A/N: Hello again my friends, I hope you guys enjoy this one. Let me know what you think, if I should continue, or if I should just stop. As always your comments are more than welcomed.

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EPOV

ring…. ring….ring

"Hello?"

"Edward, its Jasper. We're running late."

"Alright, I'll wait for you guys"

What time is it?

"No Edward, just meet us there. I'll give you the address. Emmett still has not finished getting ready."

No surprise, "Fine, this party better be good."

"Don't worry man. It's an underground party so you know what to expect."

"The usual"

"Yes. We'll give you a call once Emmett decides on what shirt to wear. Hold on."

Seating in my studio overlooking the coast line, I could already tell what kind of night it was going to be. But, I didn't care; where ever we were headed was fine with me. As long as it helps me forget…forget her.

"Edward?"

"Yeah I'm here," I was always here, never having enough time in the day or night, always occupied with work. No wonder she dumped me.

"Are you still thinking about her?"

Was it so obvious? Even on the phone I sounded dead.

"Just give me the address Jasper" I didn't want to deal with his sympathy. It was enough that I had to deal with the heartbreak. She made me choice like all the others and I did. My priorities can first, relationships came second.

"Fine, but its New Year's eve man! You have to loosen up"

He was right I had to relax, or play along. The last thing I wanted was to ruin their fun because of my mood so I wrote down the address without arguing.

A new location?

I've never been there, although I heard about it. All I knew was that it was located in a shady part of town. I didn't bother to say anything about it, I just wanted to get out and drink.

"Alright I meet you guys there." I hanged up the phone and dragged myself off the couch. With keys already in hand, I made sure I had all the right gear before walking out the door.

Two hours until the stroke of midnight and I manage to find the place, however, it seemed closed. Underground parties always looked deserted from the outside until you knock on the door. That's when you see all the imposters and common fork in one room, none noticing each other, none expecting anything in return.

I decided to wait in my car. I didn't want to go in alone.

Half an hour later, the night was surrounded by whores at every corner. After having two approached me and the need to pee, I got out my car and walked to building numbered 333.

I noticed a vehicle slow down behind me, I turned around and notice a girl waving her hand out of the car. She looked lost.

Why not

I approached her vehicle as she rolled down the passenger window, "Can I help you miss?"

"I think I am lost, do you know how to get to the highway?" She asked smiling at me. She was pretty, short black hair and blue eyes. My eyes focused to her right shoulder, she bared a tattoo. I couldn't see it in detail, but it looked like a stack of cards, with a blue eye on the center.

"Sure, just make a right at this corner and you'll see it."

"Thanks, I wasn't sure where to turn. Do you live around here?" She looked outside her window. She also noticed it was not save place to be.

"No just meeting some friends of mine." I replied smiling at her. She smiled back.

Maybe she could make me forget her and all the others

But just as she was going to reply a police car came around the corner blasting its sirens.

"See you!" was all she yelled out of the car and took off.

"Put your hands up!" The police men ordered as he stepped out of the vehicle.

"What?" Shit

"I said put your hands up!" he withdrew his gun from the holster and pointed towards me.

"Fine, but I didn't do anything."

"Right, say that to your pimp. You're coming with us. Joe read this guy his rights. We're taking this one to the station."

I wanted to say something, but I noticed that Joe was twice my size, a big man and smelled like cheap coffee.

"The guys in the station will have a picnic with this one, Bob"

"No kidding we usually get pimps, but this pretty boy is our first male prostitute"

What?

"I'm not a man-whore! I was just helping the girl out; she was lost and wanted directions to the highway." I defended myself, but they continued to laugh.

"Right pretty boy, that's why she sped out of here. Come on you have the right to remain silent and anything you say will be ….." blah blah blah. No matter how much I argued, they wouldn't listen to me.

They took my wallet, my keys, and my cell phone, basically everything. All I had was a phone call.

I waited in the cell alone for my phone call, at least I was alone.

"Okay pretty boy, your turn. One phone call and make it quick."

I followed the police officer silently. I didn't want anyone to notice me. I dialed the only person who could get me out of here.

ring…ring….

"Hello?"

"Jasper its Edward, look I need you to come to the police station and bail me out."

"Ha ha ha, right"

"I am not kidding Jasper, I'm at the station and you need to get me out."

"What did you do? We kept calling you but you never picked up." Jasper whispered.

Why was he whispering?

"They took my phone. Why are you whispering?"

"Because I'm with a girl," he sounded annoyed.

"What ever? Look can you come right now"

"Sorry dude but I can't. I am three hours away."

"What? Okay, get Emmett to get me."

"Nope can't do, he's here somewhere with me. You'll have to wait till morning. What time is it anyways?"

"I can't believe this. This is your entire fault so you have to get me out."

"Hold on"

I can't believe he was putting me on hold

"So Edward, don't worry we'll get you as soon as I find Emmett. But don't hold your breath. You know how Emmett gets."

Why me? "Just hurry up. You guys are the only ones who can bail me out."

"Don't worry dude, we'll get you out. Hey, you used the fake ID right?"

"Of course man, do you think I would be so stupid as to go to this party as myself."

"So cell phone, keys and wallet?"

"Yes, I was prepared, I did learn from the best," Jasper and myself were part of a selected group who had used fake IDs, cell phones, even car tags since we were high school. We'd use them especially for this type of events. It was the norm within our group to have them. Now after all these years, we still used them. It was the way to get around places, well places we wanted to go to for a couple of hours, without having to answer to anyone, our disguise to freedom.

"Good, we don't want to repeat what happened to Emmett, are you in the station across from Starbucks?"

"Yes, just hurry okay"

"Don't worry. Have they recognized you?"

"No, they haven't questioned me, but once they do, I'm pretty sure all hell will break lose."

"No kidding. Just don't say anything tell them you can't say anything until your attorney is present."

Like I didn't know this already

"I know Jasper just hurry up. I don't think I'll have to tell them anything. They think I am a …" I couldn't say it.

"A what?"

"A male prostitute."

Here it comes

"Hahahaha"

"Jasper, I don't have much time. Just get me out and don't say a word to anyone about this. I'll use a different name. I'll just use your name," I teased.

"Don't play like that Edward. We'll get you out."

"Just hurry." The call dropped, my time was up.

I walked back to my cell, no longer vacant, but full of men. They were all crunched up and by the looks of it, it surpassed the occupancy load.

"Well pretty boy, I guess they took your spot." I was not surprise it was New Year's Eve after all, their busiest night of the year.

"Take him to the second floor. There's no room for him." The slim office spoke across the room.

"Come on pretty boy, it's you luck night." I followed him up stairs. The smell of fresh paint hit me as we entered the hallway. There were numerous doors from left to right, it didn't appear to have a cell, just offices, "So did you call your pimp?"

If he only knew my last name

I had to remain quite. They were pretty busy tonight, I wouldn't be surprise it they forget to interrogate me.

"Hey I am talking to you!" He shouted pushing me into a vacant office room.

"I have the right to remain silent." I said calmly. I was not going to let this guy get to me.

"Fine, but you're up next pretty boy and we'll know everything about you." He laughed turning around heading towards the door, "By the way if you need to pee use this cup," he place his coffee cup on top of the desk and walked away.

At least, I was alone.

No pictures or finger prints, saved from the humiliation.

I know poor Edward, but don't worry. He won't be spending the New Year alone…. Keep reading…