AN: Alright, so I was trying to update my other story, but right now I'm having problems writing the next chapter so I decided to work on this one instead. I'll try to update the other one as soon as I get over this writer's block…

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BPOV

I turned over in bed, getting even more annoyed and frustrated. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the flashing lights of the cop cars in front of Paul's house and the pitying face of that officer. I turned over again, trying to find a comfortable position. I closed my eyes once more, trying in vain to go to sleep. At this rate, I would have hideous bags under my eyes tomorrow when I go in for work.

I started counting backwards from one thousand. When I wasn't asleep by the time I reached zero, I continued counting down in negative numbers. Once I reached negative five-hundred and seventy three, I figured sleep tonight would be out of the question. I groaned and sat up in bed, throwing my pillow at the wall in frustration.

My head was pounding from all the crying I had been doing. I had a feeling my eyes would be red and puffy if I looked in a mirror. What annoyed me even more was that even though I was incredibly tired, I couldn't seem to get to sleep.

I covered my mouth as yet another yawn escaped me. It's like my body knows I'm tired but my mind won't shut the fuck up. With all the thoughts running through my head, there is no chance of sleeping.

This was ridiculous! Ever since I returned home after hearing the horrible news about Paul, I couldn't stop thinking about it. He may have broken my heart, but it hurt more knowing I would never see him again.

But isn't that what you wanted? My inner bitch threw out.

I may not have had any intention of seeing him anymore, but I didn't want him dead. I felt wetness gather on my cheeks as I thought that last word. Great. I was crying again. I rolled my eyes at myself and got out of bed. Well, I could always go for a run. Maybe I would end up tiring myself out and finally be able to go to sleep.

I looked over at the clock on my bedside table and groaned. It was 2:37am. I had to be up in less than four hours. I would definitely be dead on my feet at the studio. I just hope I could remember my lines in my sleep deprived state. Hopefully a good run will get my mind off things so I can sleep, even if for only a few hours.

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out my blue Victoria's Secret sweatpants and a white racerback tank top. I threw my workout clothes on and grabbed my ipod, before leaving my house and heading out into the dark for a refreshing run.

The streets seemed eerily quiet as I made my way down the pavement at a nice brisk jog. This seemed strange considering where I live. LA isn't known as a quiet place, but I shrugged it off as my feet continued to hit the pavement in a constant rhythm. My ipod began playing Katy Perry's California Girls, and I found myself humming along to it. Normally I'm not one of those annoying people who sing along to their ipod in public forgetting that no one else can hear the music too, but since there is no one on the street I don't see a problem with it…

Soon, the song ended and another one began playing. I stopped jogging almost instantly. The song was none other than Collide by Howie Day. Of course this just happened to be Paul's and my song. I remembered the day we danced to this.

Flashback

"Paul, it's fine," I laughed as we ran to the door of the bar. It was raining and I was focusing all my effort on not slipping in the puddles that were forming around us. Finally we made it to the covered entrance of the bar. Paul opened the door for me and I released a sigh of relief at making it inside without falling on my ass.

"It's not fine," Paul grumbled as we made our way over to a booth in the corner or the bar. "I had this night all planned out and none of those plans included getting a flat tire and being stranded in a bar in the middle of nowhere waiting on a fucking tow truck!"

I knew the anger in his tone wasn't directed at me but at the situation we now found ourselves in. Paul had heard about a nice restaurant on the outskirts of town and we had to drive through what looked like a deserted road in the middle of nowhere to get there. And with our luck, we ended up getting a flat tire on this very same deserted road. Paul had used his cell phone to call a tow truck and now we had to wait for it to get here. It hadn't helped matters when it started raining buckets outside. It was then that we noticed a rundown bar by the side of the road. In the end, we opted to wait for the tow truck in the bar where we were now.

I reached over the table and gave his hand a squeeze. He relaxed at my touch.

"It doesn't matter that we aren't at some fancy restaurant. Let's make the most out of it while we're waiting, alright?"

Paul sighed, but smiled and nodded. I could understand why he was frustrated. This wasn't my concept of the ideal date either. I decided we needed something to take our minds off of our current situation.

"Want to dance?" I asked Paul suddenly. He gave me a weird look.

"Bells, there isn't any music," he said slowly.

I realized he was right. I looked around the bar for the first time since we arrived. The bartender behind the bar area must have been in his late fifties, and there were only a few other people in here. The others were probably in their forties or fifties also. It was then that I saw the jukebox. I ruffled through my purse until I saw what I needed.

"What are you doing?" Paul asked, once I stood up. I held up the quarter for him to see.

"I want to dance," I stated stubbornly.

Paul laughed as I turned and walked over to the jukebox in the corner. The jukebox was full of songs that were old and outdated and a few of which I had never even heard of. I finally came across a song that I liked. Pretty soon, I heard the song begin to play. I smiled and gestured for Paul to join me on the dance floor. He smiled once he reached me, and wrapped his arms around me as we began to sway to the music.

Suddenly he snorted. I looked up at him startled, only to see him wearing an amused smile as he stared back down at me.

"What?" I asked, self-consciously. "You don't like the song?" He shook his head.

"No, I like the song but I find it ironic that this is the one you chose."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I looked up into his dark eyes.

"This song reminds me of the first time we met."

I was confused by what he meant. The song I had chosen was Collide, by Howie Day. How could that remind him of our first meeting? And then I remembered how I crashed my motorcycle in front of him that day.

"Oh," I said lamely, blushing at the memory.

He chuckled and tightened his hold around me. He brought his lips to my ear and began singing some of the lyrics in my ear.

"Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide"

He leaned back and stared into my eyes before leaning down and capturing my lips with his. This kiss was different than the others we shared. There seemed to be some sort of tenderness to this one. He pulled back and looked into my eyes again.

"I love you," he whispered. My breathing hitched at his words. That was the first time he said those words to me. I felt a smile stretch across my face.

"I love you too," I whispered before his lips met mine again.

End of flashback

I pulled the ear buds out of my ears like they burnt me. It wasn't until then that I realized there were tears running down my cheeks while sobs wracked my body. I wiped them away furiously. I was tired of crying. It felt like that was all I did anymore.

"Hey, what's a pretty thing like you doing crying?" A deep voice asked. I jumped at the sudden noise and looked up to see a guy walking toward me. I squinted my eyes, trying to see his face but it was too dark out and it looked like he was wearing a hood. I suddenly got a weird feeling and took a step back.

"It's nothing." I chuckled but it sounded nervous and slightly scared.

"That didn't look like nothing." It sounded like the guy had a New Jersey accent.

The guy took another step forward. I took another step back and panicked when I felt my back press up against the wall of a building. I was trapped! My eyes darted around frantically and my stomach dropped when I realized the street was completely abandoned, not even a car in sight.

"Well, I'm going to go now," I said, trying to make my voice sound strong and confident but it shook slightly, calling my bluff. The guy didn't say anything, but he took a couple more steps forward.

"Uh bye," I said lamely.

I tried to step around him but he grabbed my wrist. His large hand held my wrist in a vice grip. I was starting to panic and my breaths were starting to come in short gasps as my eyes darted around trying to find an escape. My heart, in the meantime, was apparently trying to leap out of my chest. I tried to focus on keeping my breathing steady and staying calm.

"Stay a little while longer, sugar." A shiver ran up my spine at the huskiness of his voice.

"No, really I should get going." I tried pulling my arm away, but the man tightened his hold. My wrist was starting to hurt because of his tight grip. I wouldn't be surprised if bruises formed.

"What's your hurry?" The man drawled out. I could detect a smile in his voice. Forget staying calm. I was in full blown panic mode now!

I swung at him with the arm he didn't have in his grasp, but he simply grabbed my other wrist.

"Come on baby. Don't be that way." He pressed himself against me, trapping me between him and the wall of the building. My eyes widened when I felt his arousal through his jeans. Without further thought, I brought my knee up with as much force as I could manage and kneed him in the groin. He grunted in pain and doubled over, releasing my wrists in the process.

I didn't even pause as I ran around him and in the direction of my house. The thuds my feet made against the pavement echoed loudly around me sounding out of place in the silent street. I could have sworn I heard someone running behind me. That just made me run faster. It was a good thing I was in such good shape.

I didn't stop until I had entered my house and locked the door behind me. I sank to the ground and put a hand to my chest over my hammering heart. My hands were shaking from the thought of what could have happened tonight.

The thought of him still out there freaked me out. What if he moves onto another girl? With that thought, I called the police.

After I had called 911, I was informed that the police would come investigate. But since I couldn't give a great description of the guy, because it was too dark to see, there wasn't much they could do. The only things I could really tell them about the guy was where we were when he grabbed me and that he was wearing a hoodie and had a New Jersey accent.

To make matters worse, I still couldn't get to sleep. If anything, the new drama of the night (or morning) made sleep an even more impossible notion. After that incident, I was too keyed up to do anything but pace for the remainder of the time I had before I needed to leave for the studio.

And if that wasn't enough, I now had bruises in the shape of a hand on both wrists.

Jane, the makeup artist, did a remarkable job on covering them up though. Once I had stepped into the studio, she quirked one of her manicured eyebrows at the ugly purple and blue marks on my wrists but otherwise kept quiet. That's why I liked Jane. She kept her nose out of other people's business. Or maybe she just didn't care. But either way, I appreciated her not mentioning it. She just worked her magic until they were barely noticeable and told me to try not to rub my wrists up against anything. She also had her work cut out for her concerning the dark circles under my eyes from me not getting any sleep last night.

After Jane was finished with my makeup, I made my way over to Jasper on set. He smiled hesitantly when he saw me.

"Good night Swan?" He asked once I was next to him. I hesitated at his question. What could I say to that? I could just picture my response:

"Besides the fact that I found out my ex-boyfriend isn't breathing anymore and that I was nearly raped at three in the morning, it was alright." I couldn't exactly say that…

He frowned at my hesitation. I opened my mouth to respond, when Scott cut me off telling us to get into place.

I was in the middle of a scene with Alice and Jasper when I suddenly heard Scott call cut. I looked over at him confused. Why did he stop us? Everything was going perfectly. No one had messed up.

"Bella, there are a few detectives that want to speak to you over here," Scott explained. I could hear the curiosity behind his words.

I looked to where he had gestured and saw a woman and a man both staring at me. I walked over in their direction. I kept thinking over what I could possibly have done but kept coming up blank. Maybe they were here about the incident that happened last night. That's probably it. I could practically feel the perplexed stares of the cast and crew burning into my back as I followed the detectives out the door.

Once we reached a secluded area, the two detectives turned to face me.

"Are you here because of what happened to me last night?" They looked surprised at my question.

"No, we're here regarding the murders of Paul Harris and Maria Deluca," the female detective stated. A lump formed in my throat at the casual reminder of Paul's death.

What she said confused me though. Why were they here? Why weren't they out there finding out who did it?

"We have a few questions we would like to ask you," she continued on. This was too much. I swallowed but nodded for her to continue. I was slightly curious to know what they had to ask me.

"What is your relation to Emmett McCarty?" The female detective asked.

I stared at them confused. "What does Emmett have to do with this?"

"Please just answer the question Miss Swan," the woman said in a hard voice.

"He's one of my best friends. Can you please tell me what he has to do with this though?"

The detectives stared at me intently for a moment and I shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny. The male detective finally decided to answer my question.

"He has been taken into custody for questioning concerning the deaths of Mr. Harris and Miss Deluca." I stared at them completely speechless. I must have heard wrong. This couldn't be right.

"Why?" That's pretty much the only word I could actually get to come out of my mouth. He ignored me and continued with the interrogation.

"It has come to our attention that he assaulted Mr. Harris because of a disagreement they had about you."

He looked at me for a moment as if to provoke me into telling him some juicy secret. But, currently I was beyond speech. That simple statement put what was happening into perspective for me. I stared at him in disbelief. That was why Emmett was arrested? I guess it sort of makes sense. He did beat Paul up a few days before his body was found. I shook my head and finally found my voice.

"Look, Emmett is completely harmless. He couldn't have done this!"

The female detective stared at me with her eyebrows raised following my little outburst. It was obvious she didn't believe me. I wanted nothing more than to shove the heel of my Jimmy Choo's up her ass, except, I couldn't do that without being arrested for assaulting an officer. This is so frustrating! Ugh!

The male detective decided to continue questioning me.

"Now, I understand that your relationship with Paul Harris didn't end well." I didn't like the accusation in his statement. The way the detectives were staring at me caused my annoyance to flare.

"If you're talking about the fact that he cheated on me with that Maria slut then yeah it didn't end well," I shot back at him in a sarcastic tone. I regretted that when I saw the look they exchanged. Great. I hope I didn't just become a suspect too.

"Thank you for your cooperation Miss Swan. We will be in touch." With that the detectives left me standing there looking like an idiot with my mouth hanging open.

I don't know how long I stood there before someone came and found me. Scott decided that we should end for the day considering there was no way I would be able to complete the filming when I was like this. I couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

I headed to my dressing room in a daze. I vaguely recalled walking past Jasper who looked at me worriedly. It probably had to do with the vacant expression I was now wearing. This was too much to handle. First with Paul's death and now with Emmett being taken in for questioning about his death. I just wanted time to stop! I was having trouble comprehending all that had happened.

The idea that Emmett was behind Paul's and Maria's deaths was ridiculous! Sure he may have wanted to cause Paul some bodily harm, but he wouldn't have wanted him dead!

And then I thought back to the note I had received a few nights ago, and the threat it contained. I had thought it was some sick joke at first but now I knew different. Once I had entered my dressing room, I ran to the trash bin in the corner to retrieve the note I had discarded earlier and read the last two lines again.

"The way Paul treated you angers me,

I'll make sure that he will pay."

I gulped. I guess whoever wrote it had succeeded in their plan.

AN: Yeah…so this story has kind of taken on a different direction from what I had originally intended when I began writing. My hands just keep typing this stuff so at the moment I'm just going with it…lol

I also am thinking of another story…I know I have two stories out already, but I just thought of another idea that keeps pestering me to be written. The new one I'm thinking up is going to have the Cullens as vampires though. I posted the summary below:

Summary: Bella Swan finds herself in an odd situation after her supposed friends take things too far. Now, Bella thinks she's dead once she realizes that no one can see her. But what happens when a strange family moves to town and they actually acknowledge her presence? Can they help her find out what is happening to her, or will it be too late?

I'm debating having it be Jasper/Bella or Edward/Bella. Since I'm not sure which would be the better relationship in this story, I wanted to see what you all think. If you decide to leave a review, please specify if you want the new story to be Jasper/Bella or Edward/Bella in your review. Or if you don't review but still want to vote, please PM me with your preference. I'll keep the voting open until August 15th.

Thank you all again for reading! I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible. Please review and let me know what you thought about this chapter!

Love,

Katie