Chapter Fourty-Four
Her eyes came open slowly.
Her head throbbed.
Her mouth tasted awful.
She gagged.
"You're awake at last," a familiar voice rang out. "I thought maybe we'd given you too much. It would've ruined everything to kill you so soon."
Bella's breath caught in her throat at his words.
Who was he?
She tried to put the pieces together. She knew him. She just couldn't place him.
Her head was so foggy.
Where was she?
Where was Edward?
"Who are you?" she croaked. "Why – why are you doing this to me?"
She was met with nothing but silence.
Shifting slightly to ease her numb legs, she was shocked to realise that she was tied to a chair.
Her muscles tensed as she remembered another time, another place, bodies tied to chairs.
"Are you going to kill me?"
More silence. And then, "yes."
"Why?"
"Because you're mine."
Bella squeezed her eyes shut, two fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
What had she let herself in for? When she'd told Rose and Alice what she wanted to do with her life, they'd warned her that there would be crazy people, weird fans… God how she wished she'd listened to them.
But then she wouldn't have Edward. And wasn't he worth everything?
She had no clue the hit was coming until it connected with her face.
She felt a bone in her jaw crack as pain lanced through her.
"Don't you dare think of him when you're with me!" he screamed as spit flew into her face.
She forced her eyes open and gasped as recognition finally hit.
"Jacob?"