Disclaimer: No mine.
Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me, I've got a plan
When the lights go off, you will understand
"Pain" By Three Days Grace
My head kills.
I let out a small groan and slowly rolled over to my side. Every inch of my body aches. What the fuck happened last night? I open my eyes and realize that I'm in a strange place...The events from last night came rushing back to me like a bucket of cold water being dumped on my head. I remembered the cute stranger and how he chased me down like a dog. Tackled me to the ground and handcuffed me as if I was some dumb criminal. I looked around the small room I woke up in. It's bare. Just a bed...and bars on the only window?
"Let me out of here!" I scream. Both fist banging on the first door I saw.
I continue to assault the door, every foul word I could think of blasting from my mouth. I don't know how much time had passed before I finally gave in. I leaned my back against the door and slid down, landing on my ass. I hit the back of my head on the door. Fuck. I tried to play over what happened to me and how I ended up here when...
The shakes started.
I had no idea how long I have been in this room but I definitely know that it was long enough for the withdrawals to set in. Ugh. Getting worked up didn't help either. My stomach turned and my bones ached but this was only the beginning. I needed something and I needed it now. Frantic, I started tearing the room apart. Well, the very limited things I could tear apart. The bed was the only furniture in the room. Then I realized there was a second door in the far off corner. I threw the door open, revealing a toilet and sink. That was it. No shower. No window. Where the hell am I?
Back to the first door, I once again began kicking it, "Hello! Where am I!? Hello!" I kept up the kicking and screaming till finally I heard another voice through the door.
"If you would please, calm yourself." The voice shouted. I stood still. "I will explain everything if you promise to sit on the bed." The voice continued much more calmly. I could tell it was a man. A fact that seriously had me worried.
I sat on the bed not quite sure why I should listen to anything this lunatic has to say. But I sat, it could also be that I feel like puking. The door opened slowly to show three people. Three very beautiful people. Again, where the hell am I? The biggest of the three entered the room first, he was huge. I looked up to meet his eyes. His knowing eyes. I instantly remember him from James apartment. I jump to my feet and began screaming again.
"Who the fuck are you people!? What in the hell is going on!?" I tried running for the door and ran face first into a hard body. His smell alone, took me right to the moment he first stood next me in that shitty little store. Cute stranger. Before I could balance myself my feet where off the floor and back on the bed I went. The big guy simply pick me up and sat me down. I stared up at him in shock.
"Miss Swan." The voice from earlier said, I turned my eyes back onto the red-head man. The one who kidnapped me. Seeing him now and comparing to my memory from before didn't do him justice. "My name is Edward." he smiled. It was fake of course, it didn't reach his eyes. "I know your very confuse now. But I promise that everything we do here is for your best interest."
The blonde woman walks from behind Edward with what appears to be one of those machines you see in a hospital. The ones that check your blood pressure or shit like that. The big guy puts his hand on my shoulder to prevent me from moving.
"This is Emmett and Rosalie." Edward said introducing the other two strangers. The blonde raised an eyebrow at me as the big guy smiled. The pain of withdrawals over take me and I lay back onto the bed.
"Look. I don't give a fuck who you people are. I need to get out of here. I feel like shit and I need to get home. I have a boyfriend who is probably looking for me." I mumbled, the pain in my stomach getting worst.
"Isabella, Your not going anywhere. like I was saying earlier. We are here to help and this is day one of the rest of your life drug free." Edward announced.
I have officially lost my patience.
"Screw your first day of the rest of my life bullshit" I shouted out of frustration. "I'm dope sick right now and I don't give a shit about your gibberish! I needs drugs and I need them now!" The piercing sound that came from my throat I have never heard myself make. It was so desperate.
"Oh for fuck sakes! It's just Bella!" I growled, annoyed beyond comprehension.
"Okay Bella. I understand your withdrawals are escalating so please let us help you ease the symptoms." He said, trying his hardest not to set me off again. "Rosalie is a trained nurse. Please trust in her to help you."
I look at the tall blonde. She was extremely attractive yet she look like a high class bitch. She held a small needle her hand. "Hi Bella." she said. "I need to put an IV in your hand. I have to run a few test on you. Withdrawals can be a serious trauma to the body and I have to make sure you can handle going cold turkey. " She was very forward. No bullshit kind of girl.
"What if I don't want to go through withdrawals? What if it's my damn life and I don't need any self-righteous pretty people telling me what to do!" I barked back.
The one they call Emmett let a laugh escape his mouth. All three of us looked at him. He cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly at the blonde. He suddenly pushed me back and forced my right arm still. Rosalie steps closer to me and begans to clean the top on my hand preparing me for the needle. I try to wiggle my arm away but Emmett's grip was too strong. I shot a look of hate at the asshole called Edward.
"Are you people serious!? You honestly going to hold me against my will?" I snarled, "Why do you care if I'm a drug user! I don't know any of you freaks!"
"People do care about you Bella. Think of your father, Chief Swan." Edward said as he watch Rosalie set up my IV.
"How do you know about my father? Seriously now folks, I had about enough of this shit." I said trying to hold back the feeling of nausea. "I'm tired of this mysterious act you guys are playing-"
Edward interrupted me, "Very well then Bella. My family and I help people. People that are on a path of self-destruction. People who don't know how to help themselves. People like you, Bella." He said very stern. "Think of this as a rehab. But a rehab you can't leave until we say so."
I scream at the top of my lungs. I try my hardest and rip my arm away from Emmett. I fall face first onto the floor but quickly recover. I'm on my feet as the three stare at me, I darted between Blondie and Edward. I barely make it outside the door before I'm once again tackled to the ground. I whip my arms around not caring who I hit. This is insanity, there's no way in hell I was gonna stay here with these crazy people. The small prick in my left arm took me by surprise. I stared at the needle being pulled from my arm and barely have a chance to realize Blondie just injected me.
"Hey you bic..." My words slur as I slipped in to the darkness.
A/N: Hello my faithful readers! Wow its been awhile. But here I am once again with a new chapter. I'm gonna try my damnest to update again soon. Thanks for reading!