okay so i don't get many reviews anymore.. and I might want some this time because I'm losing my spark.. : ( and I don't like that because I love you all for reading my story and especially those who review. So now I will tell you a secret about y I love love love your reviews... sometimes they bring a new idea to my head. So in a way your reviews write this story, I just add the detail they need lol : )

Previously on LOST:

"No you aren't Bella." a voice came from next to me. I stood up quickly startled from the sudden intrusion, and without turning to the man that was attempting t comfort me, I ran.

E POV

I watched her run, and with each step she took another piece of my heart is torn from it's whole. The pain did not reside, and Jessica just made it worse with her words. "Do not worry about her Eddie-kins, she's just another gypsy whore." they cut through me like a merciless butchers blade. I wanted badly to run after my beautiful gypsy girl, but I was held back by Jessica's stronghold around my arm. I didn't know why I had told her that I didn't want to hear her explanation, I guess it just hurt to much to know that she had strings attached. She had cut through my heart and soul with a knife, the kind of knife that left you in so much pain it was unbearable.

"Come on Edward, honey." Jessica tugged at my arm. Hesitantly I went with her, still unsure of my actions. As we walked I realized I would see her again tomorrow... Wouldn't I? Will she come back to finish our work to represent our part of town? Or will she withdraw saying she never wanted to see me again? These thoughts upset me. I should be the one that didn't want to see her. Not the other way around. She had failed to tell me something vital, something that would have kept me in check... but did I not do the same thing? I did not tell her about Jessica, she found out at the dinner party. My brain was in a confused jumble as Jessica walked into her home after planting a soft and slobbery kiss on my cheek. Once the door was closed I shook all thoughts of Bella out of my head and wiped Jessica's saliva off my face, disgusted by both Jessica and myself.

J POV

I sat in my tent waiting for everything to come into place, for everything to become right in this twisted world. I knew I should have gone after her, and I knew I should have tried to get her to tell me about the man she was talking to. But I didn't, and I am being punished for not acting on my instinct. She ran away crying and I just stood there watching her, I just starred at the man who caused something so beautiful and innocent to become so sad and anguished. I should have gone and caused him the same pain he seemingly caused her. But something held me back... I didn't know what the force that took hold of me was... but it was strong.

So here I sit, waiting for Bella and the man that went after her to return. Thinking, wondering, and daydreaming about what Bella and I will be someday.

(i purposely didn't say her comforters name.. yet)

Yes this is a VERY short chapter.. but I read over it again and again and again to check for mistakes AND the next one will be very VERY long.. because it goes back to bellas pov AND its about her and Edwards practices and the song : )