Absolute apologies for not posting yesterday, this one was very involved and I just didn't have the time. I don't want to give a bad chapter because of my time constraints. As a warning, this one contains a darker Edward than a lot of you are probably used to seeing. Drug use, violence, and mention of suicide are in this chapter. THIS IS A WARNING! If this bothers you, don't read. Otherwise, enjoy :)

Chapter 12

"According to her, she was out with him and his brother last night—which she said they had to drag him out of the house—apparently, he got a phone call. Leaving her with Liam, he left for about an hour and when he came back, he seemed really nervous to the point that Liam suggested they just leave. Bella, I really think he's getting back into the fighting ring."

"Em...why? Why would he do this? He saw what happened to Emily!"

"I don't know but the dumbass isn't returning my calls. Keira has been practically babysitting his ass and Liam is heading back to the military base he works on come tomorrow. I've talked to Esme but she's trying to convince me that he's okay. Bella, I can't leave right now. I swore to him I wouldn't leave ..."

"You wouldn't leave...?" Bella was starting to get irritated. This was too much for one person to fucking handle. Between her abusive husband and rogue lover, Bella was getting really frustrated, really fast. So, when her voice trailed off, Emmett looked away and gave her a 'please-don't-be-mad' smirk.

"I told him I wouldn't leave...well, you."

"Em..."

"I promised him and until Jake is out of the picture, you're stuck with me."

"Emmett, he's in just as much danger as I am! He can't do this!"

"It's not like he's going to listen to me, Bella. He's on a suicide mission. He wants to be back in jail...or worse...because he thinks that's where he should be."

"Fuck that! Emmett, he has to mean more than that to you! You have to help him!"

"When are you leaving Jake?"

"Why the hell is everyone so damn sure I'm leaving him?"

"We all think you should," Emmett said, shrugging his shoulders. "So are you?"

Bella stared at him for a few seconds before something finally snapped. "Yes. Now, let's figure out how to save Edward from himself."

An hour later, Jake had come back and Emmett told her that they'd talk tonight, as soon as Jake was gone. With Charlie there, while Jake seemed insanely annoyed, Bella was spared a huge fight. Thankfully, she'd remembered to put the bracelets back on before he could see she wasn't wearing them. As he picked up his bag to leave, he grabbed her under the chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. "I'll be home in two weeks. Don't fucking piss me off, Isabella. I swear to God, I'll make you hate your life if I find out you're still seeing him."

After composing herself, she walked back into the living room, pretending nothing had just been said. "Alright, we need a plan."

Jasper, Alice, Emmett, her dad, and Rosalie, all sat around the small living room and began to plot. To Bella's extreme annoyance, they were putting her safety first and wouldn't even talk about Edward until they had a plan for her. She was getting more and more anxious by the minute, knowing she needed to do something...anything to help Edward.

"Alright, if you refuse to discuss Edward, let's come up with a damn plan for me. I'm going to dance these next two weeks with Tyler. It's going to take at least a week to get a passport. I get that, I use some of the money Edward gave me, and book my flight. I'll figure out where to go from there once I land..."

"Bella, slow down. What about you and Jake?" Emmett asked.

"I'm going to tell him over the phone when I'm safely in London. Dad, you were right, you all were. I want to be with Edward."

"What money did he give you?" her dad ask.

"Um...money for a car. He had Liam wire it to me yesterday..."

"Enough for a car?" Charlie gasped.

"His parents are loaded, chief. Edward's very...protective...of Bella. He just wants her safe."

"Well, how much did he give you?" Charlie kept interrogating.

"Um...a lot..." she saw Charlie raise his eyebrows. Sighing, she admitted, "Thirty thousand."

Bella tried not to laugh as everyone's jaw dropped—except Emmett—who was laughing. "Anyway," Jasper spoke up, "I think it's a good plan."

"Agreed," Emmett said, while Alice and Rosalie bobbed their heads enthusiastically. The only person who wasn't smiling was her dad.

"Bella, this guy better be worth it and you better keep these two guys with you at all times over there. I'm going to turn the other way as far as the illegal gambling and fighting go. I won't do it if I know you're in danger."

"I'll be safe, dad." I don't have any other choice. It killed her to think that her little plan wasn't exactly what everyone thought it was. If she thought lying to them before was bad, wait until they realized she wasn't waiting the whole two weeks. She planned to leave, by herself, the second she had her passport in hand. The worst part was, they wouldn't be able to track her-she was having forgeries done. The guy who was doing it was an army friend of Mike's, she'd called Mike to see if they guy could help her as soon as Jake had left, knowing he'd gotten fake licenses for Mike a few years ago.

Not only was she changing her name, she had a fake marriage certificate to prove the reason for the change on its way. This was something she had to do. There was no way she could wait two weeks. He could be dead by then. In less than four days, she would be Mrs. Isabella M. Cullen. All she had to do was wait...and pray she wouldn't be too late.

EPOV

"You have no new messages. First skipped message sent..." Edward held the phone to his ear as he lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. This had become routine for him. Every night he'd call his voicemail and listen to both of her messages over and over until he passed out. Those messages were the only tie he still had to the life he had left just a few days prior.

"Edward, we're sorry, you're just not what we're looking for. We can't take the chance that this won't happen again. We deeply regret you won't be working for us anymore, you are a very talented man," the bitch with her hair pulled back in a bun that was just as tight as her ass seemed to be had informed him. He didn't know why he'd been so upset, he knew this was coming from the time Danny had broken the news to him. That life had never been what he was destined for.

As he lie there awake, Edward felt the drugs he'd just injected flow through his veins. The mixture of the lethal cocktail and Bella's voice was almost euphoric for him and he'd figured out that if he gave into these two addictions he had before he went to sleep, it heightened his dreams. They felt so damn real that some mornings he'd wake up sweating, in the middle of a wet dream. The first night had been a shocker for him, he hadn't had one of those since high school.

Some nights, even with the drugs, he'd see Emily. She was always just as beautiful as he could remember her. He remembered how she'd sleep on his chest every night, how she'd told him he was going to be a father, how he'd proposed to her, and then he'd see her lying there—murdered in cold blood. Tonight, he stared at the ceiling and thought about this beautiful, American angel. He had left everyone down, especially Emmett, who saved him so long ago from this very life. He didn't deserve Bella and for the past two nights had considered just ending things. The idea that Emily was up there, waiting for him, was enough to make him stop and think. He'd always been taught as a little boy in parochial school that if you killed yourself, you'd go to hell. Besides, how could hell be any different from where he was now?

Keira was the only one who he talked to anymore—through no choice of his own. She wouldn't leave him the hell alone. He bought this little shit hole apartment the day he was fired and to his annoyance, she followed him home. He had no idea what he'd call the relationship between the two of them. They weren't fucking, though he knew for a fact she wished they were. They weren't really friends, considering every time she came around it was to tell him how 'fucking stupid' he was being. They weren't enemies, though either. At this point in the game, he was just grateful for that—he had no room for anymore enemies.

He hadn't realized how much his addictions before had been just that—addictions. They came back fast and hard for him. The first night he was back, on Friday, he'd gone out with Liam and Keira—though all he really wanted was to stay home. They had visited the same bar he and Emily had met in while singing karaoke. The painful memories had rushed back full force as he still longed for Bella. After scrolling through the contacts of his phone, sitting at the bar, bored out of his mind, he found the number for a guy he knew used to sell any drugs Edward could possibly want. He'd sent him a text and the guy called him back seconds later, "Nice hearing from you, Masen."

Eddy Falcone had been his dealer since the day he'd gotten out of prison for Emily's murder. It had been purely an accident, they'd bumped into each other on the street, and got to talking. They hit it off—joking about having the same name. He told Edward how much just a little pot could calm the nerves. He'd smoked it before and figured he had nothing to lose. Within a month, he was not talking to his parents, and had been doing cocaine for at least three weeks straight. He had money, he had connections, he had it all. The night he tried crystal meth was the night Emmett had found him—it hadn't been pretty.

He vowed to never do meth again, ever. It was the worst reaction he'd ever had to anything. Never again would he even attempt it. Now, he thought of the small packets of white powder in the coffee can right beside his bed. He'd taken more than enough for one night but it still didn't feel like it was enough. He'd felt this before—this was what it felt like before things got bad. Before it took over your body, telling you it needed more, more, more.

In three days, he'd be back in that make-shift fucking ring. It was actually a cousin of Eddy's who'd needed someone to fight for him. Something bad had gone down and he owed a shit ton of money, Edward owed him a favor and figured he could easily do this to repay him. He knew he needed to be fully alert, off the crack, and in shape. He was exercising every minute he could and as for the drugs, he told himself he'd stop after tonight until the fight was over.

His overpriced phone was really all he was still holding onto from his life on the stage. He wouldn't answer it, though. Emmett, Jasper, anyone else who might need him, would just have to deal with it. He was a sorry excuse for even a fuck up and knew they'd be disgusted to see him like this. It was better if he just made a clean break. The only thing he missed, needed, craved, was his Bella. As much as he loved Emily, Bella had struck a nerve in him from the beginning. She was beautiful and smart and talented and...Edward drifted off to sleep, finally dreaming about the girl he left behind.

Edward woke up with just enough time to clean himself up from his nice little dream and head to the gym down the street. He chugged about a gallon of water, knowing he needed to stay hydrated. Edward went to his favorite area—the spot with the punching bag. While he brought blow after punishing blow down on the big, red, sack, he imagined it was Jake. A slow, familiar panic, briefly overtook him as he thought of little Bella, all alone, going up against her demented husband. Thank fuck for Emmett and Jasper.

"Hey, Masen, you ready for the big fight? Think you really still have what it takes?" Edward smirked and gave the red bag one last hit before turning to the familiar voice. Jude Falcone stood there, smiling. "What the fuck have you been up to, man? Your name fucking disappeared for awhile."

"I had some personal shit to attend to. I'm back though. I'm ready."

"I hope you're right."

"I know I am."

Jude worked out with him a little before taking off to do God knows what. A few minutes later, he heard his name again. "Masen!" This time, fear shot through him. His instincts were telling him to high tail it the fuck out of the damn place—he could deal with drug dealers, mob bosses, bookies, but in front of him stood one of the only people who would ever scare him shitless. Liam Masen stood looking straight at him, arms crossed, "You are seriously a piece of shit. You get that, right?"

"Stay the fuck out of this. This has nothing to do with you."

"The hell it doesn't. I'm not sitting back and watching you die. Fuck that. You know, mom and dad miss Emily, maybe you should stop this bullshit before they have to bury your stupid ass beside your dead fiance and her baby."

"Our baby," Edward corrected him.

"Sorry, your baby. Now, just come back home..."

"No. I'm doing this."

"Why? Why do you have such a vendetta to end your life? Do you think this is what Emily would have wanted? Think about the baby!"

"They're both dead, Liam! Seriously, back off."

"You were fine before leaving for the States. What the hell happened over there? I mean, Christ, you sent $30,000.00 to some girl you hardly fucking know. What isn't she safe from? It has nothing to do with a shitty ass car so don't even try to use that as an excuse."

"Her husbands abusing her," Edward choked out the words, they felt like sandpaper on his tongue.

"Shit..."

"I can't save her, Liam...look at me. I couldn't fucking save Emily and I can't save her..." He was aware that his voice was cracking but could seem to pull himself together.

"Edward, come on, man. You can make up for what you've done! You can turn your life around, you were turning it around!"

"Just go alright. I can't do this right now."

"Fine. I'm going. Just stop and think about what you're doing." Edward didn't need to think about anything, he knew what he was doing was wrong but it was too late now.

Edward woke up, having no idea where he was. Looking around, completely dazed, he figured he was in his apartment. After a few minutes, he stood up and took a second for his strained muscles to cooperate. While he hadn't had any drugs in his system for two straight days, he could remember the grueling work out he'd put himself through the night before. Tonight would be the night. He'd see the men who killed his family, he was going to shock the shit out of them.

Knowing this could quite possibly be it for him, he made sure he kept his wallet on him. Who knew what could happen? Around a quarter til five, Edward headed to his parent's house, who he hadn't seen in almost a week. He knew he owed it to them, to have this last time with him. His mother answered the door, smiling and beautiful—until she saw him. "Edward..." her face dropped as she took him in.

"Hey, mom. Is dad around?"

"He's not. He's at the hospital. He's on overtime."

"Oh. Well, I just wanted to stop and say hi. Do you think Kate's home?"

His mother was one of the most beautiful people he'd ever seen. Now, he could see fear written across her pretty face. "Why don't you come in for a little while, honey? You father shouldn't be much longer. You look like you could use some tea."

"Mum, I can't..."

"Why?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"I have to meet someone and I need to talk to Kate."

"Why?" Esme asked again, this time more forcefully.

"Mum, please. I have to go."

Shaking her head, she seemed to give up fighting with him. He knew that she knew something was seriously wrong. Before he could walk away, she flung herself at him and whispered, "Someone took your son away, Edward. Don't make your father lose his. Please."

"I love you, mum. Tell dad...I love him too."

His next stop was Kate's little townhouse. Kate had been his rock while he was in prison. He missed her wedding because of it and knew that he could never forgive himself for not being there. To his surprise, David, his brother-in-law answered the door. "Dave, hey."

"Hey, man!" David's face lit up, reminding him of his mother.

"Is Kate around?"

"No, you just missed her. She's out somewhere with Carmie. Would you like to come in for a little while?"

"No. Thanks, though. Just let her know I stopped by..."

"Will do, Edward."

The next person he needed to talk to was Liam. He had two hours before he had to be at the club everyone would be meeting at. Liam definitely was not the type to get involved with a club like that but Edward knew he was still around, that he hadn't gone back home yet. He was definitely still around and Edward figured he'd stop in every pub he could until he found him.

One Day Ago

Bella took a deep breath and pulled the trench coat up higher on her neck. She had no idea why she felt as cold as she did, it's not like she wasn't used to the cold Seattle weather. "You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul..." Fighting tears, Bella shook her head at the irony that this song, of all songs, was the one playing in her head. She could remember the feel of his hands and the taste of his skin. If she didn't take a step forward onto the damn plane, she would have to live with the feeling that her world was falling down forever. She was making a choice. This was it.

She knew they would never forgive her. This wasn't about Jake, this was about her friends, her father—even Billy. They all thought she was at the studio, working by herself on her solo. Little did they know, this morning she had snuck out and met the man who had given her a literal license to run. Now, she stepped onto the plane, trying not to think about all that she'd done over the past week.

Now, with her Isabella Marie Cullen passport, license, and marriage certificate, she sat down nervously in one of the many seats on the crowded airplane. Having never flown before, she had no idea what to expect and expected to feel scared. She soon realized it wasn't a feeling of fear, it was one of determination. Two days ago, Emmett had pulled her aside and said he was leaving for London at the end of the week. Keira caught Edward with a needle, no doubt for using drugs. Bella had no idea what she was getting into.

As a small town girl and the police cheif's daughter, Bella had definitely lived a sheltered life. Her first thought of a druggie was someone who had vomit down their shirt, a glassy gaze, and someone who wasn't their usual selves. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't imagine her Edward that way. It made her sick. She sat back and closed her eyes, bracing for the long trip. She had several lay-overs and decided to try to sleep while she could.

Upon landing in London, Bella turned her phone on and saw that they must have figured out she was missing. There were about ten missed calls and her inbox was full. Ignoring it, she threw her phone into her oversized bag and headed outside to wave down a taxi. Standing outside, she realized just how crazy this seemed. She was in a foreign country. This wasn't just a trip to the city. When she got into the taxi, it only got worse. She couldn't understand what the driver was saying and after handing him the address, she prayed he was at least going in the right direction.

Pulling her phone out, she kept a death grip on it, not even knowing if her cell phone service would work here. Then she realized it wouldn't matter, there was no one to call. Sitting back in her seat, she watched as rain fell in sheets on the road in front of them. When the car finally stopped she heard the man in the drivers seat whistle, "Well, miss, we're here. It's quite a home."

Without saying anything, she pulled out a bunch of bills and handed them to him. They were American dollars and he looked at her for a minute before taking them. She was pretty sure she handed him way more than necessary but really had no idea. He either thought it was sufficient or felt bad for her. He pulled away, leaving her standing in front of a large, white pillared house. There was a long driveway leading up to it and Bella was almost sure she had the wrong place. The rain was coming down harder and she was soaked to the bone by the time she reached the front door. Ringing the doorbell, she stood as tall as she could, knowing she looked like a drown rat.

After ringing the bell two more times, Bella hung her shoulders and turned towards the large yard. As tears came, Bella figured it wouldn't be too much of a big deal if she took a seat at the top of the steps. With her head in her hands, Bella thought about how much she was letting Edward down, she thought of everything she didn't do that could have helped him.

"Miss? Can I help you?" A man with a soft voice, stood in front of her as she opened her eyes and wondered how and when she'd fallen asleep. Disoriented, Bella slid back, away from him and forced herself to stand. The man looked nothing like Edward and she knew that she was in the wrong place. "I'm sorry. Please don't call the cops..."

"Hey, calm down. You're okay. You're not from here are you?"

She shook her head and tried to wipe her tears, though it was rather pointless being that rain was still hitting her. "I'm just going to go...this is so embarrassing. I must have the wrong address, or the driver didn't know what I was telling him, even though I had a paper with the address on it, anyway..." Bella stood up to leave, totally mortified and knowing that she hadn't made any sense.

"Please, just come in and let us get you some dry clothes. You're going to catch death out here. My wife has plenty of things she could lend you. Please, come inside."

Bella looked at him, trying to decide if she should run or follow the stranger into his home. Being that she was completely lost, soaked to her core, and needing to find a phone to use—hers was officially dead, she gave in and followed him into the house. "Honey?" the blonde man, who Bella just now realized was wearing a lab coat, called out while helping her get the wet hundred pound jacket off. When no one came to meet them, the man motioned for her to follow. "That's odd, she's usually awake when I get home..."

As they went down a long, beautiful, winding hallway, Bella could hear a muffled female voice. Only when they walked into a kitchen the size of her apartment back home did Bella hear her clearly, "I guess just come over..." the woman seemed annoyed but as soon as she hung up and turned to them, she smiled widely. Bella immediately liked her. The pretty woman wore a brown pair of heels with a dress to match that had an even darker brown belt around it. When Bella met her eyes, she could see somewhat of a resemblance to Edward's features but was pretty sure it was all a coincidence. "Who do we have here?" The woman asked, honey dripping from every word.

"She was on our front porch," then he turned towards Bella, "I'm sorry, what's you're name, sweetheart?"

"Is..." Bella stopped herself, wondering what to say. For all intents and purposes, she needed to keep up her game, even if that meant giving them her 'married' name. "Isabella Cullen." To her surprise, neither of her new acquaintances moved a muscle—not until the woman finally gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. Bella realized there were tears forming in her eyes. "Are you...are you okay, mam?"

"Where did you say you found her again?" the woman asked, ignoring Bella's question.

"On the front porch," the man said, turning towards her slowly, shock all over his face.

"Look, I have no idea what's going on but I think I'm just going to go...this is obviously...I don't even know...uncomfortable?"

"Bella, wait! Dear goodness, Carlisle, get her something warm to wear! Come, sweetheart, let's get you some tea..."

Hearing the woman use her name that way, she began to wonder if maybe she was in the right place. This was getting to be ridiculous. "I'm here looking for someone...I don't need tea."

"Are you...when did you two do it?"

It was Bella's turn to be shocked as she just stared at the woman, mouth hanging open. "I...what?"

"I mean, I can understand that he's been through a lot but to get married! Oh, and the idea that he'd use that damn made up name instead of the family name... Isabella Masen would have had such a nice ring to it..."

Bella's eyes grew wide. This was Edward's mother. She could definitely see the resemblance now. Having trouble breathing, she grabbed the back of a high stool and tried not to double over. She ignored her 'mother-in-law's' rambling and asked, "Do you know where he is? Edward? Do you?"

The copper-haired woman stopped and looked at her. "No. Did he know you were coming? I can't believe he didn't tell me he got married!"

"Who got married?" the blonde man asked, setting a pile of clothes in front of her.

"Yeah, who?" a very pissed off looking Keira stood behind him, arms crossed in front of her.

"Edward. Carlisle, this is his Bella! She's actually here! I guess she's our daughter-in-law..."

Bella didn't know who was more surprised but she did know that she was wasting time. "Look, I really just need to find Edward. It's really important!"

"He doesn't live here," Keira bit out, "can I have a word with you? In private?"

Bella swallowed and followed her, bringing the pile of clothes with her. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Keira asked as soon as they were in a small room away from Edward's parents.

"Emmett told me what was going on. I need to see him. Please."

"I haven't seen him at all tonight. I've been on the phone with Esme all night because she called me in a panic. We don't know where he is."

"You have no idea? Not even a guess? Keira, please!"

"Look, you don't want to be where he is, alright? It's not somewhere a girl like you should be."

"So you do know?" Bella asked, wanting to hit her.

"I think I know. You can't just wonder the streets at night looking for him!"

"You don't like me, what the hell is it to you if something bad happens to me?"

Looking her up and down, Keira shrugged, "Point taken."

"So you'll tell me where to find him?"

After a moment of silence, Keira sighed, "Fine. First of all, I'll take you there myself, you'll never find it. Second, I'm not staying, this is your suicide mission, not mine. Third, you can't go like that," she added, pointing to the pretty sweater Bella was holding. "We have to go now, before Esme and Carlisle know we're gone. We'll stop at my apartment on the way. You can change. I can't believe I'm fucking doing this..."

Less than five minutes later, Bella held onto her seat as Keira flew down the watery roads. "So is this place like a drug house or something?" she asked, wincing as they took a sharp turn and nearly ran a teenager over.

"Or something," the girl responded back slyly.

EPOV

Edward had long given up on finding Liam and had no choice but to head for the club they were meeting at. With a bottle of water and a shot of Grey Goose, Edward sat back on his stool and listened as Eddy talked to some girl, he wanted in her pants. Eddy, not Edward. Edward wouldn't touch one of the girls in here if his life depended on it. They weren't the type to be tied down...figuratively anyway...literally was quite another story. Either way, he had no idea how many diseases the girl Eddy was talking to probably had.

"Masen!" Turning back to Eddy, Edward saw his friend staring directly at the girl's tits. If the girl cared, she didn't let Eddy know it. She did however check out Edward.

Before he could hear what his friend had to say, something that without a doubt wasn't very important, he saw two big men come in out of the corner of his eye. Knowing better than to make eye contact, Edward glanced over and his suspicions were confirmed. The man who'd replaced him after the Emily situation walked in with the man who held the gun to his head. It took him everything not to just walk over and kill them both—even if he managed, he knew he would be just as dead, and he owed a favor to his friend—he had to fight.

The guys didn't seem to notice him, taking a seat at a table and already being surrounded by girls. "You alright, man?" Eddy asked, pulling his gaze away from the girl's well-endowed chest.

"Yeah. I'm fine," he said quickly. The idea that Eddy and him shared the same name made him shake his head...he couldn't decide if it was because they were completely different or pretty much the same. Music pumped through the speakers, the new Katy Perry song, Extraterrestrial.

"Your from a whole other world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go
Lead me into the light

Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison."

The song's lyrics rang through him as he thought about Bella for the five hundredth time that hour. One last time, he decided to listen to her voicemail. Her voice cut through him like glass. Focused on his phone, he realized a few seconds later that Eddy was leaning over his new friend and craning his neck. Turning to Edward, he nudged him and the girl he'd been hitting on for the past twenty minutes walked away. Edward rolled his eyes, motioning to the bartender who was talking to someone at the other end of the bar—that someone was big, dumb, and ugly who had replaced him when he took off to dance. There was also a girl, he could only see the side of her because she was pushing between two large muscleheads to talk to the bartender. Bella flashed through his mind again and he rubbed his eyes. You have serious fucking problems, man. It's not her.

For whatever reason, it annoyed him when he heard Eddy yell, "If you can't find him, I'll give you something to find, angel!"

Edward watched as the girl shifted uncomfortably, obviously Eddy made her nervous. Holy shit, my mind really is fucked up. She looks so damn much like Bella. I need to quit the drugs.

Big, dumb, and ugly got up and walked over to her, pulling the picture from her hands. Now, the girl faced completely away from him so that she could face the other guy and Edward took her in. Her ass was amazing in the tight dark denim jeans she wore and the black shoes that screamed 'please fuck me now' made her legs even longer than they no doubt already were. When she stepped back, obviously upset, Edward had the strange urge to beat the shit out of the guy. Only able to watch the guy's facial expressions, he saw him motion her to a stool beside him. The girl hesitated but must have relented because she decided to take it.

"Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction"

When she turned to sit down, it was a stool facing in his direction, and he was able to get a good look at her face. The first thing he felt was his heart slam into his throat. Next, terror almost paralyzed his entire body. Last, shock and horror made him stand up, drawing attention to himself. He knew big, dumb, and ugly saw him at the same time that the girl did because they both stood up, neither paying attention to the other. He mentally cursed himself for reacting like this. While his mind did that fun little task, his heart fought it. It was her. Holy fuck, Bella's here. She's right here in front of me.

Sorry to end it there but this is getting a bit too long. Next update will be tomorrow...I think :) Tell me what you think about the chapter...it was a crazy one to write! LP xoxo