The Academy

My Baby

Bella's Mom's POV

It was 4 am, and I couldn't fall asleep, this wasn't a new sensation though.

My baby girl has been gone for almost three months.

The last words that I said to her face to face were "I love you see you later."

I had to stay strong and keep those words in my head, "See you later."

Somehow I believed that I might not see my baby ever again.

That phone call that I received from her was the most chilling thing I'd ever heard in my life.

The pain, fear, and desperation in her voice broke my heart and my spirit.

She's always been a strong girl, however from what I heard from her own voice and Chance, she was struggling.

I wanted to hold her and let her cry on my shoulder, and let her scream so loud that everything felt better.

I needed that as well.

She had been so close to telling me who did this to her, but someone cut her off.

Taylor and Cassie had told me nothing about what had happened, at least stuff that Chance hadn't told me.

Chance at first had told me a lot, especially about what was happening to Bella, and the fact that they had chose to keep Bella out of anyone else.

The only thing I didn't know was who took her.

Chance was going to tell me, but he told me that it was no longer safe for me to know any more things about the situation.

At first I was mad, I screamed, and cursed him out.

Then I realized this was not how Bella would want me to act, I understood that we were in a dangerous situation. Chance was trying to save himself.

Since I couldn't save my own daughter, I'd work my ass off to save Chance and protect him.

Her father left me a week after she was kidnapped.

It would have angered me a bit more but we've had a failing relationship for forever. Plus I was much more focused on my daughter who was kidnapped.

I went downstairs, and pulled out a picture that I've kept hidden since Bella first was taken.

I put it away the very first day that she was gone, it was too painful to look at, but now I needed to see her face.

I pulled it out and set it down on my table.

It was Bella at homecoming with Chance.

They had gone just as friends, but from what I understand now they were a bit closer.

She was beautiful in this picture, white dress, huge smile, and an angelic and pure look to her, it was like you could almost see it.

I hoped she was still staying strong, and I hoped that they hadn't taken that purity from her.

I sat down with a bottle of Jack and stared at this picture.

I was wishing her back.

I needed my baby Bella back at home and safe with me.

I started to cry and I could feel the physical pain of my baby who was missing.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and started bawling.

The truth was a bitch, and it hurt, but I had to come clean and admit it.

I honestly hoped that Bella was dead instead of being hurt.

She didn't deserve torture, pain, or fear.

She deserved peace.

If that meant death so be it.

Was it so wrong to want my daughter free of pain?