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"A junkie is someone who uses their body to tell society that something is wrong."
-Stella Adler. (My favorite quote of all time)

Run Away

Emmett got to the front door before I could. His large hand pushed it back before I even got it out of the frame. I yanked on the doorknob again but the door didn't budge. I thought about running back to my room and climbing out of my window but we were on the top floor and there was no fire escape anywhere near my window, though suicide did seem like a better option than being here right now.

I turned around and glanced around the room for another escape. Emmett chose to take this opportunity to grab me around my waist and squish me to his chest. I gasp out of loss of breath and anger. My feet began to fly as I tried to get out of his grip – he didn't flinch.

"Let go of me Emmett!" I screamed my heel colliding with various body parts. "Let me the fuck go!" I continued to scream as I tried to pull myself out of his arms.

"Alice, get the rope." Emmett called over his shoulder. My eyes widened and I continued to fight against him as he held me tighter to him.

"No one is going tie you down, Bella." Jasper said calmly as he walked into the room – his face emotionless. "Emmett, stop scaring her." Emmett let out a low huff before he carried me back to the kitchen, Jasper following close behind.

"This is fucking stupid!" I cried out. "How the fuck do you even know it's mine!" I continued to scream as I kicked my feet against his thighs. "It could have been very well have been Jasper trying to frame it on me." I was crying now, knowing very well that it was mine and that I was caught.

Emmett threw me down onto the chair across from Edward. I tried to get up but his large hand pushed me back down. "You have two options. You can either sit here like good little drug addict or I can get the rope." I looked up at him – his eyes were narrow and his face was hard. I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. I have never seen Emmett like this. It was – for lack of a better word – terrifying.

"I'll be good." I whispered afraid to piss him off more than he already was.

"Good," he smiled at me before patting his large hand on my shoulder. I kept an eye on him as he took a seat next to me. He grabbed his cup of coffee across the table and took a deep gulp of it. I pulled my eyes away from him and looked at my hands on my lap. It was almost exactly like when my dad found out that I was a drug addict for the first time.

"How did you find it?" I whispered giving up trying on trying to pull off that it wasn't mine.

"I found it in the pocket in your bra," Alice whispered next to me. I closed my eyes, angry at myself for being so careless.

"How long?" I noticeably flinched at the pain in Edward's voice. Alice's cold hand grabbed mine, I looked at it as I thought about whether or not I wanted to tell the truth or not.

"Well it all started when I was thirteen," I tried to joke.

"This isn't funny, Bella." Edward growled at me. I flinched again.

"Not long," I finally whispered.

"Did you even try to stop?" The pain was still evident in his voice as it mixed in with the anger. I could feel my stomach do flips as the tears stung my eyes.

"Yes," I choked out a tear fell on Alice's hand.

"I don't believe you." Edward slammed his fist on the table.

"Edward," Alice hissed at him. I closed my eyes tighter as I bit back my bottom lip.

"How long were you planning on hiding this from me Bella?" Edward asked his voice was closer than I thought it would be. I still didn't look up at him or answer for that matter. I continued to stare at my hands, waiting patiently for me to wake up from my nightmare. "Answer me Bella." A cold hand grabbed my chin and pulled my face to the side. My eyes shot up at the contact and I came face to face with a very angry Edward.

Edward's eyes narrowed as I stared at him. His nostrils were flaring from his anger as he held my chin surprisingly gently in his hand. I could feel his breath quicken as I dragged the silence out. I forgot what he asked as he raised an eyebrow gesturing me that he was waiting for an answer. The only thing that I could think of was how I hurt him more than I thought I would. I thought about this moment before – where they would find out that I was still a drug addict and let me go, but I never expect it to hurt him this much.

"I'm waiting for an answer Bella." Edward's words were harsh with the hint of pain still on the edge of it.

I blinked away my tears as I tried to remember what he asked. "I didn't think it would matter." I answered quietly still not remembering what his question was. It didn't seem appropriate to answer his question with another question.

Edward closed his eyes before letting go of my chin. "Your right," he whispered. "It doesn't matter. You can leave first thing in the morning."

I could feel all the muscles in my body slump – I was pretty sure if I wasn't already sitting down I would have fallen to the floor. I closed my eyes – no longer having the strength to keep them open. "I'll leave now." I whispered pulling myself away from the table.

"I'll make sure to keep an eye on the news stations – I'm pretty sure they still do news specials on overdoses in the middle of the alleys." Edward's words no longer held the pain they had once before – it was now anger.

"I hope your painting goes well." I whispered as I passed him. "Thank you for letting me stay here." I turned around to see the rest of his family stare at us their mouths open. "You can keep the cocaine if you want – divide it amongst yourselves."

I walked quickly to my room the tears that I was holding blurring my vision. I closed the door quietly as I grabbed at my arms and dug my nails into my skin. My breath came out in short gasps as I tried to calm myself down enough to get the hell out of there. "It hurts," I whispered to myself before falling to my knees. "It hurts so much…"

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I grabbed onto the end of my hair as I sat on the floor in the middle of what used to be my art room. All my paintings were smashed, my clean canvases ripped, my paint splashed across various parts of the room, and my paint brushes laid broken at my feet. I growled in frustration as I pulled harder at my hair. I didn't want to admit to myself that I missed her. I missed her more than I had ever missed anyone before in my life. I missed the way that she smiled when she got her way or the way that she laughed when Emmett made a joke about her being a prostitute.

A low rustling came from beside me. "Don't you ever go home?" I growled still staring at the floor.

"How could you do that to her Edward?" Alice asked softly. I was surprised that she was talking to me. "She loved you," Alice whispered softly her small hand ran through my hair, grabbing my hand into her small one.

"How can she love me if she can't even love herself?" I shot back at her.

"Addiction is hard Edward." Alice whispered. "You didn't honestly expect her not to relapse did you?"

I looked up at her. She was kneeling down next to me, her small face inches from mine. "You act like that makes it ok, that because she was addicted to cocaine it gives her a right to throw her life away." I hissed at her, angry that she would sympathize with Bella.

"Edward," Alice's voice was pleading. "Listen to yourself. Yesterday you were bragging about the fact that you were able to put your arm around her and now you're biting everyone's heads off because of something that we all knew that was going to happen eventually." Alice's hand grazed my cheek.

"I thought she was stronger than that." I whispered to her.

Alice frowned at me before leaning forward her hands wrapping around my back. I buried my head in her shoulder. "She's strong but she's not invincible, Edward." Alice whispered in my ear.

"I screwed up everything didn't I?" I asked softly holding her closer to me.

"Not everything," Alice whispered pulling away. She grabbed my cheeks and smiled. "You still have me and Emmett."

"Was that supposed to make me feel better?" I teased.

She opened her mouth in mock shock and slapped my arm. "That wasn't very nice." She said in mock pain.

I smiled at her. "No, it wasn't was it?"

She smiled back at me. "Emmett and Jasper went out to find Bella. They're going to bring her back home."

I frowned. "You think that she'll come back?" I asked.

Alice nodded. "Emmett's going after her. She'll come back, whether or not she'll stay, well that's up to her."

I sighed before looking back at the floor.

"C'mon Eddie," Alice touched my knee getting my attention. Her small face was covered with a smile. "Let's clean this up before Bella gets home.

Bella didn't come home that night or the night after that in fact she didn't come at all. We went to the restaurant that she was supposedly working at and they never even heard of her before. We spent the rest of the week looking for her but everywhere that she should have been she wasn't. I kept her cocaine – afraid to let go of the only thing of hers that I had left.

"I still say that we should check the strip clubs." Emmett mumbled when yet another restaurant didn't recognize the description that we had of her.

"She's not stupid enough to become a stripper, Emmett." I shot at him as we got into my Volvo.

"Just because you're not stupid enough to become a stripper doesn't mean that she's not. That's the first thing I would do if I was cocaine addict." Emmett encouraged his decision.

"You have a roll of ones in your wallet don't you?" I accused him as I turned on the engine to the car.

"Nothing in the bible says that a man can't look at a naked woman – just as long as we don't touch them." Emmett smiled at me. I didn't bother arguing with him as I put the car in drive and drove to the Red-Light District. "One day you're going to thank me for this," Emmett continued to smile as he pulled out his wallet.

"I hope I don't." I mumbled as I tried to remember that this was for Bella and not the fact that Emmett had decided to risk his marriage. "Why are you so interested in strippers anyways, you're married to Rosalie Hale!"

Emmett shrugged. "It's not really the strippers as much as the concept behind the strippers."

"Rosalie won't have sex with you will she?" I asked – knowing this routine.

"Yes," Emmett groaned. "It's another one of her stupid diets. Her sex drive dies down when she doesn't eat."

"I'm adding that to my growing lists of things I didn't need or want to know about you and Rosalie's marriage." I muttered bitterly.

It didn't take us to find a strip club – there were plenty to choose from.

"Let's see. We have the Bad Kitty, Rainbows are our Friends – that would be perfect for you Edward, Teasy Mc Dry Hut, They're All Fake Not That You Care – seriously that's the name of the club, Tia's Taco Shack, and last but not least the Amish Ankle Room – which sounds oh so promising."

"These have to be the worst strip club names ever invented." I mumbled as I drove slowly through the street looking at the bright flashing signs that screamed out XXX, Naked Women, and Free Booze.

"Amish Ankle Room it is." Emmett smiled as he grabbed onto the wheel and steered it into an empty space next to a parking meter. I stepped on the brake in shock when I thought I lost control of the car.

"Don't ever do that again!" I screamed at him but it was to no success he was already half way out of the car, the door closing quickly behind him. I didn't make any movement to leave the car.

"You coming?" Emmett asked when didn't leave the car.

I shook my head. "You go in – see if she's there and then come out."

Emmett smiled and nodded once. "Gotcha." He left my window to head towards the strip club.

"If you're not back in ten minutes I'm calling Rosalie!" I threatened.

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"We're just coming to pick up my money," I mumbled to Mike as we limped down Red-light District. I was supposed to work tonight but I got out by twisting my ankle when I was practicing pole dancing. I warned Rudy that I was a bad dancer but did he believe me? He let me keep my job as a waitress and gave me an extra bonus if I promised not to sue him. It would have been a nice gesture if I didn't give it all back to him when I bought three eight balls of coke.

"How much are you getting this week?" Mike asked anxiously next to me, he lost his job a couple of weeks ago, his girlfriend kicked him out, and wasn't qualified for unemployment. I was the only one with a job and it wasn't easy paying for two drug addictions, cigarettes, and an apartment on a waitress salary. I was thinking about leaving him on a corner and see if anyone would pick him up.

"I don't know," I sighed. "Not much, I owe him a lot of money." I admitted sheepishly.

I limped around the corner and headed closer to the Amish Ankle Room when I saw his Volvo.

End Chapter.