Bella's POV

I had to tell him. I could see the shadows in his eyes as he watched my mini-me walk down the hall with my dad – a sight that bothered me, but I was trying to breathe through. I didn't like that she was so good with being out in the world, while I was still struggling to leave the hospital bed… still looking over my shoulder, terrified that when I turned around he would be there again. I didn't like to have Nessie out of my sight, where anything could happen. I was all that she had for nine years, she was all that I had. Theoretically, she shouldn't want to be out of my sight yet.

"Bella no," He began but I held up my hand and closed my eyes. Figuring it was alright, I heard him as he moved to the chair, pulling it just a little bit closer to my bed and sitting down next to me.

"I remember it all Edward. I've relived it a million times in my head… wondering why I did what I did." I began and he sat silently, waiting for me to say what I needed. So far I hadn't been very open with the officers who had been questioning me… I hadn't even told Charlie… my dad… very much. But although it was a little awkward with Edward… I felt that I needed to tell somebody; and Edward was still Edward – even after all of these years.

"I left the fair. I wanted to be alone… I was overwhelmed and full of self-pity. I just wanted to be your friend and we were always so serious together." I began to tell him and he took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I was just going to walk around the outskirts of the fairgrounds and come back in. I should have known better. My dad always taught me never to wander off on my own and to always watch my surroundings; but I wandered away anyways… and on top of that, I put my headphones on." I explained, remembering that day clearly… far more clearly than I had told anyone yet. "My mom used to roll her eyes at my dad when he lectured me about watching my back. She used to tell me that we lived in Forks… what could happen in our little town?"

"Bella… you were a ten year old little girl. It wasn't your fault." Edward tried to reassure me but I shook my head.

"No, you don't understand." I wanted to cry as I spoke but I rarely cried anymore, somehow my body had stopped allowing more than the odd tear to form. "I went with them voluntarily." I admitted, my head hanging low.

"What do you mean voluntarily Bells? And James… he wasn't the only one?" Edward was trying to clarify and I could see him struggling with what I was telling him.

"As I reached the back of the fairgrounds, all of a sudden she was in front of me." I began again, picturing her standing there with her wild red hair. It had been windy that day and it was loose, blowing around her face. "Miss Vicky. I was walking… and then suddenly she was there." I could see the surprised look on Edward's face, but I didn't stop, I just kept telling him what I remembered. "She started asking me questions… and I knew her. Me and Alice and Rosalie took dance class with her for years, and so when she offered to drive me back to the main gates of the fair..." I paused. There was nothing horrendous about the actual moment that I was taken…. It was everything that had happened after that.

"I got in her car with her, and her friend – even though I didn't know him. Miss Vicky wasn't a stranger or a creepy old man… she was my ballet teacher… I trusted her." I explained, finally releasing a single tear in frustration. "I didn't listen to that feeling that told me something was off…"

"First of all Bells… none of this was your fault." Edward finally spoke, his voice was rough and he sounded like he was going to cry as well. I could see his eyes, and while he was looking at me, I could tell that he was also thinking hard – probably trying to find out how Vicky had fit in with everything. He was the first person that I told about getting into her car.

"I… I don't know what to tell my dad… I never… I shouldn't… I shouldn't have gotten in with her." I stuttered out, and for the first time in years, the dam broke free and the tears fell down my cheeks, streaming off of my chin while my shoulders shook from the sobs.

As I cried, I saw Edward move his chair closer to the bed. I didn't flinch this time… but he didn't touch me. As the tears began to slow down, I reached out, gripping his lower arm in my hand. It was strange to want to touch someone… it jolted me a little bit, but I liked the way his arm felt under my hand.

"Bella, I promise that you are safe here." Edward spoke out again, obviously unsure of what to say himself. "But I need you to keep talking to me, I need you to tell me what happened after you got in Miss. Vicky's car… and then, once you tell me the whole story, we can work together to tell the officer assigned to your case, and your father." He spoke quietly - confidently. And I believed him. I was safe with him. He had found me.

"Miss Vicky was driving." I sniffled out, remembering this part clearly. I had argued with her when she drove past the gates to the fair and I told Edward this while he nodded his head. She had told me that she would bring me back, just not yet. I had tried to get out of the car, but the doors had child-locks on them and could only be opened from the outside. When I started screaming and trying to kick out the windows, Laurent – Vicky's friend turned around and held out his gun. Charlie's words rang in my head at that point. Don't ever fight with someone who has a gun… just do as they say and look for ways to get away or to get help.

"Did they bring you back to Forks?" Edward asked cautiously and I shook my head. Again, I hadn't told anybody about the first house that they had held me at.

"I don't know how long we drove for… maybe half an hour or so?" I shook my head, details like that were harder to remember. In the beginning time had meaning, but I gradually lost track the longer that I was held. If it wasn't for the calendars that James taunted me with…

"When we stopped, we were in the middle of nowhere. Nothing about the area was familiar, and the building was just a cabin in the middle of the woods." I told Edward, remembering as I watched out the window, tried to find landmarks or some way to find my way out the area. There was nothing but trees, and we hadn't passed another building for miles.

"What happened at the cabin?" Edward probed gently when I fell silent, the memories of my first meeting with James assaulting me, forcing my eyes closed as I tried to scrub away the images. Moving my hand down Edward's arm, I found his hand and I squeezed it. I wasn't sure why.

"Bella?" He pressed a minute later and I shook my head.

"I… I… can't. I can't go back there." I felt a shiver ripple down my spine and my eyes welled up with tears again. I couldn't remember. I didn't want to remember. I wanted to go home? But where was home?"

"It's alright Bells, let's take a break." Edward's voice was still rough… but it was soothing too.

"Why don't you tell me a little bit about Nessie?" He asked when I had calmed down, and I smiled over at him.

"Renesmee Carlie." Her name slipped between my lips and I felt it wash away some of my sadness. She had been my sunshine, especially the past few years when I had begun to give up on the idea of being rescued.

"After our moms and dads?" Edward asked and I nodded. It was my way of remembering them, keeping them in my mind so that I didn't forget.

"I gave birth to her the day before my thirteenth birthday." I told him, remembering that day and feeling another rush of emotion. I had known I was pregnant – could feel her moving and kicking inside of me. I had been terrified but also somewhat calm when my water broke; although a short time later I thought I was dying as I pushed her out on my own. But once she was in my arms, I knew I would do anything that I could to protect her.

"You were alone through her birth?" Edward asked, and then looked as though he regretted it. I nodded my head though. "If I hadn't read so many of the books that he left for me, I wouldn't have known what to do. And then once I was okay and I had cleaned her up… I had to figure out how to clean up our living space. It was a mess… but I did it. I nursed her for the first two years after she was born… I knew that as long as I ate what I could and she nursed from me, she would be okay." I told him and he continued to watch me, his eyes wide as I shared some of our life with him.

"Bella, the fact that you had a baby at thirteen, gave birth alone and raised her to be such an incredible child… it is truly amazing." Edward told me and I nodded. I could recognise that; but I also knew I had only done what I had to do for us to survive… and I also knew that in a way I had also failed.

"Yes… but she wasn't my only child… when Nessie was three I had a boy. The cord was wrapped around his neck and I tried to revive him… but… but I couldn't… I didn't know what to do." I was shaking as I recalled the day, as I told Edward about delivering my son.

"When James came in… he wrapped the baby up in a plastic bag and left again. I never saw my son again."