AN: I don't own Twilight.

Emmett POV

I ran quickly from my car to the door of the club where I worked as a bartender. I thrust the key in the lock, sighing when I got in the warmer building. That was strange. The club was always cold in the morning, as the heater was turned off every night. The lights were on too. I walked to the back room and saw the new waitress working on inventory. I wondered wh yshe was here so early. She must have been here for several hours, judging by how warm it was in here. "You don't have to do that you know," I said, hanging up my coat. She turned around and smiled. "I don't mind. How come you're here so early? I thought I was the only one who did that." "I don't have anything else to do. Might as well be here, getting ready for the day. You?" "I see. Well I'm almost done here, is there anything else I should do?" she asked. I noticed she didn't answer my question. "No, but I could do with a good conversation. What's your name again?" "Bella. And a good conversation sounds good." "Awesome. I'm Emmett," I said, pulling her to her feet. "Want a drink?" I asked her. "Um, no, I can't really pay for one right now." "No problem, it's on the house." Bella bit her lip. "If you're sure..." "Of course I'm sure," I said, sliding her a beer. "Thanks," she said, taking a sip. She reached for a napkin and a pen as I sat down beside her. She set the napkin and pen beside her and we drank in silence for a few minutes.

Bella grabbed the pen suddenly, scribbling franticly on the napkin. Her body shook, as though with sobs, but she made no sound, and shed no tears. When she stopped writing, I touched her shoulder. "You OK?" Bella nodded. "Fine. I'm fine." So we sat and talked until the others started to arrive and it was time to begin the day.

Every day after that I watched her work, carefully handing out drinks, answering questions politely and taking orders without question. But the more I watched, the more I noticed how unhealthy she looked. She was twig thin, her face thin and hungry. Her eyes, deep brown and gorgeous, were hungry too, but hungry for what? Bella didn't seem to act any different, in fact, she did more than the rest of us did. Bella came in early every morning, cleaned, did inventory, and stayed late to do one last cleanup. She was so nice too. She went out of her way to help people, whether opening doors for the delivery men, cleaning up a carton of beer someone else had dropped, or giving customers someone to rant at or cry on. Bella never talked much about herself, and it didn't do any good to ask, because she just avoided the question.

Bella was strange, yes, but in a good way. And the more we talked and hung out before work, the more I liked her. I realized I was slowly falling in love with her, and there was nothing I could do about it. So naturally I was worried when she didn't show up Friday morning. I worried all day long, and spent the weekend worrying. She didn't show Monday either, but on Tuesday she was there, looking worse than ever. Her face was bruised and her bottom lip was split. When I asked her what happened she said she was fine, but wouldn't meet my eyes.

I watched Bella all day. Other than the fact that she walked with a slight limp, she worked the same as she did every day. But I knew something was wrong. Which was why I was hiding behing a stack of crates in the storage room while Bella washed dishes in another room. I wasn't sure why she was washing them by hand, we had a dishwasher. But then she started to sing, and I forgot about everything.

I thought, I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well, you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore

There's nothing where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light

It crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care, I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on this floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn

She started crying and I longed to go comfort her. I heard her closing up and ran quickly through a window before I could get locked in. I waited around the corner for her to come out. She came out and started walking. Didn't she have a car?

Apparently not. After what felt like forever she stopped in front of a condemned apartment building. WTF? Bella slipped through two boards and disapeared. I stood there for a second before following. I couldn't quite fit between the boards so I picked them up and layed them on the ground. I caught a glimpse of her mahogany hair before she whipped out of site.

I followed her at a distance to the end apartment on the ground floor.

AN: Dun dun dunn. Cliffy! Review Please! Song is Torn by Natalie Imbruglia!