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Here's the second part of that long chapter I was talking about. Oh and the beginning of this chapter is a collection of flashbacks. I just wanted to give a little insight into Bella's background.

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight

BPOV

"Daddy, look what I did!" My five year old self exclaimed proudly, running into my daddy's home office. He was sitting behind his desk staring at some papers he had piled there. I frowned when he didn't look up from what he was doing. I skipped around his desk until I was next to him and tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

"I made a picture for you," I said excitedly, waving the picture I was holding in my hands in his line of sight. "It's of you, mommy, and me," I stated while pointing the figures out in the picture I had drawn with my crayons.

"Kate!" My dad yelled, while keeping his focus on the papers in front of him. It wasn't long until Kate, my nanny, ran into his office looking worried about something. When she saw me, she smiled slightly and placed her hands on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry sir. This one's a fast one," she said, gesturing to me with a smile. When my daddy didn't say anything, Kate's smile disappeared. That's weird. Kate is the nicest person. She's always smiling. It's wrong that she looks so serious right now. "It won't happen again sir," she said seriously.

"It better not," my dad grunted. Kate looked down at me and gave me a small smile.

"Come on munchkin. Why don't we go draw another picture?" She grabbed my small hand in her larger one and started to lead me out of my daddy's office. I looked back at my daddy, wanting to show him the picture I drew for him.

"But daddy-"

"Kate," my daddy said sternly.

"Come on Bella," Kate said softly. She tugged on my hand, and this time I let her pull me out of the room.

"Isabella! What was this pretty drawing of yours doing in the trash?" Kate asked, holding up the crumpled drawing I had thrown into the trashcan as soon as I left daddy's office.

"It's not pwetty," I muttered under my breath.

"What do you mean it's not pretty?" Kate asked, crossing the room and sitting down on the floor of my bedroom next to me where I was currently coloring in my coloring book.

"Daddy didn't like it so it's not pwetty," I explained. Kate's expression softened and she tucked some of my hair behind my ears.

"Bella, this is a very nice picture. I'm sure your dad loves it." How could he like it when he didn't even look? I didn't ask that, but shrugged instead.

"Bella, I have great news!" My mom exclaimed, walking over to where I was eating my dinner alone at the kitchen table.

I was surprised to see her. Normally she doesn't get home from work until I'm already in bed. Usually Kate eats with me, but she has today off.

I was curious to see my mom here early since both my mom and dad work late and don't get home until I'm already in bed most nights. Even on the weekends, my dad barricades himself in his office to work. I have learned over the years that his office is off limits. My mom actually works alongside my dad as a screenwriter. They have produced a fair share of movies over the years. But since they are both so dedicated to their work, Kate has turned out to be more of a parental figure to me than my own parents are.

"You're going to be in a commercial!" My mom said excitedly. I stared at her, waiting for her to say the punch line or something.

"Well?" Mom looked at me expectantly. I swallowed the bite of chicken I had been chewing on.

"Uh, good?" I didn't know what to say. My mom laughed and pulled out a chair before sitting down. She reached over and grabbed my hand and smiled at me.

"You're going to be a star!" My mom exclaimed.

"But Mom, I'm only eight," I stated. Mom waved a hand in dismissal.

"A lot of celebrities start acting around your age or younger." She gave me another bright smile. "So what do you say?" She looked so hopeful.

"Sure," I said hesitantly. I was nervous because I didn't know what to expect. My parents had gotten me into acting classes when I was five, but I thought they did that to give me something to do. I guess there was more to it than that…

My mom's face broke out into a huge grin at my acceptance. She pulled me into a hug which took me by surprise. I'm not used to my parents giving me hugs. That's mostly to do with the fact that they're never here though…

"I'm so proud of you Bella," my mom whispered in my ear. That was the first time I heard those words spoken by her.

"OH. MY. GOD! It's Bella Swan!"

Flash

"Hey Bella! Over here!"

Flash

"I can't believe it's her!"

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Screaming. Crying. So much noise. Flashing cameras. That's what it's been like ever since my first movie premiered.

Most normal kids by the age of twelve are having fun playing with their friends, or spending their time playing video games or watching TV. Well, I have never been normal so it isn't a shocker that by the age of twelve I'm currently trying to escape the crazy mob of fans chasing me down the streets of LA.

It's my own fault in a way. I shouldn't have taken off like I did. But when my parents announced their imminent divorce, I couldn't help myself. I bolted out the door with tears streaking my face. It's every kid's belief that their parents will always be together. So when my parents explained they were separating, it was a slap in the face. I took off, ignoring their shouts to come back.

Couldn't the people chasing me see that I was literally falling apart? Didn't they understand that I didn't want to have to fake smiles and sign autographs and have pictures taken of me for one day? Was that too much to ask?

Normally it wasn't so bad. I didn't mind the attention most of the time. And usually the fans would just come up to me and ask for an autograph or picture. But occasionally a crowd would form and sometimes they would get aggressive. On a few occasions, some people in the mob would try and get a hold of something I have, like pieces of my clothes or even some of my hair. It was a little scary at times.

I rounded a corner and pushed myself to go faster, ignoring the sharp pains shooting up my sides from all this running I was doing. As my feet hit the ground, I realized too late that there was a large crack in the pavement. Before I knew what hit me, I found myself flying towards the ground. Almost simultaneously, a stinging pain made itself known on my knee as it made contact with the cement.

Suddenly, I felt two strong hands hook under my armpits and lift me up. I was about to scream when I felt a hand being placed over my mouth.

"Shh! Follow me," a male voice said quietly. If I had been in any other situation I would have been more reluctant to obey, but as it was, I was desperate for an escape.

I noticed that the person who was trying to help me was a boy who looked to be about fourteen. He had russet color skin and was quite tall for his age.

He led me around another corner and darted into one of the shops. I followed him through the shop, which contained fishing gear and tents and some other items you would use if you went camping. He led the way into the backroom which I'm guessing only the employees are allowed to be in. As soon as I entered the room, I collapsed on the floor with my back against the wall trying to slow my breathing. After my breathing was back to normal, I turned to my savior to see he had been joined by a man in a wheelchair. The man in the wheelchair was looking at me with a smile on his face.

"Thanks," I said to the boy, trying to have the gratitude I was feeling towards him show in my voice.

He nodded with a smile before he leaned over me and started inspecting my knee, which I now realized had a huge gash leaking blood down my leg. I turned my head away from the sight, trying hard not to pass out or puke because of all the blood.

"I'm Jacob Black by the way," the boy said absentmindedly before turning to the man in the wheelchair. "Hey Dad, where did you put the first aid kit?" This boy named Jacob asked the man, who I now know to be his dad.

"It's under the counter by the register," the man's gruff voice replied. Jacob nodded and stood before heading through the door into main part of the store.

"Thank you for letting me hide out here," I said to the man, who I was assuming owned this store. He nodded and smiled at me.

"It's no trouble. It's not every day you get a celebrity coming into your store. Especially not a store for hiking equipment," the man chuckled. "Although it doesn't look like you had a choice. We saw you through the window and it looked like you could use a place to hide for a while, so Jake went to get you," the man explained. "I'm Billy, Jake's father," the man introduced, holding out his hand.

"It's nice to meet you," I said politely while shaking his hand. It was then that Jake returned with the first aid kit.

He crouched down in front of me and took a look at my knee.

"This is going to sting," Jacob warned, before he took an alcohol wipe from the kit and starting blotting at the scrape. I grimaced from the throbbing in my knee as he bandaged it up.

"There. All done."

I smiled at him in appreciation as he stood up to throw away the wrappers the bandages had come in. It was a little strange being bandaged up by a complete stranger, but oddly enough I found that I was comfortable around the two of them.

After that first encounter, Jake and I started hanging out more. I would stop by Billy's shop and talk with Jake whenever I was bored or wanted someone to talk to. It wasn't long before he became my best friend and Billy became almost like a father to me. He acted more like a father to me than my own one did.

Whenever I stopped by the store, I would try my best to help out. I think Billy was grateful for the extra help I brought him. Apparently, the store was passed down from his father and he was currently struggling to stay afloat. Because of their decline in sales, Billy couldn't hire anyone besides his son. After a while, people started noticing all of the time I spent at Billy's store which resulted in more people shopping there. For once I was appreciative of my popularity.

Over the years, Jake and I grew closer. He was always the one I could count on to be there and listen to me when I needed someone to vent to. Whenever I would get myself worked up about some crazy shit in my life, Jake would do his best to take my mind off of whatever it was. But he did this in his own way.

For instance, when I got my first bad review, which I had been upset about, he took me rock climbing at Joshua Tree National Park. Another time, when my mom told me I was fat and paid for me to get a personal trainer because "no one wants to watch someone with flab on the big screen," Jake got a hold of two beat up motorcycles. We spent the next couple of weeks fixing them up until they were ready to run.

The first time I tried to ride it, I didn't release the clutch right and ended up crashing and banging my head against the pavement. The result of that incident was seven stitches near my hairline.

Many of the stunts Jake and I have done have resulted in numerous injuries for the both of us. This is mainly the reason my parents don't like him. But they could never keep me away from him. By the time I was fifteen and Jake was seventeen, we blurred the lines of friendship by dating. Things started getting awkward after we lost our virginities to one another, so we decided to just remain friends instead. Looking back, it seems weird that we even attempted dating considering how neither of us have romantic feelings towards the other one.

We fell into a pattern of chaos for the years to follow. Jake brought me out of my boring shell I had been in. Before I met him, I would work and hardly do anything else. Jake made me see that I could actually have a life.

I had never had a friend until him. Pathetic, I know. But it's hard to make friends when your parents force you to be home schooled. I had met a few kids in the acting classes I was in, but they never seemed very friendly to me. A lot of them were a bit snobby, obviously coming from families with money where their parents would spoil them senseless.

Once Leah, Emmett, and Seth joined our group, things got even better. We would occasionally go to clubs or other venues and have fun. They were always supportive and didn't seem to mind when their pictures would show up alongside mine in the tabloids due to association. They weren't even bothered when the picture headings would name them as "persons unknown."

Looking over at Jasper while we made our way to his car, I wondered if he had gone through a similar childhood. The way he seemed to walk without hesitation as people gawked and pointed and took pictures with their camera phones, made me think that he has had one similar to mine. It took me years to be able to master the confident walk when people are shouting my name and jumping up and down from being in my presence.

It was a relief when we made it to his car and got in, finally getting away from the gawking people outside. He started up the car and pretty soon we were on our way.

The fifteen minute drive to my house from the restaurant was spent in relative silence. It was mostly a companionable silence though, which was weird considering how the whole night had been a fiasco with the whole Mike thing. Now come to think of it, I should probably apologize to Mike later for that…

Pretty soon, Jasper pulled up in front of my house. I stared at him curiously as he put the car in park and proceeded to open his door.

"What are you doing?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Walkin' you to your door," he stated bluntly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I gawked at him.

"Wha-but-why?" I finally managed to spit out. He laughed at my inability to form a complete sentence.

"Because," he started slowly, "someone has to make sure you don't trip over those two left feet you have." I rolled my eyes at his predictable response, but I followed him out of the car anyways.

"Hey what's that?" Jasper asked suddenly, squinting in the direction of my house.

"That is called a house. You know, something people live in," I said slowly, like I was talking to an infant. He shook his head at me, looking annoyed and slightly amused.

"Not your house, that," he gestured to a white box that was sitting on the doorstep.

I shrugged. I didn't even know FedEx came this late…

As we walked up the remainder of the porch steps, I saw that the box had something written on the top in what looked like red sharpie. As I neared the package, I stopped dead in my tracks. The writing on the top of the box was a verse from the song, I Will Possess Your Heart, by Death Cab for Cutie.

There are days when outside your window,
I see my reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirrored perspective,
when we'll be lovers, lovers at last.

But, what made my stomach drop, and bile rise up my throat wasn't the creepy ass lyrics, but the fact that I knew that writing.

"It's him," I croaked.

I looked up at Jasper, only to be taken aback by his expression. It was nothing I had ever seen on his face before. He looked angry, disturbed, and worried. For me? No, that couldn't be it.

"We need to call the police about this," he said suddenly. He reached in his pocket for his phone, but I put a hand on his arm to stop him. He looked at me questioningly.

"Not tonight," I said firmly. He looked at me like I had gone insane. Maybe I had. I just knew I didn't want to deal with this right now. I was tired and just wanted to go to bed. He opened his mouth to protest, but I cut him off.

"Not tonight," I said harshly. "I'll call tomorrow. I'm tired and I really don't want to deal with the police right now."

"Dammit Bella, this isn't something you can just put off!" Jasper exploded suddenly.

My eyes widened at his sudden outburst. He took a step closer until our chests were practically touching, him towering over me. I took a step back instinctively, feeling my back press against the closed door behind me. At that moment, I was actually scared of him for once.

After a few tense seconds passed, he seemed to realize the effect he was having on me because he immediately took a few steps back. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. I nodded to show there was no harm done. He closed his eyes like he was in pain before opening them and staring down at me again.

"I overreacted. I just think you aren't taking this as seriously as you should." He paused looking highly disturbed. "This could mean he actually knows where you live," he said, glancing at the package that was still lying untouched on my doorstep with that same weird look on his face. "I think you should call the police about this now."

I shook my head vehemently. "I'll tell them about this tomorrow. I don't want to have to deal with this right now." Jasper gave me a disapproving look.

"Bella, I think—"

"No," I cut him off, "I'll talk to the police tomorrow. I'm too tired to worry about this right now." He nodded slowly, still looking hesitant.

"Alright, but give me your phone." I stared at him curiously but handed my phone over to him. He pushed a few buttons in before I heard his phone vibrate. He handed my phone back to me.

"Now you have my number and I have yours. Call me if anything happens." He paused before adding, "And lock your doors. Okay?" I nodded and smiled up at him.

"Thanks," I said softly. "Goodnight Jasper." I turned around and opened the door to my house, hearing him walk back down the porch steps.

"Goodnight Darlin'," his response was so quiet that I wondered if I had actually imagined it instead. I smiled as I closed the door behind me, before heading off to bed.

AN: The next chapter is definitely going to be Jasper's POV! I've already started writing it so hopefully I'll be able to post it soon. I hope the beginning of this chapter wasn't boring...I just felt like I should go into Bella's background a little bit and decided to do that in this chapter.

So what is the song you think is the creepiest? Mine was always I will Possess your heart, if you could tell, because the lyrics give off a somewhat dark obsessive/stalkerish vibe. lol

I posted a sneak peak of my new story at the bottom of my other story. But to those of you who don't follow that one, I posted it again here.

Preview:

Raindrops began to fall around us and one landed awkwardly on my eyelash when I stared up at the black sky. The only semblance of light being the full moon that shone above us. A sudden flash of lightening suddenly illuminated our surroundings briefly followed by a loud clap of thunder. I jumped at the sudden noise, hearing the chuckles from around me.

"You're not scared, are you Bella?" Lauren sneered.

"She's doing a lot better than you when it was your initiation," Angela snapped. "At least she hasn't cried for her mommy like you did."

Lauren huffed but chose not to respond. If I wasn't so freaked out, I would have found what Angela said funny. But as it was, I had no idea where they were taking me, and I was admittedly frightened of what I was going to have to do tonight.

I'll try to get this new story out as soon as possible, but it might not happen for a few more weeks.

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