And cigarettes.

Unhealthy, but damn it all to hell.

After spending the whole day driving around town like an idiot to keep my ticked off being from doing what it really wanted to do - which involved paying the motherfucking gun shop a motherfucking visit so that I could purchase one of those motherfucking suckers to use against my motherfucking brother whose motherfucking head needed to be motherfucking shot at - I called it quits, stepping into Eclipse.

Yeah.

As you can motherfucking see, I'm motherfucking pissed.

Passing by a group of guys that were standing in my way as I headed towards the backroom to clock in for the night, I froze when I felt someone grab a hold of my ass. 'Oh Lord, give me patience,' I prayed to myself as I lowered my head, 'Because if you give me strength, I'm going to use it to kill this motherfucker...'

Noticing the glare that J was sporting behind the bar, I shook my head at him as he threw the rag that he was holding over his shoulder, silently telling him that I could handle the person who thought that 'copping a feel' was a cool thing to do. Turning around to face the moron who'll soon regret touching something that he shouldn't have touched in the first place, I forced a grin over my mouth to match the one that appeared over his own while his eyes ran themselves along my body, "Hey, baby," he purred a purr that had me holding back vomit, meeting my gaze after he finished his 'assessment,' "How you doin?"

Ahahahahahahahahaha.

Hahahahahahahahahah.

Taking a step past him and his buddies, I waved a hand at my face cause I mean, the kid was like, super hot, you know? "I actually just got here but," Looking over my shoulder, I let my own eyes roam his being, only for me, it was to search for which body part I wanted to destroy first, "I'm thinking about getting some fresh air. Come with me?"

And just like a good little puppy, the fucking moron started following me...but not before giving his buddies a 'watch this' kind of a look that I grinned at, cause I sure as hell hoped that they would, for their dude was seconds away from being shown by a certain female who never once thought that being groped was considered cute.

Nearing the entrance, I let Paul know that I didn't need any help by throwing him a wink...a wink that seconds later had the glare that he was sporting disappear and instead, turn into a pair of eyes that held nothing but anticipation. "Seems like you got this one," my boy told me in a whisper that the asshole never heard...what with him practically staring at the ass that he touched a minute ago while he stood there, behind me, "Hmm...I'll for sure be watching the show from over here so, have fun with that, B...make it interesting for me, alright?"

I patted his shoulder in answer and he in return, stepped aside to let us through.

This whole 'show' that's about to go down, it's not something that never happened before. Sadly enough, Eclipse always seemed to attract motherfuckers who honest to God thought that they ran shit around here, picking up females in a way that I found nothing but disrespectful. Rose and I, though...we learned how to take care of ourselves, all the while knowing that the boys who worked here had our backs if we couldn't by squashing whatever needed to be squashed, and easily at that.

Heading over towards my truck, I looked over my shoulder…oh "Jesus Christ," I mumbled to myself when I saw Mr. McGrabby strutting…thinking that he was what, suave? "This stupid, stupid motherfucker…"

"So," the tool grinned after we reached my truck, "What's your name, baby?"

Turning around to face him, I let my back rest against the hood. "My name?"

Oh...

Oh God no.

Did this motherfucker really just run a finger down my cheek as he nodded?

He did.

He seriously, seriously did.

Cause he did it again...by repeating the shit with my other goddamn cheek...

Brushing his fingers away from my face, I growled something that I forced out as a giggle when all that I really wanted to do was to grab a hold of that digit that touched my skin so that I could bend it back until it met the top of his wrist. "My name's Bertha."

He choked on the spit that I wished would drown him. "Ber—Bertha?"

"Why did you say it like that?" I asked, adding a pout for, you know, dramatics.

He cleared his throat. "No, baby, not at all...don't...you're taking it the wrong way. I was just...surprised, because...that name of yours is...it's uh, it's kind of unique..."

Christ.

Turning around, I stuck my ass out after I laid my elbows on top of the hood that my chest was now pressed up against. "Come here," I purred as I looked over my shoulder, grinning at the slight movement that I caught, the one that his adams apple performed when he swallowed, "Why don't you come closer to me, hot stuff..."

I choked back a snort.

Cause, hot stuff?

That's fucking golden.

Looking all sorts of dazed, the douche-bag strolled over to where I stood and therefore, placed himself right where the fuck I needed him to be. "So, what do you think about leaving this joint, baby?" he asked me as I geared up to interrupt the bullshit that never stopped leaving his mouth, "We can go back to my spot, get to know each other bet—"

Dude literally screamed, after I threw my arm back and let my fist meet his face.

And I took a few seconds to thank Bridget Moynahan, the chick who played Rachel in 'Coyote Ugly,' for showing me something spectacular. That solid ass backwards punch to the man's face...the one that happened during Violet's performance?

I got it down packed, and on the first fucking try.

Which was all kinds of epic, if I do say so myself.

Jumping onto his back after his hands flew up to his bleeding nose, I interrupted the female sounding cry that escaped his throat, the 'what the fuck, baby?' one that I hoped to squash by deafening the bitch as I shouted into his ear, "I'm sorry but, when exactly did I tell you that you could call me baby?" I asked with my arms and legs wrapped around him, "Cause, I mean...I don't remember giving you permission to call me anything other than what I introduced myself to you as, which was what?!"

"Shit!" he hissed as he quickly turned around, "Stop screaming in my ear, fu—"

"AhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed into his other ear.

"You're crazy!" he growled, trying to throw me off of him as he started thrashing around like a goddamn fish that escaped water, "Get off of me, you fucking lunat—"

Letting my right leg fall from his waist, I used the knee that was attached to it to kick the shit out of his side, and repeatedly...until I stopped, when I felt someone's hand over my back. "Uhm...Bella?"

Tightening my grip around the asshole's body as it froze from realizing that we had company, I looked over my shoulder only to find Edward, who was standing there behind me with a facial expression that let me know that he was holding back laughter from witnessing the scene that's been going on. "Oh. Hey, man. What's up?"

"What's up?" he asked me incredulously, laughing a little bit before shaking his head at me, "Bae, what the…what the hell are you doing, hanging off of this dude?"

I ignored him, placing my lips against the loser's ear. "What's my name, bitch?"

He flinched away from the high pitch of my voice. "What the fuck are you talki—"

"My fucking name," I growled, interrupting his so-called confusion, "What is it?"

Letting go of what I hopefully broke, Mr. McGrabby lowered his hands down to his hips before he shoved his fingers underneath the knees that were busy strangling his goddamn organs. "I'm fucking warning you, chick!" he yelled like the pussy that he was, trying to pull my legs away from his waist, which...mind you...wasn't working, at all, "Get the hell off of me before I snap and toss your ass down to the gr—"

Feeling a certain type of a way by the little 'threat' that I was just given, I bit into his shoulder...grinning afterwards when I heard the sharp yelp that my teeth earned themselves. Rolling his eyes at my retaliation, Edward kept me from falling off of the asshole that I was clinging onto by placing his hands over my hips when he started jumping around like a fucking rabbit on acid. "I'm thinking that now's a good time to end this show that you got going on, yeah?"

Looking over at the building that this whole thing started inside of, I grinned when I saw the crowd that we gained. Jasper and Paul couldn't even support themselves they were laughing so fucking hard, leaning against one another. J's face, it was turning red from him busting a gut with Pixie on his back, looking all sorts of proud.

"What have I been telling you motherfuckers?" Sam started, standing next to the buddies of my victim, the ones who were looking a little shocked right about now, watching what they were told to 'watch,' "Trying that shit with the broads who work here, you're all just asking for it..."

"Bella, do you even know this fucking dude?" Edward asked me, looking at the moron like he was a...moron, as the moron started doing these rapid back and forth left and right turns that, yeah...got me feeling a bit dizzy, "Bro, what the hell are —"

"No, I don't know him, Edward," I gritted, bouncing around like crazy, even with Cullen's hands on my waist trying to hold me still, "Which is why this dude shouldn't of grabbed my fucking ass earlier, starting shit that I'm about to end ri—"

I stopped, feeling Edward's hands tightening their grip on me. "Wait, he what?"

"No worries, man," I hissed, choke holding the motherfucker, "This kid's toas—"

"Bae?"

"Hm?"

"Let go."

Looking over my shoulder after a few seconds, I grimaced, ready to fucking puke from how I was being tossed around like a goddamn yoyo. "You got me, though?"

"I got you," he simply let me know, before I nodded, letting him pull me away.

As soon as my chucks touched the ground, the dipshit whose name I didn't care to learn turned around with a growl...only to come at me...which was, of course, put to a stop by Edward when he placed one of his arms in front of my body to interrupt the charge before it could even get to that point. "It's not that fucking deep, man."

Mr. McGrabby grinned, placing his hands into the pockets of the hoodie that he was wearing with a demeanor that didn't seem as threatened as it should've been. Noticing Jasper as he started heading our way, I rolled my eyes, returning my attention back to the guy who Cullen was now glaring at. "Come on, Edward," I tried, wrapping my fingers around his arm, "This thing, it's over. Let's just go back inside."

"I'm thinking that this asshole owes you an apology," he stated in a voice too calm, keeping his darkened gaze on the douche, "And I expect it to be nothing but fucking sincere."

The worry that dominated Blue Eye's features as he stepped up to his buddy's other side, it had me moving my hand down to Edward's, wishing that I had the strength to pull him away. "Cullen, this isn't necessary. I accept his apology so let's just be done with it..."

Turning his attention over to Jasper, the kid grinned something that I groaned at, cursing myself for creating shit that he really didn't need to finish. "I didn't hear any kind of an apology leaving this dude's mouth...did you, man?"

Hearing the laughter that left the tool who was unknowingly getting into something that he wouldn't be able to handle, I moved my eyes over to Jasper as Edward shook my hand away from his own...his own that turned into a fist as soon as it was free to do so. 'Don't just stand there,' I mouthed, 'Fucking do something!'

Placing himself in front of Edward, Blue Eyes grinned something that contained a nervousness that I never saw before as he shook his head. "Cullen, relax. The kid's sorry, there's no need for all of th—"

Interrupting his attempt, Edward pushed Jasper away and stepped up to the dude whose nonchalant demeanor changed into one that held slight apprehension now that he was face to face with Cullen, whose features I couldn't see, what with Blue Eyes keeping me from walking over to him. "How many times am I going to have to repeat myself, motherfucker?"

"Hey, man...no hard feelings...I didn't mean t—"

"How...many...times, am I going to have to fucking repeat myself, motherfucker?"

"Bertha, I'm—I'm sorry."

Jasper lowered his head with a grin as Edward looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow that I shrugged at, brushing the hand that was holding me back away so that I could walk up to him. "Does this kid need to apologize for anything else?"

Taking a hold of the fingers that were no longer tense with a desire to knock a dude out, I shook my head, ignoring Mr. McGrabby's presence by keeping my eyes on Cullen. "No, he's good. Let's head inside, yeah?"

Edward squeezed my fingers in answer before he cocked his head to the side a bit, looking over at the guy who seemed to be...paralyzed, or something. "Your feet must not know how to fucking walk away..."

Breaking out of whatever funk that he was in, the bag of snot blinked something comical, taking a step back before turning around to do what his feet should've done yesterday. "Bertha, though?" Edward asked me as he watched the fuck-tart stepping inside of his car, "You couldn't come up with something better that that?"

Rolling my eyes, I let go of his hand as Jasper joined us, "You cool now, Cullen?"

"Depends," he told him before he raised an eyebrow at me, "Are you cool now?"

"Depends," I mocked him, raising a brow at Blue Eyes after, "Are you cool now?"

"Everyone's cool," Pixie interrupted, startling the shit out of me by appearing out of fucking nowhere like a goddamn ninja, "Except for Bella Boo, who's definitely on the clock thanks to me, 'supposedly' doing what she gets paid to do, which involves actually working behind a bar that's as of right now totally fucking packed..."

"So," I started, meeting up with the two boys that I left an hour ago, the ones who were sitting on Pixie's side of the bar, where they were ordered to sit by the chick herself, "I never got the chance to thank you guys for the support that I never asked for earlier, what with me feeling as if I handled the situation just fine all by myself."

"Clearly," Jasper grinned, finishing off his Corona, "Well fucking played, Bella."

I shrugged, keeping my attention on Edward as he kept his own on the phone that he's been busy messing around with ever since I reached the counter that was separating us from each other. "Alright, well...for the rest of the night, the drinks are on me for having my back even though it was completely unnecessary so, what'll it be?"

"Well, I am in the mood for something..."

"Christ," Cullen groaned, pocketing his cell as he looked over at Jasper, "Really, Jas?"

I raised an eyebrow at the smirk that showed up over the mouth that belonged to the gentleman who belonged to Alice. "You're not at some goddamn corner store, dude. The choices that you have, they're kind of limited, you know..."

"You asked me what I wanted, right?"

Placing my arms across my chest, I nodded, not at all knowing where the kid was going with this...whereas Edward, he knew exactly where this was heading, what with the glare that he was now directing at Blue Eyes. "Don't fucking start, Whitlo—"

Interrupting his buddy, Jasper leaned forward a bit to whisper something that was definitely meant to be heard, "The only thing that I want right now stands at about 4'10, owns black spiky hair that likes to be pulled at from the back and without a single doubt...knows what to do with that gorgeous goddamn mouth of he—"

The wide grin that I was sporting, it stopped the words that were leaving Jasper's mouth and therefore, turned the grimace that Cullen was wearing into a smile that anticipated what I had in mind. "Hey, Pixie!" I shouted, ignoring Blue Eyes when he swallowed something nervous, "Tell me about this fucking technique of yours, bitch!"

Handing one of my customers their drink, the energizer bunny looked over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow that had Jasper shaking his head at me, telling me to be quiet and that he was sorry for everything. "Technique? Which uh, which one?"

"Well, according to the kid whose dick you own...you, and I quote, 'know what to do with that gorgeous goddamn mouth of yours.' I mean, let me the fuck know, hookah!"

Her eyes, they turned into dark slits as they connected to Jasper's. "Come here, Jazz."

"Baby, come on," he started, paying the snort that left Edward no mind as he stood up from his chair, "You know that I didn't mean it like that, she...your girl twisted my words, made it sound like I was bragging or something...I'd never disrespec—"

"Jasper Whitlock."

I laughed at Jasper Whitlock, because the poor fool was so going to get it, man.

"I hate you," Blue Eyes told me in a grumble, before walking over to the other side of the bar that his girl was covering for me, "Baby, she's...she's crazy—bat shit crazy, as a matter of fact. Don't listen to anything that Bella says..."

And blah, blah, blah, I thought, ignoring the dude who tried to plead his case as I looked over at Edward, who kept his attention on his buddy. "I don't know what the hell that goddamn tool was thinking, telling you of all people shit like that..."

"Right?"

Meeting my eyes, he smirked something low-key. "He should've known better..."

"He definitely should've known better..." I agreed, giving the kid a small smile.

Laughing something silent, he nodded, keeping his gaze on me. "Most definitely."

Wanting to get rid of the blatant attention that he was showing me, the kind that felt like it was starting to suffocate my being for some unknown goddamn reason, I cleared my throat. "So, you uh...you seemed kind of tied up earlier when I asked you guys what you wanted to drink..."

"I'll have a Miller Lite."

"Come again?"

"What I meant to say was please, Bella...can I have a Miller Lite?"

I grinned at his correction, uncapping the bottle of beer that he asked for. "This is the only one that I'm not going to charge you for, so...I suggest that you enjoy every single drop of my generosity while you can cause after this freebie, I'm asking for cash..."

"Got it," he played along, catching the bottle that I slid towards him, "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Leaning forward after taking a long ass sip of the amber liquid that evidently seemed to be the kid's poison, Edward raised an eyebrow at me, resting his bottle on top of the counter, in between us. "So, why don't you tell me what happened?"

"What do you mean, what happened?" I asked, letting the counter support my elbows as I lowered myself down to it, "You basically saw the whole thing outsi—"

He shook his head, "That shit show that I witnessed an hour ago wasn't what I was asking about, Bella," he whispered, "Judging by the audience that you had, I assumed that that kind of thing wasn't rare around here but, something had to of happened earlier before you showed up for work. I can see it in your eyes, you're upset about...what?"

I lowered my head as Em and Rose ran through it. "Nothing happened, I'm j—"

Grabbing a hold of my jaw, he lifted my chin and therefore, returned my eyes back to the ones that were now showing me nothing but anger. "You must think that I'm stupid enough to believe that fucking lie that just left your mouth, yeah?"

Pushing his hand off of me, I looked away from the frown that my dismissal created. "If whatever supposedly happened was something that I actually wanted to talk about, I'd fucking talk about it, Edward, but it's not, so..."

Hearing Jake shouting my name, I looked over my shoulder. "I gotta take a shit, B, I can't—I can't hold it in any longer!"

"You're so..." I shook my head in disgust, telling Edward that I'd see him later before walking over to the boy who had no shame whatsoever, "All that you had to tell me was that you needed a break, J. There's no reason for you to be so goddamn specific, telling me things that I never asked to know about..."

He mumbled something that I couldn't make out, tossing one of his regulars his change before storming off...only to freeze as soon as he got to the short swinging door that separated us from joining the crowd. "Oh no," he grimaced, which in return had me grimacing too cause no lie, judging from how tensed up he seemed to be, my boy looked like he needed to check his pants, "I...I don't think...Bells, I'm not going to make it..."

"Go!" I yelled, thinking ahead, "I'm fucking closing tonight, J...I swear to Jesu—"

And the kid took off, cause he knew that he'd get shit if I had to clean up his own.

Hearing my stupid cell phone going off, I stopped what I was doing with a groan, wondering who the hell could possibly be calling me right now...at this time of the night, one of which consisted of doing nothing but finishing up over here so that I could go the fuck 'home' already, where I'd hopefully be able to pass the hell out.

Dropping the rag that I was using to wipe away the grimy ass counters that always had me gagging at the end of every shift, I walked over to the cash register to grab a hold of my cell. "Do you not know how to tell time?" I asked in a growl as soon as I answered the device that my fingers started strangling, "I mean, you're just asking for the shit, calling me at three in the mo—"

"Bella."

The anger that I had, it quickly turned into confusion because the tone of this voice that I'd at other times easily recognize, it...it wasn't right, didn't sound right, at all...

"Andy?"

"Please," he groaned something that worried me, "I...God, I—I need you, Bella..."

"What's going on?" I asked, grabbing my keys, "Where...where are you?"

"Ple—"

Looking down at my cell after his own cut him off, I groaned, cursing the goddamn screen that showed me that the call did in fact end. Not having to think twice about it, I ran over to the front and turned off all of the lights before I stepped outside to lock up, wanting to get to Andy's place as soon as fucking possible because I knew, just knew, that something horrible must've went down for the kid to sound like that.

Stepping out of my truck as soon as it was placed in park, I left the driver's side door open to run over to the one that was connected to the front of the house that I broke speed limits reaching. "Andy, it...it's me!" I shouted, my knuckles stinging like a motherfucker from knocking so hard, "Let me in, man, I got here as fast as I could!"

Nothing.

Taking a step back, I bent my knees some so that I could lift the doormat that my chucks were standing on top of, tossing it aside afterwards when I found what I was hoping...no, praying...to find. "Thank fucking God," I breathed as soon as I saw the spare key that he evidently still kept around...the one that only a select few knew the whereabouts of just in case something like this were to ever happen...

"Andy?" I yelled after I made it inside...only to frown when I looked around and saw that the living room was completely empty, "Dude, where the hell are you, I'm here!"

Nothing.

Heading over towards the kid's room with my hoodie over my head, my steps, they faltered...stopped short, as soon as I heard something going on in the bathroom that I didn't even bother to check, what with me bypassing it without a second thought...

"Andy?"

Nothing.

Rewinding my steps, I stopped when I reached the door that was blocking me from what felt like something...big, which in return...raised my goddamn anxiety up to the fucking roof. Standing there, I stared at the white-painted surface, fighting with the nervous energy that started to surround me...the one that was telling me to just go home, that this wasn't worth it...whatever 'this' may be, I had absolutely no idea of...

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my fingers around the cold metal that they needed to fucking twist already, telling myself that it was too late to back down now, for I was already involved...have been as a matter of fact, ever since I laid eyes on the kid.

Looking up from the floor that she was sitting on, the blonde-haired chick who was leaning up against the toilet, she met my eyes. "What..." looking around, I paused when I noticed the goddamn filth that surrounded us, "What are you doing in here?"

"You're..." she smiled something lazy, pointing at me, "You're Emmett's little sister..."

"Where's Andy?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she slurred, touching her lips, "I'm so fucking high r—"

Turning around, I didn't wait for her to finish as I walked out of the bathroom...

This bitch, she was obviously wasting my fucking time, acting like I gave a shit.

Storming into Hardy's bedroom, I growled something that was riddled with pure exhaustion when I found it empty. "Seriously, though?" I asked...no one, seeing as to how I was the only person there, "What am I playing, hide and seek up in this mo—"

Noticing that the door to his bathroom was pulled open, I stopped talking to myself.

Taking a few steps forward, I froze when I took in the scene that was in front of me.

Andy was sitting down on the floor with the side of his body leaning up against the edge of the tub. His head, it was cocked to the side a bit and there was a long string of saliva that was coming out of his mouth...his mouth that was just...hung open. A belt was wrapped around his arm, so tightly that it looked as if the pressure alone was painful and the kid's fingers, they were barely holding onto what looked like a syringe that had a needle attached to it.

Breaking out of the shock that paralyzed my entire being, I ran into the bathroom and slid down next to him. "Oh...oh my God," I inhaled, feeling all of the sweat that his face was drenched in when I took a hold of it, "Andy, please...please don't do this to me right now, wake up!"

Not getting any kind of a response, I started freaking the fuck out, thinking that the kid was dying on me or something. Keeping his head up with one hand, I used my other one to slap his cheek as hard as I possibly could, "Andy!" I shouted in nothing but relief, hearing the groan that left his system, "Stay awake, please just...keep your eyes open for me, okay?"

"I...I'm so tired, B...I'm...I'm trying to but I can't. My chest, it..."

"What?" I asked after he spaced the hell out on me...tugging on the damp tee shirt that he was wearing with the hand that wasn't supporting his head, I hoped that the quick jerking movements would bring his eyes back into focus, "You gotta talk to me, Andy. I'm right here, don't stop talking to me, tell me what's wrong with your chest...are you having trouble breathing or something? Maybe...maybe I should call for an ambulance, they'll know what to d—"

"No," he argued in a whisper that was meant to be louder, "I can't...hospitals and I..."

"Stay the fuck awake," I gritted as his eyes closed...only to think fuck it, before I took it upon myself to force them open again by repeating the slap that knocked him out of his daze earlier, "I, Christ...I don't know what to do, tell me...tell me what to do to make it better, please...this whole thing, it's scaring the hell out of me, Andy, I'm —"

He started mumbling a bunch of words...a bunch of words that I couldn't for the life of me understand until he stopped, so abruptly that it had me holding my breath...

"No," I whispered when I saw his eyes rolling into the back of his head, "Andy, no!"

Pushing myself up to my feet, I took a hold of his shoulders to try to pull him off of the floor but my strength against his, it didn't compare, it was just...nonexistent. He was too goddamn heavy while he sat there, unaffected by my efforts...unable to help me when all that I wanted...no, needed...right now was just some fucking help, man...

I needed help.

Letting go of the kid whose face was turning paler and paler by the second, I took a couple of steps back as I dug into my back jean pocket to grab a hold of my phone. "Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up," I chanted to myself, aggravated by the never-ending ring tones that I kept on getting...so much so, that after hearing the seventh one, I went to hang up but as soon as I lowered the receiver from my ear, he...he answered.

"Bella?"

"Edward, I'm...so fucking stupid," I whispered, more to myself than to him, running my free hand down my face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, I just...I didn't know who else to call, you were the first person who I...I thought of, I...forget it, g—"

"It's okay," he interrupted as he got out of bed, it sounded like, "Where are you?"

"I — " my voice cut off as soon as I returned my attention back to Andy, whose eyes were staring at nothing...absolutely nothing...and that, right there...that void, it upset me to the fucking core. "Jesus Christ, I'm...I'm going to have a fucking heart attack, I swear t—"

"Okay, well uh, don't," Edward's voice told me over the sound of his engine starting up in the background, "You need to relax for a second so that you can tell me where you are..."

Knowing that I'd pass the hell out sooner or later if I didn't calm my nerves, I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes...only to open them once again when I heard Andy...

Andy, who was now choking on his own vomit. "Holy shit, he's...he's going to fucking die on me," I thought out-loud, running over to where he sat, swallowing whatever his mouth was trying to get rid out. Grabbing a hold of his face, I lowered it from its hung back position so that he was throwing up on his lap instead, "Edward, I can't do this alone, I need your help. He's never been like this before, he's...I don't know!"

"Bae!" Cullen shouted, interrupting me as I started flipping the hell out, "Who is he?"

"Fucking Andy!" I shouted back before I apologized for shouting back, telling the kid that I didn't mean to, "He's...something's honest to God wrong with him, I just don't know what caused it...he's not...he's not right. The dude's sweating, he's pale as shit, cold to the touch, throwing up what looks like...spit? I mean, do I look like a fucking doctor here cause — "

"What are you doing at Andy's place?"

"Are you...seriously, Edward?" I growled, pissed off by the concern that his voice held, the concern that...at this time, was completely irrelevant, "That's what the fuck you're worried about after hearing everything that I just fucking told you? You know what, man, forget that I even called your ass, I shouldn't of even bothered. I hope that you rot in hell, you piece of sh—

"I'm seven minutes away, Bella."

Inhaling something audible, my entire being, it was filled with reassurance. "Okay."

"Is the front door unlocked?"

"Yeah," I whispered, looking at Andy, who was now looking at me, "I'll uh, be here."

Flipping my phone shut after Cullen told me that he'd see me in a little bit, I shoved it back into my jean pocket. "Andy, what..." lifting his chin when it started falling, I forced his eyes open by prying them apart with my free fingers, "What did you do?"

"I'm sorry," he mumbled a mumble that I barely heard, "Don't...be mad at me..."

"Okay," I easily gave in, "As long as you stay awake, I won't be mad at you, alright?"

He nodded, doing the complete opposite of what I just said as he closed his eyes...

"Andy," I whispered, knowing that he could still hear me, "Tell me what to do."

"Stay," he whispered back as he kept his lids closed, "Just stay, don't...don't lea—"

"I'm not going anywhere," I promised him, "Just…just don't leave me either, okay?"

"Okay."

Hearing the front door when it was slammed shut, I pulled my fingers away from the pulse point that they've been resting on top of for the past fifteen minutes. Wiping away the tears that appeared out of fucking nowhere, I crawled out of the bathroom before I pushed myself up to my feet and used them to run out into the hallway...

"E—Edward!" I...tried to shout, yet couldn't...because all of a sudden, I felt...weird.

And it was a real familiar kind of a weird.

As in...

Holy hell I might pass out kind of a weird...

Letting my back hit the wall as soon as the dizziness started overtaking my senses, I went to close my eyes but Edward's hands against my cheeks kept them open. "Bella, what the hell is going on, I've been calling your ce—"

I wrapped my fingers around his wrists as he leaned back a bit to just...look at me.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm...I'm not," I wanted to argue but literally couldn't, as I started hyperventilating.

Because everything that I saw within the last...whatever, it fucking hit me, hard.

Looking down at my hands that started punching my chest to try to get it working right again, Edward let go of my face. "Bae, what...what are you doing?" he asked, only to grab a hold of my arms when he didn't get any kind of a response, "What the hell is wrong with you, stop!"

I choked on the inhale that never made it into my lungs, "I...I can't..." fuck, "breathe."

Pulling me away from the wall, the kid let my arms hang over his own that wrapped themselves around my waist. "Fucking breathe, Bella," he told me, pressing his chest against mine, "You feel me breathing, yeah? Do it. Do what I'm doing before you pass the fuck out on me..."

"A—" I took a deep breath, "An—" and another one, "Andy, go to Andy!" I choked out.

"Andy?" he asked, leaning back a bit, "Did he fucking touch y—"

"No!" I yelled, pushing on his chest with the hand that wasn't pointing at where he needed to fucking be already, "Edward, go! He's...it's been like a fucking minute, go!"

When he saw Andy in the same position that I left him in, the kid groaned. "Yo, A-man," he called out, letting go of my hand so that he could make his way over to him, "What are you doing, sitting there like that...get up."

"Cullen," I whispered as Andy's eyes shot open, "He's...chill out with the tone, he's—"

"Fine," the kid finished for me before he lowered himself down to his level, keeping his attention on me as he pointed at the belt that was still wrapped around Andy's arm. "He's just high, Bella—fucking strung out. I thought that you knew that he — "

Reaching out, Andy grabbed a hold of Edward's arm, changing the kid's nonchalant demeanor into something that tensed up his entire being as he lowered his gaze down to our boy's hand. "I…I messed up, E."

"Where did you find this dude, in the fucking freezer?" Cullen asked me...yet kept his attention on Andy as he tilted his head back to look into his eyes, "A, how mu—"

"Too much," Andy groaned as Edward forced his lids apart, "Shit got...it got out o—"

"Yeah, I hear ya," Edward interrupted, not letting him finish as he pushed himself up to his feet and looked over his shoulder, "We gotta get him over to the hospital..."

"Hospital?" I asked, "But uh, he told me earlier that he doesn't do hospitals."

"Yeah, well…he doesn't have a choice," he told me, placing his arms underneath Andy's arms, "We gotta go, A. I want to get you off of this fucking floor but I'm going to need you to help me out with that, yeah?"

Andy nodded but his eyes, they were already closing on him.

Spreading his legs apart some, Edward laughed a laugh that lacked amusement, "My back, it's going to appreciate this shit in the morning," he mumbled before he quickly pulled Andy up from the floor, which had me groaning something that should've came out of the kid himself. After sitting him down on the toilet, he used the hand that wasn't patting down his pockets to keep Andy from tipping over. "Bae, do me a favor. Go to his other side and let him lean on you while I make this phone call, yeah?"

I rushed over to them and did as he asked, keeping my eyes on Edward as he flipped his cell phone open, "What did he take?" he asked...me, moving his attention down to the numbers that his fingers were pressing, "And how long ago was his last hit?"

"I..." shook my head, because I sure as hell didn't even know the answer to the first question, let alone the second, "I just...I mean, he called me, I wasn't here for any of that. I uh...saw him holding a syringe when I first got here though, so...judging from that, it must've been something that he shot up but, I...I don't know. He's never been like this before...whatever he used, it had to of been stronger, right?"

Instead of answering my question, he shook Andy's shoulder as he brought his cell phone up to his ear, "Hardy, talk to me, man. I n—" pushing my hand away from Andy's arm when I went to untie the belt that was still wrapped around it, Edward told me not to touch it and to just let it be before he returned his attention back to the kid who my side was practically supporting, "I need to know what you took, A..."

"White ho—"

Cullen tapped Andy's cheek until he opened his eyes again, "You took white horse?"

The kid nodded as he closed his eyes again.

"White horse?" I asked, and was ignored, "Uhm, hello...what the fuck is white horse?"

"Pop, it's me," Edward spoke into the phone, dismissing my curiosity as he let go of Andy's shoulder to grab a hold of his jaw instead, "How much did you shoot up, A?"

"I don't kn—"

"Guess."

"A lot."

"You got him for a second?" Cullen asked me, holding the cell away from his mouth.

"I uh...think so?" I asked, not at all wanting to be left alone with this, "I mean, if — "

He shook his head, telling me not to worry about it before speaking into his phone again...only this time, he lowered his voice a bit to try to keep me from hearing what I so fucking heard, which was him telling his Pop that Hardy was going through what appeared to be a heroin overdose, "The signs, they're all there...I need to kn—"

Feeling his fingers underneath my chin, I opened my eyes. "Bella, you need to fucking breathe," he gritted, and it was then when I realized that I actually wasn't, "Don't do that shit to me again. Breathe."

I inhaled, and then exhaled...tightening my hold on Andy's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, are you there now?" Edward asked his Pop as he let go of me, "Alright, I'll be there in a minute, let me get his ass in the car." After hanging up, he shoved his cell into the same jean pocket that he took it out of, ignoring the raised eyebrow that I was sporting as he bent down a bit to place Andy's arm over his left shoulder, "Bae, I need you to support his other side for me, we're going to take him to the hospital."

I nodded as I placed Andy's other arm over my shoulder. After we both stood him up, I groaned at the feeling of having all of the kid's weight falling on my side as he tipped over towards me. "Come on, man," Edward whispered, shifting Andy's body by pulling him to the left to balance it out, "I'm right here. Lean this way, I got you."

"It's okay," I gritted, not wanting to waste any more time as I started pulling him towards the bathroom door, "Let's just go before the kid closes his eyes on us again."

As soon as we parked in front of the hospital, the blonde-haired man who I spotted leaning up against the wall pushed himself away from it to run over to the passenger side door and yank it open, "Help me get him out of here," the guy, who I'm assuming was Cullen's Pop, told him after the both of us stepped out of the car.

And then, a goddamn stretcher appeared out of fucking nowhere.

Every single thing from that point on, switched to fast forward...

Where I found myself standing in the middle of the nearly empty waiting room, with my eyes trained on Andy's limb body that the hospital personnel was now wheeling through the ER doors. "He's going to be okay," Edward tried to reassure me, gently nudging my shoulder with his own after I lowered my head, "Kid's in good hands..."

Catching my eyes at the first drift, I opened them up as wide as possible. "Oh God..."

"Andy's going to be okay, Bella," Cullen's voice told me as I shook my head to try to drown out the buzzing sound that started ringing in my ears, "My Pop...he uh, he knows what he's doing in th—"

"I — "

"Whoa," Edward interrupted my interruption, quickly grabbing a hold of my left arm as I tipped over towards the right, "Are you uh, falling asleep on me or something?"

"I might...oh shit," I groaned at the spins that started up...only to shake my head at Cullen when he stopped me from lowering myself down to the floor by pulling my body in front of his own, "No, you don't understand, I'm about to fucking...I'm go—"

"Alright, this is...this is getting a little ridiculous, Bae," he said, giving my eyes no choice but to meet his own as he placed his hands over my hips, "First you can't fucking breathe and now you're suffering from what, narcolepsy? Maybe you sho—"

"Edward?" I asked, dozing off a little bit as I wrapped my fingers around his belt, hoping that doing so will help the kid in the next five seconds, "You got me, right?"

"Uh..."

"Don't let go."

His eyebrows, they scrunched together yet, his grip on my hips, it tightened. "Don't let go?" he asked, "What do you mean, 'don't let go.' How long are you going to have me fucking standing here, looking like some kind of a goddamn creeper who holds chicks up while they slee—"

And, the last thing that I heard was the "Oh shit," that left Edward Cullen's being...

Before Bella Swan's very goddamn own passed the fuck out, juuust like I expected.

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