Little Bella

Chapter 45

I was falling. Down a black pit. A searing pain in my head. I jerk awake, open my eyes, and realise that I'm not at home. Nor am I in a bed. Crap!  A dark figure is looming over me. Who is it? I feel a warm, wet, painful stickiness on the back of my head. Where am I? 

"Finally up, aren't you, Bella?" a sweet, girly voice chuckles.

"Who are you?" I croaked.

"Tut tut, sweetheart, so curious!" the voice laughed. "Remember Dalton?"

I gulped. Wait, I thought Dalton was dead?

"I thought he's dead!" I winced at my horrible hoarse voice.

"Yeah, he is. Because of you!" she snarled. "I'm Vicky. It's all your fault that my mate is DEAD!"

"What?" a hard blow to my face.

"Oh, of course, you don't KNOW what your mate DYING feels like, as you're just a weak little HUMAN You don't HAVE one!" Vicky cackled malevolently. 

I heard the sharp cracking sound before I truly felt it. Before hell happened. I was still trying to comprehend what could have caused that noise when several things happened at once. The ground disappeared beneath me, unbearable pain coursed through my right leg, and a very sharp object was stuck in my left arm.

The last thing I felt was my back slamming onto the ground.

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"Here's your dinner," Vicky's voice snapped and a metal platter was placed next to my head before a door slammed.

There was just one small problem. I couldn't make my body parts cooperate. I lay there, unable to do anything as my stomach grumbled and growled at the smell of meat.

The door creaked open. "Oh, poor little girly-wirly, can't eat her food? Well, I'll take it away, then."

No, no! I wanted to screech, but I couldn't. The door shut once again. All I could do was attempt to move my muscles, to try and save myself. I failed miserably.

Struggling to speak was much more difficult. I was parched, my throat felt too inflamed to bear. I quickly gave up that idea. Another thought came to mind. I could still feel my phone in the hidden pocket of my probably very bedraggled dress, resting on my thigh. If only I could move...

Encouraged by this discovery, I very slowly started to move my fingers, open my eyes, flex my toes. Trying to sit up was a little harder, but with much groaning and aching, which I tried to muffle, I managed it. Once that was done, I looked around. I was in a dungeon-like room in which the only light came from a tiny window near the ceiling.

Then I made a very big mistake. I attempted to stand up. Oh, how I shouldn't have. My leg burned with the agony and I fell back down onto the ground.

Oh, how I wish Edward could come and help me, I prayed.

But I had to make it happen. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone and turned it on. I gave a small internal cheer when I saw that there was some signal. Wasting no more time, I dialled Carlisle's number and held the phone to my ear.

I hope Vicky doesn't hear this.

"Hello?" Carlisle's voice greeted.

"Daddy!" I croaked out very joyfully.

"Bella? Where are you, sweetheart? You just disappeared when we were unpacking!" he asked frantically.

"I don't know, but you can trace my phone down, can you?" I wheezed hopefully.

"Yeah... I'll give the phone to Mommy while I track you down, okay?" Carlisle told me.

"Yes, Mommy!"

"Bella? Bella?" Esme's ever-so-sweet voice reached my ears.

"Hello, Mommy!" I coughed.

Oh no.

"Bella, what happened?" she fretted. "Why are you coughing?"

"This lady called Vicky hurt me and took away my dinner," I sighed. "I'm so hungry and thirsty.. And I think she broke my leg and my head's bleeding."

"What?!" Esme sounded very infuriated. "Where are you?"

"I don't know, but I'm in a small dark room and it's so scary, Mommy. I wanna go HOME!" my throat ached even more.

"It's okay, Bella, we'll find you."

I heard footsteps heading towards me. "Mommy, I have to go, Vicky's coming!"

I hurriedly ended the call, stuffed my phone away and lay back down on the hard floor just as the door opened.

"I heard voices," Vicky accused.

"What? Why would you think it was me?" I grunted.

"Hmm, I'll trust you... for now," she glared at me.

I glared right back. 

"Now, now, don't get feisty, or I'll think it was you!" Vicky spoke in a sugar-sweet voice.

She whirled around and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

I waited for a small amount of time before pulling out my phone and calling Carlisle again.

"Good news, sweetie! I found out where you are!" his usually calm voice was pitched slightly higher in excitement.

"Well, can you come and rescue me!" I said.

"Yes, we're setting off right now!" he cried.

I turned my phone off and pushed it in my pocket. It was going to be a long wait, I guessed.

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