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Chapter 18: Believe

I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. I've been working, homework, blah blah blah. To everyone who has asked what the hell just happened, the answer is a twist, my dearies.

Any who, here you go!

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"Please, Angela, just answer the door."

I rapped on the door and heard the shuffling of feet. I've been going to Angela's apartment everyday for the past week in the hope of getting her to talk with me. It's the same thing every time. I small squeal, the sound of feet shuffling, and the lock clicking into place. So, no luck for Bella.

"Angela, I can protect you. One of my best friend's jobs is protection. He knows people that can help you. Just please, answer the door."

Again, it was the shuffling feet but then something else happened. The door opened to reveal a tired, scared girl. She had on white glasses and her hair was in disarray. She was in just a camisole and plaid pajama pants. She eyed me warily.

"Come in, quickly."

She shuffled out of the doorway and I followed. She led me to a coffee table that had a lot of papers on it. She quickly gathered them up and walked away. I looked around the small apartment with a frown on my face. How could someone live in a place this small?

"Well, what do you want?"

I jumped when I heard her voice right behind me.

"You know what I'm here for, Angela. Answers."

She sighed and sat down at the table and I sat across from her.

"First I want to know about what you were talking about…about this 'protection'."

I pulled Emmett's business card from my purse.

"His name's Emmett Cullen. He's a body guard but he has buddies from everywhere. I could call him right now and you'd have someone watching out for you within the hour."

She pursed her lips and stayed quiet for a moment. I silently pulled my phone out and I saw her nod. Holding the phone to my ear, I heard him answer.

"Yo, Bella-boo. What can this Emmett do for you?"

"Hey, Em. I need to ask for a big favor."

"Anything for you, Bells. Just name it."

I quickly explained the situation to Emmett and heard a pause when I was finished. I could practically hear him rubbing his chin, in thought.

"I can have that arranged. I'll send Ben Cheney over. She'll be covered in the next twenty minutes, Bella."

I smiled hugely.

"Thank you so much, Emmett."

I hung up and looked at a hopeful Angela.

"He's sending one of his guys over now. He'll be here within twenty minutes."

She let go of a sigh of relief.

"Okay. You might want to pull out a notebook and a pen. This is going to take a while."

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Emmett was looking at me like I was crazy.

"Bella, we've researched everything that we could about this place. We know it's the perfect rehab center for Edward. Plus, he's almost out. I really don't see the big deal."

I huffed in frustration.

"Do you not see the things that Angela told me about that place? He hasn't been responding to any of us. Normally he would have already written to one of us or given us a phone call."

Emmett sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Did you think that maybe they're not letting him since he's so close to getting out? It's possible that contact with us could make him lose his focus, or something. You're just worrying about him way too much. Once he's out you two can live happily ever after. Is that enough?"

I could tell that he was getting frustrated with me. Why was no one taking this seriously?

"Yeah, whatever. That'd just be so perfect, Emmett. Why don't you go take care of your pregnant girlfriend or something?"

He shrugged and walked out of the door. I lay on my bed, staring at the last letter that Edward had sent me. That was over two months ago. I don't understand why no one believes me.

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EPOV

I woke up in a daze and looked around the foggy room. Everything seemed to be foggy now a days. It's been happening since Dr. Brusky put me on this new medication. He said it would really help to "speed up the process"; it really was not helping.

I heard the door creak open but could not see who the shadow was.

"Ah, good. You're awake, Mr. Mason," said Dr. Brusky.

I tried to shield my eyes from the sudden light when he flipped the switch. He chuckled and it looked like he shook his head.

"I see the medication is really taking effect. How do you feel?"

I thought about that for a second. How did I feel?

"Like someone put cotton in my mouth and veil over my face. Nothing is really coming into focus."

I heard the clicking of his tongue.

"That's to be expected. When you start new medication your body can have strange side effects until you get accustomed to it. I'm going to just give you a couple more pills today and you should be better by tomorrow."

I scoffed internally. That's something that he said every day. Yet, each day I start to feel worse. It's gotten to the point where I just don't have the energy to write or call my loved ones. All I ever want to do is sleep. I just hope someone will get me out of this place soon.

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I'm so sorry that it took this long to update! Work has been crazy and this is the first chance I've had to update. Forgive me!