Addicted

Chapter 27

Bella P.O.V

I pull my bag and throw it to the ground. My heart hammers my chest and my breath is stuck in my throat. I take a step back slowly away from his, my hands slowly rising in the air.

"Take... Take anything want. Just, please, don't hurt me," I beg with a cracked voice. He slightly shook his head to one side to another. "No? N-no, what?"

I freeze when he takes a step forward. Slowly, like a predator ready to eat its prey. I can't move, my legs won't respond. I can feel the sweat falling down the back part of my neck, my legs shaking. I start to whimper when his gun touches my cheek, down to my neck to my collar bone and down my arm. I still can't see his face even though he's steps away from me.

He growls while he repeats the same process down my other cheek. I don't move, I barely even notice I've stopped breathing. His gun stops right on my belly. There's a click. My body acts without me noticing, I grab him by the shoulders and kick him in the balls.

He falls on the ground, right next to my feet. I grab my purse. My heart keeps on hammering my chest as I turn around ready the run.

"AH!" I scream when he grabs my foot and pulls me until I fall on the dirty, soaked ground. He starts pulling me towards him. "No! No! Please!" I scream on top of my lungs. I start kicking him off, slapping him but nothing works. "Please, someone help me!" My voice begans to crack. "Please!"

He sits on top of my, his knees holding down my arms. I keep on screaming until he covers my mouth with duck tape. He sits me up, pulling my hands behind my back. I try to run, but he grabs me by the hair and yanks me back on the ground, taping my hands together. At last he leans me against the wall and tapes my feet together. I sob uncontrollably, looking at him as he stands over me with the gun pointing straight at me.

I start shaking my head, begging for him to stop. I've so stupid today, really stupid. I put myself in the situation, I decided to leave without any sort of protection. He leans over me, his lips kissing my forehead, down to my cheek. He softly pulls my hair behind my ear and backs away. "Where's your dear savor?" He laughed. "See, you should've listened." There's another click and the gun points straight to my belly.

I close my eyes tightly, waiting for my death but it never comes. Instead he falls on the ground, holding his head between his hands and growls in pain. A homeless women with white hair stands there with a rock in her hands. She takes out a knife and rips the tape from my feet and yanks the one from my mouth. The stinging pain brings more tears to my eyes. She helps me up and rips the tape from my hands.

"Run!" She gives me my purse. "He'll be up in any minute. Run!"

I don't bother thinking twice, I head out running where I came from. I run for my life, for my safety. I keep on running until I reach the street from where I came from. Without thinking I run down the street, ignoring the cars the pass by honking and cussing at me for being in the street. When I finally reach Seattle Center a car stops right, very close to running me over.

It's Edward's Audi.

"Edward!" I run to the drives seat and open the door.

"Bella, what the fuck?" He jumps out, wrapping his arms around me. He kisses my hair and pulls away. "Bella, the situation was easy, stay with Johnson, how hard was that to do?" He snapped.

I hug him, crying hysterically. I'm aware people on the streets are staring but I don't care, I only want to feel his warmth around me. "I'm sorry."

He pulls me away. "What happened? Where the fuck did you have to go that you had to escape from Johnson?" He hissed. He's mad, no, he's furious. I can see it in his eyes they're darker and filled with rage. I can feel it on his hard grip on my shoulders and how his body shivers. He's trying all his best to control himself.