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I woke up early the next morning.

I had no idea what the time actually was but I suspected maybe five or six. It was early enough for it to still be a little dark outside.

I slowly wriggled out of Edward's arms and shivered at the immediate sense of coldness to my body. I heard him roll over and grunt. I turned, petrified I'd woken him up. However he simply pulled the sheets higher and stayed sound asleep.

I wanted to lean over and kiss his forehead, to whisper words that I didn't have right now. Instead I threw on my sweatpants and the first shirt I could find. I slipped my feet into my converse and stuffed my cellphone, some money and the keycard into my pocket and grabbed the video camera bag from under the bed.

If I could get to Marcus and back within the hour, Edward would never know that I'd been gone.

I tiptoed out of the hotel room and shut the door quietly. I was a little taken aback when the lights in the hall suddenly came on and shone directly in my eyes. I clenched my eyes shut and slowly opened them, I blinked repeatedly to find my focus and suddenly I felt very alert.

I hurried down the hall and pressed the button to call the elevator.

It seemed to take forever. Was it stuck or something?

I pulled out my cellphone and typed a message to Marcus.

It's done. I'm on my way over.

I figured he was at his posh townhouse, I had the address.

I grew impatient and started tapping my foot on the carpet when the door pinged open. I walked in and found myself stood next to a middle aged man and younger woman practically dry humping each other. Her face was full of make-up and she wore stockings that were clearly visable as the man clutched her thigh.

I knew what she was. And he knew what she was. In an hour or so she would be back in this elevator clutching her earnt English money.

The elevator went up before it went down. My horny friends left the elevator and I spent the rest of my journey alone.

As I expected, the lobby was deserted when I left the elevator. The consierge looked as if he was falling asleep. I soon interrupted his sweet dreams by hurrying over and tapping the little bell on his desk.

"Hm? Huh?" He looked around, disoriented as he woke.

"I need a cab," I whispered. I leaned in as if I was some kind of fucking secret agent.

"When?" He whispered back.

"Now,"

"Of course, ma'am,"

I watched the gentleman, clean shaved and wore a badge with the name Sam on, do his thing with the telephone and within two minutes he hung up.

"There will be a car waiting for you outside in a moment, Miss,"

"Thankyou," I smiled and rummaged in my pocket for some money, slinging what I think was five pounds at him.

Like Sam said, the cab was waiting outside for me as soon as I got there. It was one of the typical black taxi cabs like Edward and I got a few days beforehand. The cold chill swept over my body and I crossed my arms. I stared down at my attire and realised the shirt I was wearing was Edward's. A tiny smile crept across my lips and I dipped my head, just to see if it smelt like him.

It did.

I pulled the door open on the car and crawled in, mumbling the address of Marcus' home and lounged back in the seat while he drove. I fell into a light sleep, the morning chill on my face as breeze came through the small gap in the drivers window.

I dreamt of Edward and I somewhere cold, where there was snow. Maybe right here in London. Was it a future vision? Could I be back here someday to spend time building a snowman and having snow ball fights with Cullen?

The car ride came to a stop, I knew it because the driver hit the breaks suddenly.

I pushed some notes through the plastic divider to the driver and asked him to wait.

"I won't be long," I promised and got out of the cab, clutching the camera bag in my hand.

Like I suspected, Marcus lived in a typical terraced townhouse. There were many windows that I was too lazy to count and the paint-work was pale blue.

One of the lights was switched on. On the top floor.

He was home.

I swallowed hard and bit my tongue. I took the steps slowly up to the door. I knew the meter was running on the taxi, yet I didn't care. I'd pay whatever it took to get Marcus out of my life.

Paying him is what I should have done in the first place. He didn't want money, but I should have just thrown a cheque at him.

I sucked in a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

Nothing.

I thought about leaving the bag on the doorstep... but then anyone could get their dirty claws on it. So I rung the bell again.

I heard grunting on the inside and heavy footsteps.

Grunting turned to curse words, I knew the voice was definitely Marcus.

The front door swung open and his palm dragged down his face.

"What the fuck do..." Then he focused and saw me, "Miss Swan... and to what do I owe the... pleasure?" He smirked.

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.

"I suppose you ought to come in," He looked me up and down, staring at me with a look of disgust.

"You've let yourself go a little over the last few days haven't you, Swan?" He chuckled darkly and walked down the hall and into a room.

I reluctantly followed, smoothing my bed hair down while I walked. I wasn't courteous enough to shut his front door. I wanted in and out, quick and painless.

Like ripping off a band aid.

I wish I was ripping off a band aid, it hurt less.

I found Marcus in the lounge, living room, I had no idea what the English called it. He was on his hands and knees, down by his television set and fiddling with some wires.

"What are you doing?" I asked, cringing at the sight of Marcus' bathrobe sliding up his body and greeting me with a lovely display of his back, sack and crack wax.

"I have to check my merchandise before I can let you leave, Bella, surely you understand?"

This is what I was afraid of.

This I did not want to see.

Marcus finished connecting up the wires to the camcorder and the television. He stood up, barely bothering to adjust his robe and cover himself. He just smirked, looking far too disgustingly pleased with himself.

Vile man.

He took steps backwards to stand beside me, though there was a small gap between us. It was a relief, I didn't want to smell his cheap cologne.

"Ready for the show, Bella?"

I folded my arms and chewed on my lower lip.

The television came on and up came the film.

I could hardly believe my eyes.

I gasped.

Marcus looked at me and glared.

"What the fuck is this?"

Eep!

Until next time

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