Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: Update one of two for today! I'm falling so in love with this story and can now confirm I have a prequel, sequel and at least two outtakes planned! It is my punishment for being unable to sleep on Saturday! Enjoy, the chapter is a little shorter than recent ones.

"STOP!" I screamed again.

I kicked my legs and Emmett stumbled back against the wall, taking the sharp heel of my shoe to his chest. He looked confused, his hand gripped the wall to steady himself. I slid off the table and kicked off my stupid shoes losing three inches off my height. I scrambled with the material of my dress, desperately trying to cover my breasts and find my breath.

Emmett found his feet and took a step closer, the camera crew were silent.

"Bella..."

"No! Don't touch me," I shouted. He took the step back and stared into the distance.

My eyes followed Emmett's, he was looking at the confused and angry face of Marcus. He was sitting in his directors chair with his arms folded and looking at me over the rims of the glasses I suspected he didn't need. He'd not worn them the other times I'd seen him.

"Isabella, are you calm now? Or when you are, perhaps we're ready to start again," He said in a calm but snooty tone and clicked his fingers to my make-up artist, she started towards me.

"No," I held my hand in front of me, "I said, stop,"

I felt closed in, like everybody was surrounding me. Marcus was out of his seat and walking towards me. The towering height of Emmett was right next to me. I couldn't breathe.

One hand clutched my dress to my body, the other smacked to the clammy skin covering my heart. I frantically breathed in but not out. Marcus was stood right in front of me, bending his knees to my level like I was some fucking child.

"Bella, calm down, Emmett wouldn't hurt you,"

"Don't you think I fucking know that," I spat.

Emmett's hand touched my shoulder, I turned around swiftly like I'd felt a spider or something.

"Bella, breathe," He tried to soothe. "Get her some water," He looked at Marcus.

Eric's playmate just looked at Emmett in disbelief, as if he was stunned that someone had actually had the nerve to ask him something.

"Now!" Emmett roared. Marcus jumped back with a squeak and hurried away... I think.

I shook my head repeatedly.

"No... water... can't... breathe!" My body slowly began to curl in on itself.

Get a fucking grip Swan!

"Bella Boo?"

I looked up, Eric in the doorway still adorned in pink and looking dreadfully worried. I pushed Emmett's hand off my shoulder and ran to my friend, throwing myself into his arms. I found myself sobbing into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I chanted, shaking my head as I buried my face into the silken material of Eric's shirt.

Eric's soft hand stroked my hair, hushing me softly.

"Shh, shh, I'm here now... and if you snot this shirt up, you're paying for the dry cleaning bill," He chuckled.

I had no idea what was going on behind me and I was beyond caring.

"Get me out of here?" I begged.

Eric had to virtually drag me back to the office where my day had started. I could feel how hot and sweaty my body had become, I felt heavy too, so much that he'd had to practically throw me onto the leather couch.

I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of the couch, I shoved my head between my legs and managed to find some air.

Eric's hand nudged my head, I looked up and found a plastic cup filled with water from the office dispenser. I took it from him and gulped it back gratefully.

"Rest. And then we'll talk," Eric told me softly.

If he was mad at me, I couldn't yet tell.

I wanted to ask for Edward.

Instead I asked for the clothes I'd arrived in. Eric passed them to me and said he was going to go and sort some things out.

Once alone, I took my time in changing. I flattened my hair and splashed a cup of water on my face before laying on the couch.

-BS-

I must have drifted off or I was still asleep and was stuck in my dream. A cool, soft hand rested upon my hair, a thumb, or maybe two fingers gently caressed my forehead.

I hummed contently, a small smile curling on my lips at the relaxing feeling.

"Bella?" A quiet voice whispered.

Couldn't I just stay like this a while longer?

"Bella? Sweetheart?" The voice spoke again.

I fluttered my eyes slowly.

Bright lights.

I closed them and fluttered them open again to see my visitor.

It looked like Edward but blurry.

Blur-ward.

My vision finally focused and I blinked.

A nervous, crooked smile greeted me.

"Edward,"

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