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Chapter 12 Part 2

Third Man Walking

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EPOV

I woke up the next morning to a banging sound on my bedroom door.

Looking down, I found my right hand inside my pants, which was nothing unusual, and my left hand was clasping the phone.

For a brief moment, I considered stroking myself, taking the edge off, but one look at the screen of the phone and the continuing noise behind the door were enough to eradicate the morning wood problem for me.

"What?" I groaned roughly.

"E, get up, man."

"Jasper, what do you want?" I asked with irritation.

"Chop-chop, we've got to go!"

I hopped up from the bed and hid the phone in the pocket of my jeans before opening the door.

Jasper stepped in without asking for an invitation. He passed right by me as if I wasn't there.

Invasive asshole. Always had been.

Quickly gazing around the room, I silently exhaled in relief. My table was clear of paper, and the screen of my computer was off. He couldn't see what exactly I'd been up to. I vaguely remembered closing all the programs before going to bed. Jasper was the last person I wanted to know where my interests where lately.

"E, you've got ten minutes, get going, man."

"Jasper, I'm going to ask one more time. What the fuck? Why are you in my room and what's the rush?"

"I was just telling Alice, something's up with you. I just know it," Jasper said with a thoughtful expression on his smug face. "Wanna talk to me about what's bothering your pretty head, E?" He grabbed my face and pulled the skin under my eyes down with his thumbs, checking my pupils.

"What, you're my fucking shrink now?" I slapped his hands away and pushed him away.

Jasper chuckled, patting my shoulder. "It's my true calling, brother. And I can always tell the weakest link. Take you, for example…" He pointed his finger at my chest while I glowered at it. "The weakest I've ever seen, man. But I'm afraid that the shrink services for you are out of question. What if you crack and spill our big family secrets?"

"Really? I'm the weakest link?" I glared at him, pissed off he was getting to me so easily and that was how I started my day. I needed a smoke, and the asshole had to leave immediately.

Of course he had no intention to do such a thing. I hovered behind him as he moved through my room to my computer, flicked his finger over the mouse, and glanced at the screen. My blood boiled. "Get away from my work, I'm not done yet."

"Ah, I'm starting to worry you never will be." He studied my defensive posture for a moment. "Why does it feel like I have to do everything by myself lately?" he asked, sighing dramatically.

"Right. Because you're such a family man, a motherfucking breadwinner." I seriously considered punching him, already zeroing in on the perfect spot to aim for—right there, under the jaw on his left. I'd been itching to do it for so long. One right hook to knock him down for a while—enough time to go downstairs to eat my cereal and milk in peace.

Okay, that might not actually play out the way I was imagining. If I did that, most likely Alice would have me for breakfast. When it came to Jasper, my sister was a menace, and I really didn't feel like messing with her today. Mostly, I wanted to hide in my room or to drive to Forks.

Because Bella hadn't called.

"Jasper, what do you want?"

I sighed, looking away from his smirking face, and stepped to the chair with my jeans. It took all my might not to reach for the phone in the pocket. Jasper eyed my movements around the room. With clean clothes in hand, I stopped at the bathroom entrance. "So, was there a point to your visit? I need to take a piss and a shower."

"So?"

"So, are you gonna get the fuck out or do you want to hop in with me? Check if my foreskin is clean?"

"E, never lose your sense of humor, man!" He laughed. "That's what I love about you, you can deliver a punch line."

I grimaced, sick of the games we kept playing—him pushing, me kicking back.

"I'll have you know, E, it's not as early as you think. It's already past ten." Jasper peeked inside my closet. I was surprised he didn't touch my wallet on the table to count the cash in it or look through the receipts. "Not sure what kept you up so late last night, care to share?" he asked, smiling. Though he seemed to think he was being smooth, there was nothing subtle about his moves.

I snorted. "Right, because you always do."

"Alright, Sleeping Beauty, we have big plans for today. Get ready," Jasper said, getting his phone out. He punched a few keys on it.

"I think it's your turn to explain. Care to share?" I mocked him as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door right in his face.

Within seconds, Jasper yanked the door open. I tried not to flinch, and I didn't shout for him to get out. There was no point in yelling or asking him for some privacy. Even if I called him a homo, he'd still be here, getting on my nerves. Like I said, invasive motherfucker couldn't be cured, and I had to live with it.

I stared at the white sterile tiles on the wall in front of me while taking a piss, reminding myself that everything this guy did was deliberate. He came to my room for a reason, but Jasper, being Jasper, he couldn't just talk to me man to man; there wasn't enough satisfaction for him in that. He wanted me shaken and stirred, all riled up, because he liked to test my self-control.

We both knew it; it was just a matter of who had tougher skin. Unfortunately, the score so far was not in my favor, but it wasn't stopping me from still trying to fuck with him too.

"We are going to Olympia," he announced. "I have a hot date for you lined up."

Shaking my dick and pulling the front of my pants back up, I turned to him. "Hot date? You do know our tastes are completely different."

So different, I intended to keep my mouth zipped about who I really wanted to be my hot date from now on.

"No matter, brother, it's business, but you might need to mix it with some pleasure. Lucky you!"

I spit the toothpaste into the sink a minute later and gave Jasper a quizzical look in the mirror. I was waiting for him to elaborate.

Jasper leisurely leaned against the door frame, crossing both his feet and arms. His eyes wandered to the ceiling: he was lost in his own world, which I wished I never had to be a part of. Unfortunately, we were molded together, no way to disassociate us now.

"Let me hear about business first," I suggested morosely. "And I doubt about the pleasure."

"Never say never." He cackled. "It's going to be a slightly different assignment. It should help you to diversify your talents, expand your capabilities as a professional, so to speak."

I felt my jaw tighten, I did not like where it was going. "Keep going," I said anyway.

"There's this girl," Jasper started, I didn't have to ask him twice. "As it appears, she's got just the access we need, and you'll have to find a way to get it through her."

"New access codes?"

"Yeah, man."

"Fucking great. What was wrong with the ones I was working on? I've spent weeks!"

"Let's face it, it wasn't going anywhere. At the end of the day it wasn't worth the time we were spending on it," Jasper answered in a patronizing tone, making me grimace. "No worries, my new idea is a lot better. This one is our next big step, E. If we don't screw it up, which we won't, it's going to be epic, man. This is text book!" He shifted from his position, pushing himself off the door frame. Extending his hands over his head, he gripped on the top of the frame and stretched forward with a satisfied grunt. The asshole enjoyed the whole conversation way too much.

"Uh-huh, much better than the one I wasted my time on?" I asked.

"With much better reward, E, trust me." Jasper nodded, ignorinig my sarcastic tone.

Of course. Why else would he be changing horses mid-stream?

I snapped. "Well, I sure appreciate a fair warning. You could've told me a bit sooner, don't you think? So I didn't bust my chops on it for nothing."

"Yes, yes, your chops. We'll use them, just in different area this time."

"Different area?" I growled. I did not like where it was going at all.

"What's the matter, E? You can't handle a little bit of a challenge?" Jasper asked. He sounded light, but his eyes were probing, searching my face. "Do I need to worry about your commitment?"

Did he? Yes, he did. Motherfucker.

My commitment had nothing to do with Jasper. We wouldn't even be talking right now if it wasn't for my family, and he knew it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm.

"Did you talk to Rosalie and Emmett?" I opened my eyes again, meeting Jasper's hard gaze. I didn't have to ask about Alice since we kept her out of our business matters as much as possible as part of our "family protection plan".

"Yeah, man, to Rosalie. It's all cool. Discussed and decided." Jasper lightly punched the door frame with the side of his fist, enunciating the words.

Of course I recoiled. "Oh, so you and Rosalie are now deciding who I'm sticking my dick into? Forget it!"

"Whoa, man!" Jasper protested. "No one here is whoring you out."

Fuck, how I hated my life.

I saw myself in the mirror. My eyes were almost black; I looked possessed. A dead soul, a poison, a monster—whatever it was I carried within me— it didn't stand a chance of salvation. The knowing smirk plastered on Jasper's face behind me only served as confirmation of that thought. I could keep denying it, but really, we were two peas in a pod. Him and I, we were brothers in all but blood. Except, while I resented everything about myself, Jasper had embraced it and kicked it up several notches. I even envied him somewhat—he was so sure of himself, knew exactly what he wanted and how to get there.

Envy, however, wasn't something I wanted to feel when it came to this manipulative bastard. Without responding, I quickly changed and stepped into the hall with my wallet and keys in hand.

"Listen, man." Jasper grabbed my shoulder trying to stop me; I shook it off. "E, wait, you know how it works." He followed me down the stairs and kept talking. "We all carry our weight. If you can get what we need without touching a single girl, that's fine. No one gives a flying fuck how you achieve it."

His idea was crumbling before his eyes; of course he'd say anything to get his way.

"I'm not saying yes," I answered. "Give me the details in the car. And I'm driving." I latched to whatever little control I had in this situation.

It was quiet downstairs. Rose sat in the kitchen looking through some papers, she waved without raising her head from them. By a force of habit, I noted the expression on her face. It was calm and focused, which meant she'd had a worry free night. Just seeing that made me feel a little less mad at her and her controlling nature.

Nonetheless, my appetite was gone. I passed the kitchen and went straight to the carport outside the house.

Jasper whistled something out of tune while planting himself on the passenger seat next to me. "Alright, E. Here's what we're doing."

For the next hour, he shared with me his new plan, and I had to give him props—it had a clever idea behind it. The cynical part of me even considered that in some ways this job could be kind of fun. When it came to business part, of course.

We had an agreement a long time ago that we would pursue jobs only when everyone on our team voted 'yes'. Despite my resentment, I couldn't deny that Jasper's new plan sounded good and could make us worry-free for awhile.

Outside of our extracurricular activities, Jasper and I had absolutely nothing in common; there was not a lot to talk about. After driving in silence for a while, Jasper, clearly bored, pushed the power button of the radio. A talk radio show came on, something about yet another issue erupting in the Middle East.

"Man, how can you listen to this crap?" Jasper fiddled with the buttons on the radio to change the station.

"Jasper, leave it alone." I switched it back.

"C'mon, E, it's boring as fuck, I need some muzak. Da entertainment, you know?" He pushed his hands up a few times, imitating the beat of the music, before reaching for controls again.

"I've already told you before," I warned him, my voice tight. "My car, my rules. Watch the scenery outside, relax."

"What am I, some teenage boy who gets off at the sight of green bushes?" He quickly rolled the dial of the radio.

The violins of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto number One flooded the car, followed by a strong, flawless theme played on the piano. I knew this piece like no other—this recording was by Cliborn who performed the Concerto in Moscow in nineteen fifty eight. The piece was gorgeous, complex, and also a trigger for me. Instead of providing pure joy as it should have, it tormented me with flashes of the events I wished to forever erase from my memory.

I wanted to cover my ears or kill the source of the music. The first option was for little girls, and since last time I checked I owned a dick. I clenched my teeth and hit the power button with the ball of my palm, extinguishing the sounds.

"You don't like it? Aren't you the talented musician in the family?" Jasper chuckled ruefully, condescendingly.

I was a man and wasn't taking this shit any longer.

The last string holding my restraint together popped, hissing, in my head. I shook, while my fist smashed into the dashboard. The radio coughed and started a spattering staccato of music, which made me see red. I hit the panel again and again, sending my anger into it until there was nothing coming out of the speakers except static.

"Dude!"

Somewhat disoriented, I twisted to Jasper with my fist still in the air.

"Got more to say?" I scowled encouragingly.

"It's all cool, E," Jasper said slowly, soothingly, raising his hands up in concession. "All green. I'm doing the scenery, man. See?"

He shifted closer to the window and turned away in demonstration. I eyed him angrily, taking calming breaths, while the gleeful voice inside my head hooted that I was getting closer to evening up our score.

"Just fuck off," I offered complaisantly, the dull pain in my knuckles felt strangely pleasant.

"Alice will have a stroke, E, just sayin'," Jasper muttered into the window after a while, still watching the wall of trees passing by.

"I never wanted this car." I had just acted like a juvenile, and now sounded like one. What I hated the most was showing weakness in front of the man I couldn't allow myself to lose my cool around.

I rose from my seat and pulled the phone out of the pocket of my jeans. It was powered off. Strange, since I didn't remember turning it off. It couldn't be Jasper's doing, as I'd had my clothes with me the whole time while he was in the room. I pushed the power button on. The screen was as blank as my future. I pressed the button again, already knowing the outcome.

The phone was dead. I had it on all day yesterday and was checking it all night before I had fallen asleep with it still in my hand.

What if Bella did call? What if she wouldn't call again thinking I didn't pick up on purpose?

I didn't need a shrink to deconstruct my actions—clearly Bella's non-call was the main reason for taking out my aggression on the radio.

I had no particular regrets about losing that source of entertainment. Living my life waiting for the call that wasn't coming was a different story. Not ready to give up hope yet, I considered buying a car charger in Olympia, but then, I'd have to ward off Jasper's curiosity, since I never cared about my phone that much before.

Basically, no matter where I turned I could never win.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked to distract myself.

"Northwest. There's a shopping mall not too far away."

"Sure. Shopping."

"You might as well try it. Aren't you sick of all your old clothes?" Jasper talked as if nothing had happened only a half an hour earlier. The guy had the skin of a rhinoceros, while all I wanted was to skin myself. For two reasons. One—this way Jasper would never try to get under it again. And two, well, I fucking hated the skin I lived in, why else?

"My old clothes are just fine." I grumbled. Having Alice on my back about that was more than enough.

"Doesn't matter to me. Although, if I were you I'd try to clean up better for your new job." He smirked.

"I'm not spending money on clothes," I said stubbornly, not taking my eyes off the road.

"What exit should I take?" I asked as the first sign for Olympia came to a view.

None of us ever used a navigation system or printed directions to have no traces of our plans. Everything we needed we kept in our heads.

"Take Black Lake Boulevard exit, keep left," Jasper instructed, sitting up more straight. "And seriously, we are parking at the shopping mall, it's closer. We're almost out of time."

"I bet they have security cameras."

Jasper shrugged. "Good luck going through a weeks' worth of data looking for what exactly?"

I disagreed but didn't argue.

"So, E, this chick always eats at the same place, which is good for tracking her down initially, but I'd rather you didn't go to the same place too many times."

We parked on the ground level of the parking structure and crossed the street. The food court was crowded at past one o'clock in the afternoon.

"This is her break time," Jasper said as we sat down with our sodas. "There, see those two chicks? The one you need is in a... uh, something that looks... Is it pink? Shit, I think I'm gonna go color blind if I look at that for another second. You look!"

I snorted and searched the tables before us for two girls, one of them was supposed to be in...

Whoa, that was pink, alright. And are those ruffles on that blouse? Who the hell wore ruffles nowadays? It wasn't nineteen eighteen anymore, but it looked like the girl didn't get the memo.

Despite her getup, she could have been actually pretty if… If she had lush chestnut hair, big chocolate eyes and plump rosy lips. Well, the girl would have been beautiful then. But for starters she was blond, and she wasn't Bella. Therefore, there wasn't a fair comparison.

I winced at the thought that in order for me to get the security codes I most likely had to seduce the blond girl in neon pink.

I turned to Jasper, who appeared to be watching me, while he slowly rolled a coin between his poker-trained fingers. "What if I steal it?" I suggested hopefully.

He shrugged. "She'll report it, and they'll change all the codes."

I whispered, "Fuck." Of course, he was right.

"Boy, why don't you just go with the flow? What if you like her? She ain't bad lookin'." He flipped the coin in the air and pinned it down to the back of his hand. "Head or tails?"

"Head," I chose absentmindedly still studying the girl.

"Man," Jasper chuckled, "and you're telling me that I am one-track minded."

I turned to him, confused.

"Your chance for a head," he nodded to the girls, "is right there."

Money and sexual innuendos—I personally had no questions about the depth and dimension of this man's mind.

"Your pimping skills lack refinement." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, let me think."

"Think, man, think. We need this." The smile disappeared from his face. He pulled his brows together. "Honestly, E, you're making a big deal out of nothing. All we need for her to be distracted for one hour."

"How do you suggest we do this? You want me to distract her and duplicate the code all at once?"

"We could drug her," Jasper thought out loud, assessing the girl.

"Absolutely not. I am not doing that. Besides, don't you think she'll report me after waking up?"

"You should pick tails then." Jasper placed the coin on the table and pushed it to me, smirking. "Head doesn't seem to be in your future."

Oh, it would be. Eventually. Maybe. If it wasn't so disgustingly complicated.

I didn't allow myself to think of Bella's lips that way, forcing a wild fantasy away.

I thought of the dead phone in my pocket with longing. If she had called and decided not to leave a message, I wouldn't even know it.

The situation was sick. Here I was, laying down the plans to charm some random girl I couldn't even look at, while the only girl I wanted might want nothing to do with me.

"So, what's the plan, E?" Jasper asked impatiently. "How are we doing this?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Why couldn't I just sit in my room and code? The plan I considered clever just over an hour ago now seemed absurd and far stretched.

"Decide already. Man, there is no one but you to do this. You're damn good looking and the only single in the family."

I rubbed the back of my neck, looking everywhere except at the table with the blond. "I don't think so, Jasper. I don't like it."

"What's the matter, E, are you saving your virtue for someone special?"

If I had a virtue.

"Is there someone, E?" Jasper kept probing; the asshole picked up on my hesitation immediately. "Someone we need to know about?"

"None at all," I replied firmly, glad that my voice didn't betray me. "I have no one."

"Then it shouldn't be a problem." Jasper narrowed his eyes at me. "Should it?"

"I said, there is no problem, Jasper." I needed to end this conversation before I got myself into deeper trouble. "I.,. I'll do it."

"There you go, that's the spirit." Jasper offered me a fist and I bumped it half-heartedly.

"Let's talk details of your date, E."

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I drove back home like a maniac. Jasper had to remind me several times about the speed limit and the roads infested with cops and the radars. The dead phone burned a hole in my pocket. I vowed to myself to buy a new battery and a car charger, and cursed myself for not thinking of it before.

With my hands shaking, I plugged it to the power as soon as I made it back to my room. "Come on, come on," I whispered impatiently, watching the carrier's logo stuck on the screen for far too long.

The phone had finally beeped on, and my heart sank—there were no messages. Bella didn't call.

The clock on the screen showed six-thirty p.m. The feeling of anticipation and hope floating around my heart all day was dwindling, slowly lowering into my gut in a form of a growing pit.

This was what I got for thinking I could have a ray of sun in my life.

I sat on the chair, with my elbows on the table, supporting my head in my hands.

"Edward, dinner is ready." Alice's chirpy voice entered my room.

"Thanks, Alice, I'm not hungry," I muttered into my hands, not feeling like looking at her. Her boyfriend took the last of my energy today, somehow I found myself frustrated with her, too.

"Okay," she answered, not hiding displeasure in her voice. "If you don't want to spend time with me and the family…"

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "I'll be down shortly, Al, just give me a sec, okay?" I needed a few minutes of quiet time away from all that madness, expectations and passive-aggressiveness.

"Yeah, sure." She left as quietly as she came. Alice was so light I didn't even hear her using the stairs.

I looked at the phone again. I knew where I'd go as soon as the dinner was over—I'd be taking a ride to Forks. If I couldn't hear Bella's voice, if I was denied of that simple pleasure, I had to seek the next available on the list. I'd go to watch her.

I couldn't go whenever I liked, especially when it was too bright outside. I hadn't been taking my bike either; it was too distinct and too loud for me to stay inconspicuous in a town as small as Forks. Getting there late meant dark. When at night and having no shame left, I simply stood behind her house, outside of her backyard, and watched her bedroom window. On rare days when the curtains weren't closed, instead of just being graced by the shadow of her pettite silhouette, I could actually see her walking around the room, chatting on the phone, typing on her computer or writing or reading on her bed.

Over time I convinced myself there was nothing wrong with my actions. It was like watching a movie at the "drive-in" or admiring a beautiful piece of art. I just merely observed a girl from afar—no harm done.

Today felt different. The girl not only had a name, she also had little pieces of me: a few things I picked out for her, and my phone number. It seemed wrong that I lured her to call me by giving her a condition, but at the time it felt like the only way I could see her more and meet with her like a normal guy.

She didn't have to pay me back, she didn't even have to feel obligated, that was on her, but I was happy she said she wanted to. That gave me hope.

However, by eight o'clock in the evening the hope was almost gone. Bella didn't call me yesterday, and she didn't seem to rush to contact me today. I wasn't sure what to think, repeating to myself over and over that this attachment would cause me nothing but pain.

At eight-thirty I had arrived in Forks. I aimlessly drove the streets of the town, which were almost dead at that time of the day. At nine-thirty, losing all sense of preservation, I left the Volvo practically next to Bella's house. I considered knocking on her door, as stalking just wasn't cutting it for me anymore.

Her father officially carried a gun, which posed an issue. He might use it if his daughter chose to not recognize me or told her dad that I was some loser who tried to buy her innocence at the mall. The possibilities for her father to end my life in legitimate ways were endless, but I didn't care, I just wanted to see her and hear her voice again.

Pacing in the dark by the fence of Bella's backyard, I kept looking at the light coming from her window, afraid it would be a repeat of the nightmare from the previous evening. After coming back home from Port Angeles, I went on obsessive search for anything related to Bella Swan: I finally broke into the school database and found her transfer papers. I greedily absorbed everything I could find. She came here from Arizona six months ago, she'd been in advanced classes and had impeccable GPA. In her file she was described by her teachers as "shy", "quiet," an "introvert", yet "assertive when spoken to." I believed it. I even looked up her mother.

No less obsessively I was checking my phone for accidental missed calls.

If I wasn't staring at the phone while circling around the trees at the back of Bella's house, I would've probably missed the first ring, I was so delirious. The call from unknown number could have meant anyone, but my heart stopped beating when I saw it light up on the screen—I knew in my gut the call was from Bella.

I pressed the answer button and then, like an idiot, realized that I had no idea what to say. How was it possible that I had waited for this call night and day and hadn't thought of rehearsing the conversation?

"Hello?" Bella's voice was breathy, soft; I felt the wind knocked out of my lungs at the sound of it.

Hearing it, I still couldn't believe that she finally called. My knees were slightly shaking when I found a dry patch under the tree and sat down. It felt as if the tension around my heart had finally let go of its tight grip, and I could relax.

But not for long.

A few minutes later, Bella had me pacing along the road, driving me nuts with her questions. She wasn't exactly obtrusive or forward, she asked about simple things that any other guy probably wouldn't find that difficult to answer. Where did I go today? How was my day?

My fucking day was fucking great! I got a new assignment, did you know? I might have to fuck some girl in exchange for what my family needs. And god, do you know that I can't even stand the thought of it? That I feel trapped, helpless and cheap, no matter how many times Jasper uses the words "business" and "family" while trying to convince me?

My self-loathing projected onto Bella. I had the audacity to ask her why she had even called me.

I should have asked myself why I had answered the phone and why I was in Forks, instead. That would be fair. But I didn't. I was far too gone to give her up. This girl was mine.

Once I saw her thin form appear in the window wrapped in a blanket, I lost sense of time and space. I was so taken by her sight I missed the car approaching Bella's house.

Shit.

Instinctively, I covered the microphone of the phone and quietly moved closer to my Volvo, but without revealing myself.

Craptastic, it was a police car.

I watched it park right across the street and the cop getting out. Worried, I wrapped up the conversation—the cop could be a very bad news.

I felt like an old fart when Bella suggested that I text her, because I used texting very occasionally, selectively. It was weird, considering my line of work, but I hardly utilized texting or even instant messaging. I truly led the life of a recluse with very little contact with people outside of my family.

In Bella's case, I didn't care what I had to do to stay in contact with her. Fuck, I'd use carrier pigeons if I had to.

I watched the cop walking around his car and moving towards the house across from Bella's. He knocked on the door and looked in the direction of my Volvo again while waiting for the answer. My only hope was that it was dark and he was too far away to see the license plates. The door flung open, a young woman threw herself at the guy standing on the porch, and I smiled. Lucky bastards.

I wanted to be that guy.

For now, I had to go. Staying here was too dangerous. Cops and small towns were the worst. I planned to text Bella as soon as I got home, but this episode made me think that it was very telling—the minute I felt comfortable, something had to make me jump and run.

Was that how my life was going to be?

How about in ten, twenty years?

Would I be still running?

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