. I don't understand what changed. Why did he want to take me?
A thought crosses my mind. Surely Edward wasn't playing some sick joke and turning this into a kidnap themed fantasy date. Right? He wouldn't do that would he? We never talked about it and he never mentioned wanting to see me in distress. But, I sure as hell have been a damsel in distress. If that were his intentions, he wouldn't have had a petrified look on his face seeing me driven away. I think he would have ended the date long before now. Long before the cops arrived, and certainly long before I ended up in the hospital with my face banged up. The blow to my face Jacob forced on me as we left the hotel was intense—leaving me tied up in the hotel was excruciating when I awoke. None of that would be in Edward's plan had he had a secret fantasy date planned without my knowledge. No. This was all Jacob's doing. And I hope he rots in hell for what he has done to me.
Jacob had forced me off the floor and onto the bed. I expected him to do things to me and I didn't know how I would survive the night. My hands were tied up and he kept talking about the first day we met. He said I was so friendly towards him and I treated him as if he were mine. And he liked that. I had no idea what he was talking about. I remember having a brief discussion with Jacob prior to Edward showing up on our first fantasy date. Tonight, he seemed delusional. As he looked me in the eye I saw nothing. His soul was not there. It was as if something had taken over him and he was behaving in a controlled manner. It was as if he were possessed and had one thing on his mind. Me.
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