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EPOV

After a sleepless night, I decided to go speak to Charlie myself. I had to know where Bella was and how I could get in contact with her.

I had to make sure that Renee didn't destroy what had happened between us.

The problem was that Charlie wasn't sure if they'd just gone to Seattle or if they'd already left for Paris. According to his information they hadn't been due to leave for London for four more days. Renee had just told them that some things had come up and they needed to leave early. He didn't really stay on top of their comings and goings as much as he really should have as he and Renee basically lived two separate lives, even though they were married. As long as Bella was healthy and being taken care of, he seemed okay with staying oblivious. But, he apologized and slapped me on the shoulder, "She'll call when she gets a chance, boy. Don't worry I know how much my girl loves you."

Then he basically pushed me out the front door. I stood on the porch and wondered if maybe Bella left me a note or something in her room since we had made plans for me to come over last night so I could bring her the phone I was supposed to buy for her.

I waited a few hours after my encounter with Charlie then snuck up to her room. The window was unlocked so I slipped in easy enough. I turned on the little lamp on the desk to give myself some light to search around. I saw her journal, where it lay right on top of her desk. Right along with a tiny folded up piece of paper on top of it.

I grabbed it and unfolded it carefully to see her tiny, squiggly writing;

I love you …...Rescue me, Knight...I miss you so much already...I'm yours always...Princess

I folded the paper back up like she had it originally and tucked it into my pocket. I stared down at her journal as it lay on her desk. The temptation was too great, so I opened it.

There tucked inside the first page was another note; Read me and know how much I've missed you.

It was her thoughts and feelings over the past year that we'd basically been away from each other. I felt the tears on my cheeks before I even realized that I was crying. I knew that these thoughts were precious to Bella and for her to leave them for me, so that I knew without a doubt how she felt, it blew me away. I shouldn't have been surprised since she always took such good care of me. When she could she did. I didn't hold her accountable for anything else other than that.

I tucked the book into my back pocket and crawled out the window to head home.

Once I got to my room, I got comfortable and pulled out the journal to read. The first entry was the night she kicked me out of her room.

A few hours later I heard a small knock on my door followed by my mother's head as it peeked into my room.

"You want some dinner? It's on the table." Her eyes noticed the book in my hands and then she smiled at me. "What's that you're reading? You've been holed up in here all afternoon." She came in and sat on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Mom, can I trust you with something like, really, really personal?" I asked as I sat up against the headboard.

She smiled at me and ran a finger across my forehead to move some hair from my eyes.

"Son, my sweet baby boy, you can talk to me or your dad about anything...you should know that by now." Elizabeth's green eyes twinkled as she spoke.

I smiled and looked down to Bella's journal before I looked back to my mother's face, "I'm going to marry Bella. Last night with her was the greatest night of my life. I've known since I was four years old that I loved her but night before last night...that night reminded me of why I loved her."

My mother's hands grasped mine, "I've always known that the two of you belonged to each other, Edward."

"Then why does Renee insist on trying to keep us apart?" I asked and hoped that maybe she'd have some answers for me.

She let out a deep breath, "Renee had dreams of her own once upon a time. But, an injury and then her pregnancy kept her from living out her own dreams. Then, when she couldn't have more children, it only made her focus more on Bella. She pushed that girl to become all that she couldn't be."

She stood up and walked towards the door. "I worry sometimes that she puts too much pressure on Isabella. But, Edward, you've seen Bella dance, she's a natural. Just like you, my sweet boy are a natural musician." She opened the door, smiled at me, "Dinner's getting cold."

I nodded my head and leaned back against the wooden headboard as she closed the door behind her.

I had to figure out a way to save Bella from Renee's dreams.

3 Months Later

We loaded all our gear on the bus before the road manager announced we were ready to roll. We'd just finished a gig in some town with a crowd full of faceless people. I had to be honest I didn't remember shit about it. I hadn't been able to reach Bella and I was frustrated. None of this shit mattered if she wasn't in my life.

"Eddie...mail." James, our road manager, yelled from the front of the bus.

I got up off my bunk and walked towards him with hopes that it was a letter from Bella.

I grabbed it from his hand, "Thanks." I turned the envelope over and noticed that it was postmarked from New York. My heart sped up as I lay down and stared at the piece of paper over and over. I was almost afraid to open it.

Finally my curiosity got the better of me and I ripped it open. However, it wasn't Bella's writing on the paper, well, kind of…it was a little neater than how Bella usually wrote but it was tiny like her loopy style usually is…but, I'm fucked up so it's probably from her…

Edward, stop trying to contact me. I want nothing to do with you. I have a career as a dancer. You have a career as a Rockstar. I'm over you. Now, stop calling Charlie. Stop sending messages to the Ballet Academy. Stop trying to contact me, period. Renee will destroy you and your career if you don't. She's threatened to have you charged with rape since I was still seventeen. Just leave me alone.

Bella

I was shocked and filled with rage.

She signed it with her name. She'd never, ever signed anything with her name. It was always signed Princess…maybe she truly didn't love me anymore.

My Princess was gone.

"Jazz!" I yelled across the walkway towards his bunk.

"What?" He asked as he poked his head in my direction.

"I need a hit." I said with a tense jaw and gritted teeth. I needed to numb the feelings that had built up inside of me.

Princess didn't want me? That night meant nothing to her? She wanted nothing to do with me?

All our plans meant nothing.

All our dreams amounted to shit.

"Here man," Jasper said as he handed me a handful of pills and a joint. "But, take it easy lightweight, or they'll hit ya hard."

I grabbed all that he offered and pushed him out of the way as I made my way to the back of the bus where the booze was.

I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and swallowed two of the pills followed by a long, deep pull on the bottle.

All this time I had hoped and waited to hear from her and this is what I get? A 'Dear John' letter?

Fuck that.

I plopped down on the sofa seat and lit the joint as I waited for the pills to kick in.

Two hours later, I was drunk, numb and locked inside my head, as that night in the pool house played over and over in my mind.

The days and nights all became a blur as I moved from two to three pills to eight to ten pills to numb the pain. When that didn't work anymore, I added a few lines of coke and a lot of booze.

Before I knew it I didn't recognize myself in the mirror anymore. I was skinny, had dark circles under my eyes and I couldn't make it through even just a few hours without a hit of something. Without my external help, Bella's face drifted across my eyes on a nonstop movie reel. I saw what we had and what I lost, what she gave away.

I hadn't talked to my parents in a few weeks and I didn't care about their concern. I didn't want to talk to them or hear about any news that they might have about my Princess.

We had two more gigs on the road then we'd be back at home for a few weeks, but I had decided that I wasn't going home. I couldn't be that close to her memory or our lives together.

I was going to California and stay fucked up on the beach.

Three days later I grabbed my darkest sunglasses as I crawled out of my bunk. I think we were in Venice Beach but I couldn't be sure.

"Hey, E, I've got some new stuff. You in?" Garrett asked as I walked towards the front of the bus.

"Fuck yes. Give me what you've got." I said as I grabbed a beer and sat down next to him.

I watched him pull out a needle and a long tube that looked like rope.

"Heroin?" I asked as I realized what he was about to do.

"Fuck yes, and it's some of the best shit I've ever had." He joked as he began to tie the tube around his bicep.

"As long as it'll help me not deal with all this shit," I said as I waved my free hand around in the air, "then I'm all in."

Fuck it, what did I have to lose at this point anyway?

Bella was gone from my life.

My parents were disappointed in me.

I played shitty songs to a bunch of fucked up teeny-boppers, night after night.

I hated my life.

I hated Bella for hurting me.

I hated myself for loving her.

"Tie me up." I said after he'd pulled the needle from his arm.

I watched as he showed me how to do it and I laid my head back against the sofa as the needle sliced through my skin.

"Fuuuck." I mumbled as the drug sped through my veins and the instant euphoria ran through my blood.

I knew I'd never give this up...I didn't care anymore.

Three Months later

The drugs didn't really work anymore, because high or not, Bella was all I still thought about. My song writing was being balked at because the songs were all to 'emo' for the bands image.

The producers wanted something more edgy, more angsty and less about love lost or pining away for love that we no longer had.

Problem was I had nothing else in the tank.

I was done. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die but no one would let me. They'd even called my parents out on the road to help me, but I'd sent them away.

Fuck.

My damn phone is ringing from that unknown number, again. Unless it was that new dealer that Garrett found, I didn't want to talk to anyone, much less deal with anymore of this publicity crap.

The media outlets kept asking for pictures for a feature they were writing on me but I seriously had no interest in having the focus on me. Especially after that last bitch of a journalist made me out to be some sort of a manwhore in an article for her trashy magazine, I'd had my fill of doing any publicity.

I sighed and answered the phone, ready to rip into whoever it was.

"What the fuck do you want?" I growled into the receiver.

Nothing but silence.

"Did you fucking hear me? You just gonna ignore me now? I ain't got time for this shit, I need another fucking hit so stop fucking…." I waited to hear someone reply but all I heard was a quiet noise that sounded like a gasp of air.

Could it be? Could it finally be my Princess? "…Bella?"

"Oh, Edward." It was her. Finally, after all this fucking time, it was finally her voice on the other end of the damn phone. It made my heart hurt and I wanted nothing more than to hold her, wrap my body around hers and keep her in my arms forever.

But, something was wrong. That thought alone forced me to banish all the anger and resentment that I had lived with the past few months.

"Oh, God, baby, how are you? I've missed you so much please tell me that you are alright?" My voice sounded desperate but I didn't give a shit.

"I tried to find you, I swear I did. Are you okay?" I needed her to tell me, reassure me that she was safe, if nothing else. Because her voice sounded off.

Distant.

Hurt, and like she could fade away at any moment. I ran a hand through my hair and then lit a cigarette. I closed my eyes and imagined her in front of me so I could protect her, save her…fuck, just to touch her again would be priceless. Just see into her eyes, to know for a fact that she didn't mean anything that she wrote in that letter.

"Oh, Edward." I could hear the pain in her voice and I knew that she was crying, whether she wanted me to hear it or not. I've known her my whole life and I could read her like a book, in person or not. She was crying and I needed to get to her right the fuck now.

"I need you, Knight, it's time to rescue me. Please?" She begged me and my heart all but stopped as I tried to center my brain and focus on what I could do to get to her, like yesterday.

"Rescue you? Why on earth are you telling me this now? After you've pushed me away time and time again and then that fucking letter…I'm supposed to just forget all of that and come save you?"

She sniffled and I could tell that she was stifling her sobs.

"You…you got my letters?" She asked so quietly I almost didn't hear her.

I pulled a drag off my cigarette, "Um, yeah, Bella, I got the letter telling me to leave you the fuck alone, were there others?" I said angrily and cringed. I'd never talked to my Princess this way before.

"What are you talking about, Edward?" She said a little confused.

"The letter you sent me a few months ago telling me to leave you the fuck alone, that you were done with me," I snapped and yanked at my hair after putting out my smoke.

She gasped, "Renee!"

Fuck. I should have known…my mind tried to replay what it said, how it was written…but in a drugged out haze I had burnt it along with a nice size hole in the couch.

Fuck. I shook my head and tried to think straight, clear…coherent.

"Where are you, Princess?" I had to know where she was now, at this moment. I would hire a fucking private jet if I had to, just so that I could get to her. My Princess had called me.

She needed me.

I had to come to her rescue. I always had and I always would, no matter what the fuck I had to do to make it happen. I could sense her hesitancy. What was wrong that she was hiding from me?

Did she know about my life?

About my drug use?

Or the fact that my life was miserable without her?

"Uhhm, well can I call you back in about two hours, let me figure out how to get away from Renee and then we can meet somewhere, okay?" I didn't like this idea at all. That bitch of a mother would figure out what we were up to and try and stop us.

The problem for her was that we were both over eighteen now and she couldn't fucking stop me. Bella needed me and I'd move heaven and fucking earth to get to her. Renee and my hurting heart be damned.

"Okay, as long as you're sure you're okay?" I knew that she wasn't but I would go along with her until it proved pointless. I was here and she was wherever the fuck she was, so I had to believe her. I didn't have a choice.

"I promise I'm fine, I'll call you back in two hours and then I'll know all the details. I promise." She sounded like she was out of breath. She was tired I could hear it in her voice.

"Okay, Princess, two hours," I could hear a tiny whimper and I knew that she was crying again.

Fuck.

She needed me. I had to get to my Princess. How am I going to manage to get away from these assholes and get to her in time? I needed a fix before I went that much was for damn sure.

But, I needed my head clear. I had to protect my baby girl. I had to be the Knight for her once again.

I got up, grabbed a duffle bag and stuffed it full of clothes, my wallet and my laptop.

Two hours.

Fuck.

It felt like a lifetime as I sat and watched the seconds tick off the clock on the wall.

A/n: What has Edward gotten himself into? Will Bella call in two hours? OOOOHHH the suspense...

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Kyla