Here's Bella's POV, so that we know what's going on with her. Thanks all!!!
love
j_b
End of Chapter 11
*Bella's POV*
The guard reached for the phone as I slapped his hand away, not wanting to end the call. I knew I only had a minute, so I took a deep breath.
"A guard it's his phone. Oh Edward, please hurry...I love....." I said as the guard grabbed the phone, closing it quickly.
His face was something to be afraid of, it was like he knew he was going to get in trouble for helping me.
"What have you done?" He yelled as he pulled his hand back and slapped me across the face. The force of the blow so much that it knocked me onto my back, my hand going to my cheek.
I turned to yell at him, but he was opening the door...he turned to look at me, his face far from the friendly face I had seen earlier.
"I will not make this mistake again." He said as he turned and walked out of the door.
I laid on the bed, my cheek throbbing from the slap. I knew that when Edward found out about this that he would...what if he didn't find me?
What if they never found me?? What if I was stuck here in this room...alone for the rest of time. I curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably as the tears ran down my face. I would find a way out of here, I would find my way back to Edward, I thought as I sat up...determined to find a way out, and I had to start now.
Chapter 15
I laid on the bed with my hand on my aching cheek, waiting for the throbbing and burning to subside. When it had finally dulled, and my eyes were clear of all the tears I decided that I needed to see what I could do to get out of here.
I slowly got to my feet, using the bed to steady myself as my head began to pound from all the crying. I leaned my head against the bed, waiting for the pounding to slow down so that I could walk into the bathroom.
Once it became a dull ache, I walked into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. The pale blue dress that I was given was wrinkled and spotted with my tears. I raised my eyes to look at my cheek, gasping as I saw the bruise that was beginning to darken on my cheek. I ran my fingers around the out line, noticing that it was the perfect shape of a hand.
I stood there, staring at the hand thinking of Edward would react if her knew. I had to shake my head, not allowing myself to think about him...not until I at least tried to figure out how to get out of here.
I decided that I should clean myself up, I was a mess after sleeping for so long and everything else I had gone through. I went out to the room, opening the closets to find something to wear.
I opened the doors and was shocked to see that the closet was filled with clothes that looked like mine at home, except these were new and all had tags on them that I couldn't recognize. On the other side of my clothes were a line of dresses in different colors, and cuts. I ran my fingers along the tops of the dresses, feeling the elegant fabrics that they were made of.
I shook my head at the idea of me wearing any of these dresses while being held prisoner. I turned back to the everyday clothes, finding a light green shirt and a light pair of jeans. I turned to grab my old clothes off of the dressing table and was shocked to find them missing.
I turned around, running to the dresser against the wall ripping the drawers open pulling the contents out and throwing them on the floor. I did the same with the rest of the drawers, sitting down on the floor amongst the clothes as tears rolled down my cheeks again.
My clothes were missing, why would someone take my clothes? I went to turn the bracelet on my wrist, a nervous habit that I had picked up a while ago, gasping as I realized that it was missing off of my wrist.
They must have taken it off of me while I slept, or while I was drugged. I looked down, afraid to look at my finger...afraid Edward's ring would be missing. I looked down, about to scream until I remembered that I had left the engagement ring in my room while I washed Charlie's dishes from the day.
I smiled, knowing that the ring was safe...that they wouldn't be able to use it against me or Edward. I took a deep breath, gathering my things as I stood up, walking back to the bathroom. I was convinced that once I took a shower, I would be able to think more clearly...to be able to find a way out.
An hour or so later I stepped out of the bathroom, my mind clearer then it had been in...a few days. Had it really been a few days?? I tried to figure out what day it was, but no matter how hard I tried I could not figure it out.
I dressed in the jeans and shirt, and opened the door to the bed room. I was surprised to see that there was a small table set up with a buffet set up on it.
I was a bit suspicious at first after the last time that I ate, seeing as how they had drugged me...but the second my nose smelt the food, my stomach started growling.
I stepped closer to the table as I noticed a note leaning against the fruit basket. I picked it up, noticing that the writing was feminine and very bold.
"You will have to trust that we will not make you sleep again, please eat. You will need your strength."
I knew that I should not believe them, that I should be suspicious...that I should just go back to the bed...but my stomach was so hungry, growling as I inhaled the scent of fresh meat, potato's, fruit, vegetables, and even desert.
I took a step backwards, fighting my hunger..fighting the fact that my body wanted me to eat, needed me to eat if I wanted to be strong enough to find a way out. With that last thought, I stepped forward...I knew that I had to eat if I wanted to get out...had to be strong and hold on until either I found a way out, or the Cullens found a way in.
love
j_b
End of Chapter 11
*Bella's POV*
The guard reached for the phone as I slapped his hand away, not wanting to end the call. I knew I only had a minute, so I took a deep breath.
"A guard it's his phone. Oh Edward, please hurry...I love....." I said as the guard grabbed the phone, closing it quickly.
His face was something to be afraid of, it was like he knew he was going to get in trouble for helping me.
"What have you done?" He yelled as he pulled his hand back and slapped me across the face. The force of the blow so much that it knocked me onto my back, my hand going to my cheek.
I turned to yell at him, but he was opening the door...he turned to look at me, his face far from the friendly face I had seen earlier.
"I will not make this mistake again." He said as he turned and walked out of the door.
I laid on the bed, my cheek throbbing from the slap. I knew that when Edward found out about this that he would...what if he didn't find me?
What if they never found me?? What if I was stuck here in this room...alone for the rest of time. I curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably as the tears ran down my face. I would find a way out of here, I would find my way back to Edward, I thought as I sat up...determined to find a way out, and I had to start now.
Chapter 15
I laid on the bed with my hand on my aching cheek, waiting for the throbbing and burning to subside. When it had finally dulled, and my eyes were clear of all the tears I decided that I needed to see what I could do to get out of here.
I slowly got to my feet, using the bed to steady myself as my head began to pound from all the crying. I leaned my head against the bed, waiting for the pounding to slow down so that I could walk into the bathroom.
Once it became a dull ache, I walked into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. The pale blue dress that I was given was wrinkled and spotted with my tears. I raised my eyes to look at my cheek, gasping as I saw the bruise that was beginning to darken on my cheek. I ran my fingers around the out line, noticing that it was the perfect shape of a hand.
I stood there, staring at the hand thinking of Edward would react if her knew. I had to shake my head, not allowing myself to think about him...not until I at least tried to figure out how to get out of here.
I decided that I should clean myself up, I was a mess after sleeping for so long and everything else I had gone through. I went out to the room, opening the closets to find something to wear.
I opened the doors and was shocked to see that the closet was filled with clothes that looked like mine at home, except these were new and all had tags on them that I couldn't recognize. On the other side of my clothes were a line of dresses in different colors, and cuts. I ran my fingers along the tops of the dresses, feeling the elegant fabrics that they were made of.
I shook my head at the idea of me wearing any of these dresses while being held prisoner. I turned back to the everyday clothes, finding a light green shirt and a light pair of jeans. I turned to grab my old clothes off of the dressing table and was shocked to find them missing.
I turned around, running to the dresser against the wall ripping the drawers open pulling the contents out and throwing them on the floor. I did the same with the rest of the drawers, sitting down on the floor amongst the clothes as tears rolled down my cheeks again.
My clothes were missing, why would someone take my clothes? I went to turn the bracelet on my wrist, a nervous habit that I had picked up a while ago, gasping as I realized that it was missing off of my wrist.
They must have taken it off of me while I slept, or while I was drugged. I looked down, afraid to look at my finger...afraid Edward's ring would be missing. I looked down, about to scream until I remembered that I had left the engagement ring in my room while I washed Charlie's dishes from the day.
I smiled, knowing that the ring was safe...that they wouldn't be able to use it against me or Edward. I took a deep breath, gathering my things as I stood up, walking back to the bathroom. I was convinced that once I took a shower, I would be able to think more clearly...to be able to find a way out.
An hour or so later I stepped out of the bathroom, my mind clearer then it had been in...a few days. Had it really been a few days?? I tried to figure out what day it was, but no matter how hard I tried I could not figure it out.
I dressed in the jeans and shirt, and opened the door to the bed room. I was surprised to see that there was a small table set up with a buffet set up on it.
I was a bit suspicious at first after the last time that I ate, seeing as how they had drugged me...but the second my nose smelt the food, my stomach started growling.
I stepped closer to the table as I noticed a note leaning against the fruit basket. I picked it up, noticing that the writing was feminine and very bold.
"You will have to trust that we will not make you sleep again, please eat. You will need your strength."
I knew that I should not believe them, that I should be suspicious...that I should just go back to the bed...but my stomach was so hungry, growling as I inhaled the scent of fresh meat, potato's, fruit, vegetables, and even desert.
I took a step backwards, fighting my hunger..fighting the fact that my body wanted me to eat, needed me to eat if I wanted to be strong enough to find a way out. With that last thought, I stepped forward...I knew that I had to eat if I wanted to get out...had to be strong and hold on until either I found a way out, or the Cullens found a way in.