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Bella's POV

Why was he here? How did he even find me? My hands started shaking as the panic slowly took over. I concentrated on channeling the anger and rage I felt. Thankfully it worked. The rage and anger had complete control of me. Before I knew it, I put my foot on the wall and pulled out my KA-BAR. I gripped it tightly as I made my over to him. I put up my hoodie and watched him as he caught sight of me.

"Hey Bella, same as always I see," he said smiling at me. He was always like that, like a bastard. He looked the same aswell, with the familiar black hair that was just short of his shoulders, the same leather jacket he would always wear when we took a ride, the same black jeans and boots, the same eyebrow and ear piercings, the same burns going up the left side of his face. That was my doing. It wasn't good when you add an angry me with a vodka bottle and a lighter.

"How the fuck did you find me here?"

"I have my ways Bella, I have my ways," Again he gave me a devilish grin. I know you do, Kyle. I know you do.

"What do you want, Kyle?"

"You owe me money, Bella," I thought I gave him back all the money I borrowed, I was sure of it in fact.

"How much money?"

"Five grand,"

"Five grand?" I said astonished, I don't have that sort of money!

"And I need it by tomorrow,"

"How the fuck am I gonna get five grand in a day?" Is he insane? Or was he just high on crack? It was a possibility he was, I mean we were doing drugs most days anyway.

"I'm sure you'll find a way Bella, you always do," he said, he approached me slowly, closing the gap between up. I gripped the KA-BAR even tighter in my hand. I took a step back not wanting a confrontation with him. This was bound to end violently. I examined the large cut across his neck, that was me aswell. I was meant to kill him when I slashed him, but unfortunately he survived.

"You know what will happen if you don't," he said quietly. Kyle was now a few inches from my face. He was the only person who knew everything about me, and I mean everything. Even that night, the one in my nightmares. He knew I still wanted to die, he wouldn't kill me, no, he knew I wanted it too much. He would kill other people instead, innocent people. I couldn't allow that, I wouldn't have people die anymore on my own accord. I had no choice but to do what he said.

"You're still the same, you know that Bella? You haven't changed one bit,"

"Nor have you," I spoke with a venom in my voice. "You're still the same bastard."

"Mmm you think so?" he said placing his hand around my waist. Kyle then pushed me towards him and slammed his mouth onto mine, putting his other arm around me. I raised the knife slowly behind his back to place on his neck. His kisses became urgent and I was giving in to him.

Kyle and I were together for months, I had met him at a Soilwork concert. I was in one of the circle pits when I accidently fell on top of him. I was sixteen when I met him and he was twenty one. The age gap didn't matter to us though, I thought I was in love with him. We did so much stupid stuff together, we jacked cars, grafitied a couple police stations, we got pissed most nights and we even got arrested together. I was having the time of my life with him, after my parents died and Jacob gone, he was my everything. Things started to change when he got me pregnant. I wanted to start a family with him, I wanted to be with him forever. I wanted to bring a life into the world, one that I could take care of and look after. It seemed so right.

He didn't want a kid though and one night when we were arguing about it he pushed me down the stairs. I lost my baby that night and I had lost apart of myself. When I came out of hospital I confronted Kyle about it. I got so angry that I set him on fire. He was fine, but he had the permanent burns on his face. Kyle convinced me that he didn't mean to push me and I believed him. We were together for a few more months after that, robbing stores, stealing cars, doing drugs. It was so much fun, I forgot all about the night I lost my baby. I was happy enough that I still had Kyle.

One night, I found him making out with another girl when I came back from school. I ran away not believing what I had just seen. He caught up with me and started telling me that he didn't mean it, that it was a mistake. I slashed him angrily across the neck and took off never regretting my actions. I hadn't seen him since, why would I even want to? A part of me died that night I lost him. Another part was gone, taken away from me, another part destroyed and unable to awaken.

I was betrayed again and started losing control of everything. I owed a lot of people money and started doing favours for people as I didn't have enough cash. I robbed countless stores to pay them back, I wasted most of my money on drugs, cigarettes and alcohol. I would get drunk every night to forget the pain that I tried to keep inside of me. Once you get into that circle it's difficult to get out.

I held the knife against his neck wanting release, but I didn't realise that he too had a knife on my throat. This wasn't going to end nicely, I thought in my head. He stopped kissing me for a moment and looked into my eyes. His eyes were so familiar, they felt like home, they felt like a safe-haven to me. I scolded myself at the thought.

"I'm glad I burnt your face," I said giving him a large grin. Anger washed over his eyes and he kissed me again. He began biting down on my lip-ring and before I could stop him he wripped it off. I winced in pain as the blood flowed down my chin. He started to suck my lip, licking the blood that had trickled down my neck. It was throbbing by the time he spat my lip-ring onto the ground. He had won this time and he knew I wouldn't fight back anymore.

"I'll be here tomorrow, same time and you better get my money or bad things will start happening. Do you understand?" I nodded and he slowly realeased me. He gave me a quick smile before he turned around. He got onto his bike, placing his helmet on his head and started it up. The familiar roar seemed too loud, he must of removed the muffler. I watched him as he took off into the distance leaving me standing there not knowing what to do next. First I took out my vodka and drunk half of it again. I had to get five grand in 24 hours and counting, I had reason to drink. I washed down the blood ignoring the salty taste of the blood.

How can I pull that amount of money in such a short amount of time? I looked around the parking lot to see many students staring at me. I could hear them all saying "Oh my god, was that alcohol?" or "Was that guy like her boyfriend?". I ignored them and tried to spot the Cullens or the Hales. I couldn't find any of them but I found Angela walking out.

"Hey Angela," I said as I approached her. She was joined by Ben again, who was holding her books for her. Treat him like a slave why don't you.

"Hey Bella, oh my god what happened to your lip?" I quickly thought of a lie. I'm sure she wouldn't believe me anyway. It was a little obvious when I just happened to have a busted lip as soon as this random guy just makes out with me.

"Oh I just bit down on it a little too hard. Do you have a cell phone I could borrow?" I needed to make some calls, but I never had reason to carry a cell phone. I mean who was there to talk to?

"Oh yeah sure," she said handing me a bright pink flip phone.

"Thanks," I said, I headed for my car while dialing an unforgettable number. I got into my car as I called him.

"Hello?" he answered with a faint Russian accent. I was calling Aleksey, who originally came from Russia but moved here when he was 10.

"Hey, it's Marie," That was what most of the "circle" knew me as, you know the drug dealers, the thiefs, the gangs, etc.

"Hey Marie, skol'ko let, skol'ko zim, long time no see. It's good to hear from you again. Kak dela?" I knew he couldn't help but use his native tongue.

"Horošo," I said, when you knew Aleksey, you picked up a lot of Russian phrases. He was asking me how I was and I said that I was fine. "Look, you know that favour you owe me?"

"Yes..."

"I think it's about time I cashed it in,"

"Of course, what do you need?"

"Do you have 5K?"

"Sorry Marie, out of cash, we spent the last of the money on a batch of coke coming in," I sighed as he said this. I'd have to get the money myself then.

"You got any spare bikes lying around?" I had a plan to get the money and it wasn't going to pretty.

"I've got a Yamaha dirt bike, but it's a bit old,"

"If it runs, it will be fine,"

"When and were do you want it dropped off?"

"Port Angeles, behind the mall, in three hours," I hadn't been to Port Angeles, apart from when Charlie picked me up from the airport, but it was a tourist trap and people knew it more than Forks.

"It'll be there. Anything else?"

"You got any 103's hanging about?"

"Sure, just one?"

"Yeah," I hope I wouldn't have to use it on any one. I meant by a 103 as in AK-103, a Russian built AK-47. "Spasibo." I said, which meant thank you.

"Udači, Marie," he said. I ended the phone call and took a deep breath. I had no choice, I couldn't forget that. I had to do this or someone would die. Some people, plural, I corrected myself. Kyle wasn't too fussy with numbers, the more the merrier he used to say. I gave Angela's cell phone back to her and told her thank you.

I'd have to be on good terms with the Chief if I didn't want any suspicions to arise. If I made him dinner, that gave me the excuse to go shopping for food seeing as the cupboards were bare. Did this man just survive on takeouts? During that time, I could go to Port Angeles. When Charlie drove me back from the airport, it took about an hour. I thought I could make it in twenty minutes, maybe fifteen if I really pushed it. I examined my lip in the mirror, it was bleeding again. I wiped off the blood that was dripping down my neck and scrapped off the blood that had dried. I put a band-aid on my lip to stop the bleeding, Kyle had wripped off a pretty big chunk.

I waited in my room for Charlie to come back, I took out my sketchpad and began drawing something. I didn't know what it was yet, my hand just kept moving. The Chief came back at a great time so I could retrieve the 103 and the bike without being late. I made the excuse of "I'm making you dinner so I need to buy food". He bought it of course and was probably glad to see me go and stop talking, there was another game on. I was a little early, so I bought the food first. I didn't really care what I got, I just bought quite a lot with the money Charlie gave me. I had to make it look it took me an hour to go there and back. I bought pasta and random spices I could throw in, not that I actually cared. I had more important things to worry about than pasta.

I raced up to Port Angeles and made it there in just under twenty minutes. I quickly found the mall and parked around the back. A white van was already parked there so I got of my car and made my way over to them. I greeted two Russian men who I recognised from previous exchanges as it were. They loaded the bike into my Audi and gave me the assault rifle which was in a black case. I thanked them and told them to tell Aleksey thank you.

By the time I got back to Charlie's house, it was pitch black which would help hide the bike in my car. I made the whole journey within an hour which I was very pleased with. I made Charlie pasta which he seemed to like. He hesitated at first, probably thinking I had poisoned it. To prove I hadn't, I swapped my plate with his and started eating it. Once I had eaten a few mouthfuls, he began eating his pasta. He told me it was delicious, I laughed at that, it was probably the spices making him think that.

I spent the rest of the evening drawing and cleaning out the rifle. I retrieved it from the car while Charlie was still watching the game and I was cooking the dinner. In the black case, there were three magazines with about thirty rounds each in them. I had more than enough fire power in other words. I said goodnight to Charlie and waited for his constant snores before I started to prepare myself. I took off all of my clothes and put on plain black trousers and a navy hoodie that said nothing on it. My clothes needed to either be untraceable or would have to be destroyed afterwards. I didn't want to any suspicions to arrive and if they did, what evidence would they have? I also put on simple white trainers and a ski mask that I had used many times. It covered all of my face and you couldn't see my eyes either. I scrapped my hair back into a tight pony tail and put my hood up again. I finished the rest of the vodka and had a last smoke. I couldn't put it off any longer.

I placed the rifle back into the black case and put it into a large black backpack. I ripped an old t-shirt into strips and put it in the bag along with a few bottles of vodka. I put the KA-BAR in my pocket and began to climb down the tree.

"Udači, Marie" I muttered to myself, it's Russian for good luck and I was going to need it.

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