BPOV
30 minutes after Edward storms out of the room, I find myself once again tied up and in the backseat of his car. I swore I wouldn't scream and I believe that was the only thing that kept me out of the trunk.
He hadn't hurt me. On the contrary, if it's possible to be careful while retraining a struggling woman, that's what he's done.
Regardless, the man is dangerous. It's obvious in every move he makes. He's barely spoken other than to tell me we have to get to the next destination as soon as possible.
I still have no clue where the latest vehicle came from and honestly, I'm scared to ask.
We race down the dark road with no words spoken between us for what feels like hours.
Before the sun could begin peaking through the trees, we arrive in a new location. A house- no, a cottage somewhere out in the middle of the woods. A home that I may have found charming if it weren't for the kidnapper currently hauling me inside as if we were about to come under enemy fire.
This house is different from the last. It feels as if someone has recently lived here. I wonder briefly if it belongs to him.
Edward interrupted my thoughts when he suddenly pulls me toward the kitchen table, unties my hands and just as quickly, handcuffs me to an iron bar running just under the breakfast table.
Without sparing me another look, he begins rummaging through cabinets as if he knows exactly where to find everything he needs.
"I'll make us something to eat. Do you have any food allergies?"
"No. Are you ever going to tell me why I'm here?"
He seems to consider the question for a moment before responding "Some very angry people want you dead, Bella. The question is, do you know why that may be?"
"I have no clue. They have to have me confused for someone else... Is that your plan, then? You're taking me to the people who want to kill me?" Panic starts to rise up and Edward just stares at me. "All you need to know is that you're staying here with me until I figure out my next move."
"Tell me about your family, Bella."
"I thought you knew everything about me already?" After it becomes obvious that he doesn't intend to respond, I sigh and begin to speak, although somehow I suspect that I'm not telling him something he doesn't already know.
"I haven't seen my mom in years. She lives on the east coast with her new husband. I don't have any brothers or sisters. My dad passed away 2 weeks ago."
"What did your dad do for a living?"
"He was a lawyer."
"What else?"
"What else, what? He was a lawyer. That's the end of the story. We weren't extremely close. He never remarried after he and my mom divorced."
Without asking any further questions, he brings a sandwich over and places it in front of me.
"I suppose I'm eating with one hand" I grumble under my breath. Evidently, he hears me because I see a ghost of a smile on his face as he begins eating his own food.
We eat in silence before he takes our plates away. Part of me thinks to offer to clean up, but he's the one keeping me handcuffed, so he can clean them his damn self.
"Do you want to rest some more or would you rather stay out here for a while?"
I consider this. I really don't need any more rest, but I don't want to sit here with him either. If I chose to go to the bedroom, will he follow me there?.
"I want to stay out here."
He walks over and pulls up a seat right in front of me, never breaking eye contact with me.
"I'm going to give you a little freedom as long as you stay within my sight. If you try to run, Bella, I will not allow you the same leniency again. Make no mistake, you cannot outrun or fight me, so don't risk hurting yourself by trying. Understand?"
I just nod my head in agreement. The fact is, if he is delivering me to my doom, why not give an escape an honest try. I'll play along, for now. But the first chance I get, Edward will have a fight on his hands.