Thanks to my beta, Twilightmommyof4girls for helping me out w/ this chapter!

This chapter is in Edward's POV since he left Bella in L.A.

It is split into two parts. The second part is almost done! I hope this gives you all an insight into what is truly going on.

Leaving Bella last night was one of the hardest things that I had ever done in my life. It was never my intention for the two of us to make love. I wasn't going to lie, it was one of the most surreal moments in my life. Now I wished that I had never committed to doing this movie, but I was told it was the right thing to do.

By James.

Here I was in Brussels, where it was rainy, overcast and gloomy.

Filming had started, and already there were set backs. The female lead in the movie was let go because of a small scandal that was sure to hit the press anytime now and would create too much controversy for the film. It was suggested that instead of having to go on a month long search for another actress, they would go ahead and bring in someone that I had worked with before and had proven chemistry with in the past.

Tanya Denali.

I was so mad about the decision that I threatened to walk. Then James pointed out that the contract I signed, pretty much meant the studio owned my ass and could see to it that I never work in film again.

What I was really dreading, was telling Bella. She was very understanding about most things, but I thought telling her that I was working with my ex-girlfriend, and in such close proximity, would upset her.

For three weeks, I kept the secret and it was not even until she flat out asked me what was going on, that I finally broke down an told her.

She was upset. I could tell by the way that she avoided even saying Tanya's name that she was unhappy.

What could I do? I was stuck and I promised myself that I would just keep my distance when we were not shooting. I had enough stuff to keep me occupied, what with trying to finish up my end of recording and editing my brothers' and my final album together, before we went on tour this winter.

I kept to the plan until the night that Tanya came crying to my door in the middle of the night. She told me that she had no one else to talk to.

I made the mistake of letting her in. Tanya was a mess. Her clothes torn. Her face bloodied and swollen.

She had gone put to a bar and became a little too friendly with someone on the production staff and evidently was beaten and raped.

She did not know what to do. Tanya could not remember what the man's name was or what he even looked like. All that she remembered, was talking about the film with him and that he gloated about being part of the production team.

If you would have seen her broken and beaten body, all covered with blood and bruises….It was horrible. Almost like something that you would have seen in a movie or something.

It was unreal.

I had James call to get a cover of anonymity for us, and rushed Tanya to the hospital. We both had fake names and disguises. Tanya refused to report it to the police, which was a double edged sword. See, on one side, they were only able to do an exam and prove that she had been attacked, so no evidence to catch the son of a bitch that did this to her, but on the other hand, it would spare her from all the unruly publicity of having her story out there and letting every Tom, Dick and Harry know that she was assaulted. Tanya's image would be forever tarnished and who knew, maybe even a career ender.

She deserved to have her private life stay private, and not be ruined by the media.

After the attack, Tanya was so scared to be left alone, that her and I spent a lot of time together. We talked and hung out. She helped me with some editing of my tracks on the new record and even helped me write a couple new songs. I realized that Tanya was a very good person at heart. Something that I had long forgotten.

When you spend that much time with someone, you learn a lot about them. She knew everything about Bella, and would even give me relationship advice sometimes. We talked about her family, and how her mother was never really there for her. She was an alcoholic who was only interested in the checks that Tanya sent her every month. No more, no less.

Bella and I had planned for me to come home during my filming break for two weeks. It was going to be awesome spending that time with her. I missed her so much and I never realized how important she was to me, until I was halfway across the globe. I knew how involved Bella was with school and the play she was in, but I was going to ask, anyway, if she wanted to come back with me for the shooting on the last half of the film.

Bags were packed.

Flight was booked.

Everything was perfect until Tanya came to my hotel suite door. In tears.

She came into the living room area of my room and sat on the couch, clutching a pillow and rocking back and forth. Tears were quietly flooding out of her eyes.

I came over to her side and touched her arm. "Tanya, what's wrong?" She jumped at the contact.

Once she realized it was me, she flung herself into my arms. "Edward," she sobbed some more.

I pulled away from her and held her at arms length. "Tanya. You have to tell me what is going on."

Tanya pulled away from me, and started shaking her head back and forth chanting the word no repeatedly.

I was getting a little scared. She was reminding me of Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I looked over at the clock. I had five minutes until the car service was coming to pick me up and take me to the helipad.

"Tanya, what happened?" I asked a little softer this time. Hoping that I could get through to her.

No answer. Just a blank stare off into space.

What was I supposed to do?

"Tanya, I'm supposed to be leaving soon."

"No! Don't leave me. Please don't leave me. I am so scared," she screamed out.

I didn't know if she had been attacked again, or if she was on something.

Maybe she was having a nervous breakdown?

"You have to tell me." I grabbed both of her arms to get her to focus. "What is going on?"

She mumbled something incoherent.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant, Edward. I'm pregnant." Her face was puffy. Her eyes swollen from the hours of crying over the news. "I don't know what to do. That son of a bitch raped me and got me pregnant."

I pulled her into me as she burst into tears again.

Needless to say, I could not leave her like this. Right now, I was her only friend.

I called and told Bella that we had to re-shoot some scenes.

I lied. I was a horrible person for lying to Bella. But I had to.

James booked a flight for Tanya and I to go to Paris. Tanya's alcoholic mother was living there and I suggested she go there and reach out to her.

What a mistake. I had never met a bigger bitch in all my life. The first thing she wanted when she saw her daughter at the door was money, and then virtually slammed the door in her face. That upset Tanya even more. We spent the rest of the week in disguise visiting museums, sightseeing, even shopping. I basically tried to do whatever I could to get Tanya's mind off of her situation. On the last night, I took her to one of the finest restaurants in Paris, Tallevent.

Somehow the press was tipped off that the two of us were dining there, which was odd considering the only person that knew of my plans for tonight was James and he would never say anything .Herds of paparazzi from all over the planet happened to converge on Tallevent mysteriously that very evening.

The back entrance was blocked, and the only way out of the restaurant was through the front doors. I had to pull Tanya into me and put my arm around her to escort her to the car that was waiting for us.

Shit! Once the news of this broke, Bella was going to be livid.

"What's wrong?" Tanya asked once we were safely in the vehicle. The photographers were jumping all about the car trying to get a money shot. A couple of reporters were standing in front of the car making it impossible to leave.

"Go around!" I shouted at the driver. "Go in reverse if you have to."

Gerard, the driver, understood and kept pushing forward until he was finally let by.

"Are you okay?"

"No. Not exactly. When Bella finds out about this….."

"You didn't tell her?"

"Tanya, this is not what I had planned. I was supposed to go home to visit her in California."

"And instead you came here with me and…."

"She thought that we were still filming this entire week."

"Edward," she said, her voice heavy with disappointment.

"I know." My hand seemed to be repeatedly running through my hair. I looked over at Tanya. She was shaking her head at my words.

"You are going to be in one heap of shit, mister."

"I know."

And believe me, I did.

After I dropped Tanya off at her hotel suite, I called James and told him to do whatever he had to, but he had to squash the story until I could talk to Bella.

His meddling only bought me about six hours until the story would break in the states.

That would do absolutely nothing for me, since I had to hurry up and get back on set early for a scene they wanted to shoot first thing in the morning.

I went to Tanya for advice. I had no idea how to handle the situation with Bella, what to say, what to do. I hoped with her being female and all, she had some insight on how to fix things.

She told me to be truthful and very apologetic. Since I was to be heading home for Emmett's and Rose's wedding, she suggested that I explain everything, myself, in person.

In the meantime, I received fifteen text messages from Emmett, Jasper and Alice.

I guess the story broke.

Once we were back on location, I texted Bella and told her that we needed to talk.

I waited.

My hands were sweating. My voice was cracking. My stomach was in knots. I had no idea if she was going to tell me to go to hell, or if she would actually listen.

The conversation went no where near as planned. She essentially called me a liar.

Which I was.

I asked for her to let explain everything when I saw her at the conjoined bachelor party in Vegas. Rose was going to be there, along with Alice and Bella. I was praying for a chance to straighten this all out as soon as possible. And face to face.

On Thursday night, I boarded a chartered flight with Tanya and James, heading for New York first and then to Las Vegas. The plane ride gave me a lot of time to talk to Tanya about everything. Neither of us could sleep, me from worrying about Bella, and Tanya, worrying about her pregnancy. We talked even more in depth about our families. She confided in me that she was abused as a child by her father, and that was the reason her mother despised her so much. She understood when I talked about never being accepted with people our own age. She had never been to high school, or a school dance. She got it, she had lived this bullshit life also. I tried lightening the conversation up a bit by discussing movies we had seen, books that we had recently read and music we had on our Ipod's. We had so much in common. We actually talked. Even though I had dated this girl, now woman, in front of me, for over a year, this was the first time I could remember the conversation not totally being all about her. About what she wanted.

This time was different. She was different.

When the plane touched down in New York, James said his goodbyes while they refueled the plane for the continuing flight out west. The airport was covered in veil of darkness. I was a little tired and decided to go lay down on the bed in the rear of the plane. Tanya, who was feeling sick, was already back on the bed, holding a wet towel up to her face, wiping the remains of her recent meal from her lips.

"Ugh. I hate this." She fell back onto the bed and all of her blonde tresses fanned out behind her. She looked like a fallen angel. A beaten down, frightened, demoted, angel.

For just a moment, she looked beautiful to me, and it scared the shit out of me.

You love Bella.

I had to collect my thoughts and avert my eyes away from her. She must have noticed my sudden movement.

"What's wrong?" she asked and sat up straight on the bed, commanding all of my attention.

"Nothing," I answered while looking around the small room. The answer was a lie and she could tell. She was getting a view of me that I never intended. A loaded question with so many answers. Too many of them the wrong ones.

"Edward, please tell me."

I looked at her and had nothing to say. I could not tell her how the past few weeks with her had changed my life. I had Bella, and I knew that this was just me feeling lonesome and isolated. This was a test. And once I was back with Bella, I was hoping that all of these new feelings that I had for Tanya would be forgotten.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired, that's all," I lied.

"Okay," she said hesitantly. "Well, I hope you know I am here for you if you need to talk."

"Yeah," I said and turned around to go back out front and get a nap in before we landed in Las Vegas in about six hours.

"Where are you going? There's more than enough room for the two of us on here." She scooted over to add room for me on the king's size bed. She patted the spot next to her, and I reluctantly obliged.

You're playing with fire, dumbass.

I took a deep breath before I settled in and hoped that Tanya did not notice. I put a pillow in between the two of us and made up the excuse that I always slept with a pillow behind me. "Okay," she responded and rolled over to give me some privacy.

I needed to get her out of my head. And now I was in bed with her?

I turned out the lights and laid there, listening, observing. I heard her breathing settle into a steady rhythm once she actually fell asleep. What was I doing?

For the rest of the trip, I laid there, awake, contemplating everything in my life.

Bella. Tanya.

I had no idea how I was going to explain everything to Bella.

The plane arrived in Las Vegas right on time. I said goodbye to Tanya, who was headed to Los Angeles to meeting with her agent. Thank God. I was finally going to be alone for a while before I was to meet up with everyone else later on this afternoon.

I went to my suite and rested for a while, waiting anxiously. I would stare at the clock watching the hands move. Closer and closer.

A knock at the door pulled me out of my doldrums. I went to the door, hoping that it was Bella, but was sorely mistaken. My brothers, Emmett and Jasper came barreling through the door. Emmett had me up in the air in a moments notice. "What the hell is wrong with you, jackass?"

He slammed me up against the couch. "Ow. Emmett, I don't know…" I was laying supine on the couch, my brother hovering over me.

"Yes, you do, little brother." Jasper was agreeing with him. He came over to the couch and sat down next to where Emmett had me pinned. "You are making a mess of things with Bella, which in turn makes a mess of things for Alice and Rose, which in turn…"

"Makes a mess for the two of you." I was surprised that Emmett let me speak at all by the way he was clutching my neck.

"Ah, see, Emmett. I told you he wasn't as dumb as he looked." Jasper was laughing at me. He gave Emmett a slight nod and then my mammoth older brother released his grip on me and backed away, slightly.

Jasper held his hand out for me for me to grab. I hesitantly accepted. Once I was in a vertical position, Jasper moved over to one of the wingback leather chairs that was sitting opposite of the couch. Emmett took up post in the identical one.

They both had sanctimonious looks painted across their faces.

They were judge and jury. And I was the criminal.

"Look, guys. I don't know what you think is going on…"

"We don't think. We know." Emmett's voice was heavy with loathing. He moved forward to intimidate me.

Jasper put a hand on Emmett's shoulder and rested it there. "Emmett, let's give the bastard a chance to defend himself. Let's hear what he has to say for himself."

I glanced at both of my brothers and realized I had no allies in this room.

Including myself. But this was not between me and them. It was between me and Bella.

"Where is Bella? I was hoping to talk to her." I ignored the daggers that were being shot at me with their eyes.

"Where's Bella? Hmm…Where is Bella, Jasper?" Emmett sat back in his chair and put his foot up on the coffee table, crossing his hands behind his neck.

Jasper shook his head and stared at me straight in the eyes. "Not here."

What? Not here?

"What? What do you mean she's not here? You mean she's not here yet, like the girls are arriving later?"

Emmett laughed. "Nope. As in, She. Is. Not. Here."

I scrutinized Jasper, searching for some indication that this was a joke. It wasn't.

"Where is she?" I asked, my voice more forceful.

Jasper eyed Emmett. Emmett shrugged.

"What?"

"She went home. She left first thing this morning, wrote a note about not wanting to see," Emmett paused and sat as forward in his chair that he could without falling forward. "You."

Part of me understood. I didn't even want to look in the mirror, I hated what I had done. But I needed Bella. I needed to see her and bare my soul to her.

Part of me didn't. How was I to explain anything if she would not even come here to talk to me, at least hear me out?

I put my head down. I grabbed my hair and started to pull. I had screwed everything up by my selfishness.

I took a few minutes of solitude, absorbed in my own thoughts. Retracing my multitude of mistakes.

"What do I do?" I asked and went on to explain my situation. I left out the part about Tanya being raped, but said she was attacked instead.

The conversation went on for over an hour. They were no help whatsoever. The only sound advice I received was from Emmett, ironically, telling me to leave Bella alone until the wedding, let her have time to think, let her have time to heal.

A while after they left, there was another knock at the door. I figured it was Alice or Rose coming to emasculate me. I expected as much.

I did not expect a different female to be standing at my suite with James, my manager.

"Tanya, what are you doing here? I thought you had to be in L.A?" I stood at the door, not knowing if I should invite them in or not.

"Eddie, are you going to let us in or what?" James pushed past me and brought Tanya in by grabbing her arm, and dragging her in. He was drunk, loaded, whatever.

"James, not that I am not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" I closed the door and watched as James went over to the bar to pour three drinks. Whiskey by the looks of it. Straight up.

He walked over to where Tanya was now seated on the couch and handed her a glass. She accepted. "Here, Eddie. Drink up," he slurred and passed me the amber filled glass.

"James, I'm really not in the mood for this." I put down the glass on the coffee table and walked across the room to the door. "I need you to leave."

"Why do I need to leave? I came here for a party. Tanya came here for a party. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" He walked over to the couch and plopped down next to her, spilling half of his drink down the front of him.

Tanya mouthed that she was sorry and apologetically shrugged.

He feigned a disappointed look and glanced back and forth at Tanya and me. He puffed out his bottom lip and frowned. "Okay, you want me to leave?"

"Yes." I was exasperated.

"Then I'll make you a deal and get out of your hair. Just have one drink with me and then come down stairs for lets say a half an hour. And then I will disappear until the wedding." He hit Tanya's thigh which made her jump. Her eyes grew large like a rabbit.

I knew James was harmless, but Tanya didn't.

"Okay. One drink, right, Tanya? And then James and I will go down to see Emmett and Jasper. I think they were going to do some bachelor activities before they met up with the girls anyway."

"No. The three of us will go. Together." James renegotiated the terms of the agreement. He poured himself another drink from the bottle of the Johnny Walker whiskey that he had smuggled from my bar.

"James, I don't think that would be such a good idea." If news got out that Tanya was here in Las Vegas…and with me. I was beginning to doubt that I would have any type of life expectancy.

He held up the shaky glass in his right hand. "Then fine. Me and Tanya here, will go have some fun by ourselves." James wrapped his free arm around Tanya's shoulder and pulled her in close. The look on her face was one of pure fear.

I closed my eyes tight. I had to help her. Even though I knew, I hoped rather, that James was just playing around, I did not need Tanya having a break down here. Tonight. "Fine. Let me make a call to see if I can get Tanya a room for later on and then we'll go ahead and go for a little while." I smiled at Tanya to let her know that I was going to help.

"Good. Then drink up, buddy." James threw back another and scrunched up his nose, probably from the sudden burn in his throat. Tanya grimaced and took a quick drink. James watched and waited for her to finish and for me to begin. "Bottom's up," I said, holding up the glass before swallowing the drink in its entirety.

I blew out the air that had not been subsided by the liquor.

"Now that's more like it." James clapped his hands together and jumped up. He clutched Tanya's hand and was making a sprint towards the door.

"Whoa…slow down there." I latched onto James free arm as he stormed by. "What's the hurry?" I disconnected James from Tanya and stood in between the two.

"Well I know that you have to go celebrate with your brothers soon, so I thought we better get a leg up if we were going to spend anytime together," he said and hit my upper arm with his hand. "That's all."

He was drunk. He was drunk and sincere. I knew that he was purposely being left out, since Emmett hated his guts and James knew it. He wanted to be included, even if it was just for a short while.

"Fine. Just give me a minute." I walked over to the house phone and called the hotel manager. I arranged for Tanya to have a suite at another location. The farther, the better.

I told Tanya that a car would be coming in a hour to take her to where she would be staying. She understood the repercussions for being here, with me, in my room. "Well, I guess we'll go downstairs for a few minutes. I think he's so drunk he'll most likely pass out soon," Tanya said as she walked over with me to where James was. Now he was drinking straight out of the bottle, forgoing the glass. "See?"

"Let's go." The three of us walked down the hallway to the secluded elevator. James hit the button and we all went onto the elevator. The doors closing was the last thing I remembered.

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