Carlisle's POV

I'm not sure why, but I expected this ride home to be silent and full of tension. Once we had left Amanda on the ground, I assumed things might be more relaxed. She had only instructed one guard to accompany us on the plane and all he did was stand in the corner and mind his own business.

As strange and tension-filled as this ride was, Bella, bound and restrained, refused to let it be silent.

"Thanks for springing me from the joint, you guys!" she exclaimed gleefully.

Her wheelchair was placed right next to my seat. She leaned in as far as she could, which wasn't much, to whisper to me. Probably for the benefit of the guard rather than my family. I assumed she remembered that we could all hear it.

"Once we hit the ground I'll take out the fuddy-duddy in the corner," she said. "You guys can take off and no one will be the wiser!"

I sighed. "Bella, we're here to help you. We didn't take you out of that place just to let you continue with a life of crime."

She sighed louder than I did and relaxed back into her restraints. "Well you're no fun!"

A long time passed in near silence. Every now and again Bella would snicker, or erupt into blatant laughter. I wished I had Edward's gift so I could know what thoughts were evoking the outbursts. Even then, it wouldn't do me much good considering not even he could read her.

"Ya know what?" Bella suddenly mused, unprovoked. "We can pay you!"

We all turned to look quizzically at her.

"Mistah J got money," she continued, ignoring our facial expressions. "Tons of it! He's pay you if you let me go!"

Rosalie shook her head and her expression told me that she'd had enough whining for the day.

"We're not letting you go!" she shouted harshly from the font of the plane. "We're not letting you out of our sight, we will not be letting you go back to killing people and we most certainly are not going to let you run off with the psychopathic clown man! ENOUGH!"

I looked worryingly at Bella's face. The Bella I knew would have felt intimidated, threatened and frightened at the venom on Rosalie's words. She would have sunk down and the fear would have shown in her eyes.

But she didn't. Bella didn't move. Her expression wasn't cowardly, it was… amused? She smiled wider.

"He'd pay you if you let me go…" she repeated, then her eyes glazed over. "Or he'll just take me if you don't!"

Once again she erupted into giggles, hard enough that her chair swung back and hit right into Edward's seat.

No one dared to move.

Bella's POV

The next thing I knew my chair was in motion! I laughed harder. It stopped when my chair knocked into something behind me.

I looked back and there he was. He hadn't said a word or even looked at me since we boarded the plane. I guess his creation was too much for him to bear. He did create me! This was his fault!

Though, I guess I should thank him. Without him leaving I never would have met the true love of my life.

His face tensed, when he reaized I had collided with his seat.

"Bella…" he trailed off.

I smiled. "Eddie! It's great to see you again, really!" I decided to try my luck once more. "You'll let me out of these awful restraints, won't you Edward?" I widened my eyes for sympathy.

His brow furrowed. For a split second, I swear he was about to crack. But, just as quickly as it came it went away and he looked at me as if he was in pain.

"Bella… I'm not going to do that… I'm sorry."

I pursed my lips. "Fine then! I thought you loved me once but I guess I was wrong!" I huffed dramatically.

The pain on his face was so clear, I smiled even wider. He deserved to feel pain. He deserved to feel every unpleasant feeling there was!

I exaggeratedly turned my head away from him. "Wheel me back. I don't want to be with you anymore."

He did as he was told and gently nudged my chair to the middle of the aisle. This plane was weird. No nice colors, no comfy seats. Just a grimy, dirty looking army plane. Yuck. I needed to get out of here. But I knew there was no way that was happening as long as I'm strapped to this chair.

I decided to stay silent from now on. God knows that if I open my mouth once, I may just give away the entire plan. Mistah J hated that. It's gotten me many a beating in the past. But I'm better now. I know when to keep quiet.

Edward's POV

Nothing pained me more than to deny something from Bella. She was so broken; at this point the sheer guilt of what I've done to her would drive me to agree to anything she asked of me.

And my family seemed to know that. They'd heard Bella's request and a flood of reassuring, comforting and stern thoughts interrupted my own. I knew I wasn't going to jeopardize this for her.

Bella was expectantly upset and I gently pushed her away from me. It was one of the hardest things I've had to deal with since we came here.

The rest of the flight was more noticeably tense. Bella had suddenly become silent, no more laughing fits or requests. While this put everyone else at ease, it somehow made me more anxious. What could she be thinking?

Bella's POV

When the plane finally landed, the guard wheeled me down and out. We were in a forest. Finally, some fresh air! I didn't pay attention much to what the guard was saying to the Cullens. There were two vans parked a few feet from the plane.

The one with three security men standing next to it was probably mine.

Once all was said and done, the guard wheeled me to the van. My mind started spinning, as it usually did, and the ride became a lot more fun.

"Yippeeeee!" I sang out as we moved.

When we finally got to the van, the guard who brought me quickly turned around to go back to the plane. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Cullens piling into the other van that was a few feet away from mine.

I wonder why they didn't park them closer together? In case I got out, probably. To keep them safe. Little did they know they were safer than these damn security people.

"I'll sit with her in the back," one of the men volunteered. "You guys can go up front."

Hey… I know that voice…

They quickly hopped in and the man rolled me into the back. Once the door shut behind us and the van started moving, he turned to me and ripped off his helmet. Jonny!

Jonny is my puddin's main henchman, when I'm not there, of course. I opened my mouth to let out an excited shriek but he placed a hand over it before any sound could escape.

"Mister J sent me," he explained in a hushed whisper.

I smiled wider than I thought was possible! My Puddin… he did love me! I knew it! I knew he'd find me!

"Here," he said, placing something in my hand. I looked down. A cellphone! I gripped it firmly and pushed it a bit under my sleeve. "He said he's gonna come for you. He told me to say that if you know what's good for you, you won't tell anyone his plans."

I nodded. I would have said I'd never dream of it! That I loved him more than life! That I'd rather die than betray him! But Jonny's hand was still on my mouth.

"He said keep the phone hidden. He would tell you when the time was right."

I nodded again and Jonny finally released me.

"Oh Jonny!" I exclaimed in a whisper. "I'd hug you right now if I could!"

He chuckled and put the helmet back over his head.

"Good to see you, Bella. We miss you back home."

I sighed. "I miss you too." My mind went straight to Mistah J's face. "But I'll be home soon! I promise. Even if I have to burn their house to the ground with them in it!"

This may be the only way to kill a vampire, not that it would be possible. Bombs, however….

I became lost in my mind once again and suddenly, the vehicle came to a sudden halt. My chair almost flew forward but Jonny held me in place.

"I'll see you soon, Bella," he said, moving to open the door. "Remember, be ready."

I nodded as the door swung open. He wheeled me outside as if nothing happened. The phone was snuck half under my sleeve and my hand covered the rest. Good thing I was better at concealing my emotions. If I panicked, it would over. And I'd pay the price!

Jonny wheeled me silently through the doors of the mansion the Cullens were staying in. They had gotten here before us, clearly, and were waiting in the living room.

"What are you looking at?!" I asked, annoyed by the stares. "Haven't you ever seen a demented killer clown girl being wheeled into your house before?"

I laughed when Emmett cracked a smile. Then Rosalie punched him. I was surprised I remembered all their names.

As I was wheeled in a looked at them all and recalled them. Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Esme….

Wait. There were two missing. I think. Who knew anything these days?

"They're setting up you room," Esme said. "Making it more welcoming."

I laughed. They all looked at me in confusion.

"What's so funny?" Alice asked.

I wasn't even sure myself. This made me laugh harder.

"Bella," I heard Carlisle's voice. "It's all ready for you." He looked up at the guard. "We can take it from here."

"Just remember the rules," Jonny said, gruffly. I chuckled.

With one last sneaky squeeze of the shoulder, Jonny was gone. The vans fled off and I was alone in the house of vampires.

"Bella," Carlisle said slowly. "We're going to untie you now."

I heard a range of gasps from the crowd and rolled my eyes.

"He's the docta!" I say.

"Carlisle, think about this," Esme pleaded.

"You can't be serious!" Rosalie butts in.

"Even I think that would be a disaster," Emmett chimes in.

"I understand the concern," Carlisle defended himself. "But I spoke to Edward. We agree that no trust can be built and nothing can be done as long as we keep Bella strapped to a chair."

"But Carlisle…" Esme trails off.

"This is a psychological task. Rehabilitation requires mutual trust."

"That right!" I say, sticking my tongue out to no one in particular since I couldn't move my head.

"You know what that means, Bella," Carlisle said, kneeling down before me. "If I trust you enough to let you out, you need to trust me enough to let me in."

I thought about this while Carlisle spoke to the others.

"We'd be able to catch her if she tried to run, hold her down if she tries to fight and her belongings Amanda sent to us in the box are locked away safely. There's no danger here."

Alice sighs. "You're right. We'll all have to work together to keep this running smoothly."

All I heard was that they had my stuff in a box somewhere in the house. My clothes… my pictures of me and Mistah J… my weapons…

I smiled. I'd find that box.

Carlisle turned back to me. "What do you say, Bella? Why don't we work together on this?"

I nodded eagerly, feeling my muscles ache as I fought against the restraint. "That works for me!"

In a flash, my restraints were gone. Everyone was staring at me. Some looked worried, other angry (cough cough Rosalie) and some looked curious. Wondering what I'd do now that I was free.

I partly wondered that myself. It's been so long since I was free in front of people and they weren't running for their lives. It threw me off.

Should I make a run for it? No. I wouldn't make it and I'd end up right back on this chair for who knows how long. I couldn't fight them; I'd never win against one vampire let alone seven. I was crazy alright, but not THAT crazy.

My only option was to wait it out. I'd get them to trust me and make my move when they least expect it. Yes, that's what I'd do.

I smiled stood up for the first time in hours.

"Ahhhhh!" I sighed, stretching my limbs. "Feels good to be in control of my own body for a change!"

After realizing that I wasn't going to try anything, they all seemed to relax and Carlisle held out his hand.

"Come. I'll take you to your room. There are cameras but I've replaced the footage and short circuited what I couldn't replace. If we're doing this, it's going to be on my terms. That way, I know it's most likely going to work."

I ignored his hand and started walking.

He shrugged and started walking beside me, leading me to the room I was bound to for the next few days, if not weeks.

I gripped my phone tightly. No one had noticed yet, or they would have said something. I didn't dare let it fall.

In the back of my mind, I wondered where Edward was. Then I was pissed for even letting myself think that. I didn't care.

Once we were at the door I peered inside. The bed was quite large for one person. The sheets were absolutely spotless and the brightest white I'd ever seen. So were the walls and curtains and basically everything else.

I made a mental note to redecorate as soon as I could.

There was a bathroom on the right wall. I raised and brow and decided I'd take my chance now.

"Mind if I take a shower, doc? The weekly hose-down ya get at the prison doesn't do much to get rid a the grime."

He winced. "Alright. You may lock the door but don't take too long. We'd all like to speak to you in the kitchen."

I was gonna lock the door anyway.

Once I was in, I let the water run. I was gonna shower. God knows I need one. But I had to see something first. Very slowly, I pulled my little phone out and switched it on. There was already a message waiting.

I'm coming for you. – Mistah J

I smiled widely and put the phone to my chest.

"Soon, puddin… soon."

A/N Okay so don't hate me for this but the next update my be a day delayed. I was going to write it up and publish it tomorrow, but I remembered I won't be home until Thursday. Hopefully I find a way to update despite that, but if it is late you guys know why. Please dont hate me haha

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