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Chapter 2

CPOV

Sitting up in bed, I switched on the lamp beside me. For the past two hours I had attempted to drift into a deep sleep that would help me forget, but sleep was refusing to show itself. I fluffed up my pillows behind me and rested back against them. I took a glance at the clock on the opposite wall.

2:36 am

It was two hours ago that I received the call that changed things for me.

I had been fast asleep, when I heard my phone buzzing on the table next to my bed. I reached over in my groggy state and answered,

"H-hello?" I mumbled into the receiver, I hadn't received calls this late since I lost my job at the station. A booming voice answered on the other end.

"Swan! Where the fuck is my money?" I sat right up in bed.

"Emmett…uh…I uh said I get the money as soon as possible."

"That isn't fucking good enough. I need my money now! I'm tired of you using my shit and never paying for it. This fucking ends now!" I shuddered as I heard him growl the last sentence.

"I-I can get you the money in like a month. I just got a new job…" before I could finish my sentence I was cut off.

"I don't want your damn life story, I just want my fucking money. You have until Tuesday."

"Tuesday?!" I prevented myself from screaming the word, as to not wake Bella. "B-but tomorrow is Monday, there is no way that I…"

"I either have my 15,000 dollars by Tuesday, or you'll be sorry that you ever tried to mess with me." The line went dead. I sat there for the next few minutes with the phone still pressed to my ear, remembering the first time I had heard of Emmett.

I was almost passed out on my stool at the bar, when the blond one walked up to me.

"Hey," he said as he slid onto the stool next me.

"Yea," I managed to get out as a greeting.

"You look pretty fucked up, sorry, rude I know," He shoved his hand in my direction. "I'm Jasper and I think I know how to make you feel better." I turned on my stool to face the guy, ignoring his hand, who looked more like an angel than the devil that helped me ruin my life. I should have known something was off about him. He looked too clean for the bar I was in. He had on a three-piece suit, and not a single honey blond hair was out of place on his head.

"What are you talking about?" I slurred out to the stranger next to me.

"I've got something to make you feel better, to make all of your pain go away. I know who you are Charlie, I know you want to erase the pain." His voice lulled me into a sense of security. I don't think I would have refused to go with him even if I was sober. He led me to a back room of the bar. The room was small, but cozy. It had two big, comfy armchairs with a single table in between the chairs. Jasper sat in one, and motioned for me to take a seat next to him. I sank into chair and sighed, the bar stool was anything but comfortable. I glanced over at Jasper, who was fiddling with something next to him I couldn't see.

"How did you know my name?" I asked, becoming slightly wary of the man next to me.

"Your wife's death was in the Forks Tribune, I recognized you from when you were Chief of Forks Police." He answered me without looking up from his task. 'Were', he also knew that I had lost my job.

"And just what exactly do you have that can make the pain of losing my wife go away." I spat at him. With that he looked up at me, and showed me what he was working on. In his hand he had a needle filled with a substance I wasn't sure of and a piece of cloth. "What is that?"

"This is heroin and it can make the pain go away, unlike alcohol. Do you want to give it a shot, no pun intended." He held up the needle for me. I could feel the pain in my chest from when he brought up Renee. I missed her so much, and I needed something to fill the hole in my chest from when she died. So far alcohol had just numb the pain, and the pain always came back the next day. I was desperate for freedom from the ache that had replaced all other feeling. I squeezed my eyes shut and pictured, Bella, my daughter, the only reason I was still alive. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that not only would I end up hurting myself by using this but I knew I was cause her harm too, but that ache in my chest refused to go away, and I was at the point where I would do anything to be rid of it. I forced Bella from my thoughts and opened my eyes. Without facing him I asked,

"How do I do it?" He got up and walked over to my chair, with a slight smile on his face. He knelt in front of me and began to work. He tied the piece of cloth tightly around my bicep. Then he began to test for a vein at the bend of my arm. He finally found the vein, and slid the needle in. I felt the effects about ten seconds after he finished injecting me, and it was wonderful. It erased the pain and filled the hole in my chest. I felt like I was on cloud nine. Jasper stayed with me until my high wore off. I told him I needed more, and he happily obliged. I was on a credit with him and the guy who was his boss. I could have the drug as long as I paid up later. Jasper gave me a small bag of the heroin, and showed me how to inject it. He offered to drive me home, but I felt fine enough.

Bella was already asleep when I got home, so I stumbled up the stairs as quietly as I could, being drunk and high. I collapsed on my bed and didn't wake up until the next evening.

Bella knew I lost my job without me having to tell her, so she didn't bother me. I had started dipping into her college money just so that we could keep living in our house.

Since then I had gotten a job doing stock at the local grocery store. I kept going to Jasper for more drugs, and soon found out who his boss was, Emmett. We had hung out together at the bar occasionally, and had semi-become friends, if that could ever happen between a druggie and his supplier. My typical day was work, dinner with Bella to try and convince her that I was getting better, and then I would excuse myself to my room, and attempt to achieve the same high I got the first night with Jasper in the bar. When I couldn't get that high, I would drink in my room until I passed out.

I started to see the effect my behavior was having on Bella. I tried to stop using the drug, but I would always fail and end up sticking the needle back in my arm.

I banged my head against my headboard, trying to think of a way to come up with 15,000 dollars by Tuesday. I fixed my pillows and laid back on my bed. I switched my light off, and rolled over. Coming up with that money was impossible and that was exactly what Emmett was counting on.

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