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

Authors note: For everyone who hates me right now for being a cliffy bitch, aren't you all glad I've only kept you waiting 24 hours? Enjoy!

"What the fuck is this?"

I was speechless. I could feel Marcus' dark eye, glaring at me with pure anger, my own eyes were fixated on the video on the television screen.

"What the fuck, is this?" Marcus bellowed.

"I...I..." I stammered and shook my head.

I was as clueless as Marcus.

Displayed before me on the screen was nothing like I expected. It wasn't what I was dreading. There was no clear vision of Edward's perfect ass in the air like there should have been or my fingers dragging down his could hear the delightful moans of both Edward and myself. I'd be lying if the sound of him chanting my name didn't make me want to squeeze my thighs together.

However, our faces and bodies were no-where to be seen. The screen was black.

I turned to look at Marcus. His face was reddening and his nostrils flaring. This was one, angry fucker.

"What did you do!" Marcus screamed so loud rung through my ears. I winced at the sound.

"I didn't do anything!" I insisted, "I don't know what happened,"

"Are you stupid, Swan? A stupid whore who can't work a fucking video camera? Huh? Huh?"

His eyes were evil, he stared at me with his fists balled by his sides.

I had no idea what to do? I was petrified.

Was he going to hit me?

Should I plead for my life?

"You better say something quickly, Isabella,"

I stayed quiet, I needed to think clearly. The screen was black, how was that possible? I glanced at the screen and heard the irresistable sound of Edward reaching his intense climax. The picture was grainy, and small white dots in parts and I realised.

My sweater.

The expression on my face must have been clear to Marcus.

"My sweater..." I whispered.

"What? Speak up," Marcus demanded. His tone reminded me of my high school principal. It wasn't exactly jolly.

"My um, my sweater. I used it to try and hide the camera from Edward. I guess the sleeve fell and..."

Marcus threw his head back laughing. Was he seeing the funny side to the situation? Or was he laughing in disbelief? Either way, it was creepy.

The sounds changed on the television. Gone were the sounds of Edward and I laughing together in our post coiltal biss, and replaced with it was music.

Fame! I'm gonna live, forever!

He didn't even give me a blank tape.

Professional indeed.

"You stupid, stupid bitch," Marcus chuckled darkly, "You're going to pay..."

He stepped closer to me. His frame towered over mine and I tried to step back. I wanted to shout at him, ask him if he was going to hit me and to just do it. Do anything to make us even.

Marcus' nose was twitching and his breaths were heavy. His arm raised in the air, his hand was still tightly fisted. I could see it flying towards me. I stepped backwards frantically and his fist went straight into a mirror displayed on the wall.

"Marcus!"

Marcus turned around, his face pale white with horror. I peered over his shoulders and looked surprised myself.

"Eric?" I asked, double checking that it was my best friend I was seeing.

"Bella Boo?"

Sure enough, there he was. Dressed in his leather look pants and no shirt. He looked between Marcus and I. I breathed a sigh of relief. Marcus wouldn't do anything with Eric around.

"Eric, go back upstairs," Marcus cooed at Eric sweetly. It made me want to hurl.

"Eric, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Ditto to you, girl,"

"Bella was just dropping off a little delivery," Marcus told him calmly, "However, it seems that the silly whore is too stupid to operate a camera,"

"Don't call her that," Eric defended and grabbed what I assumed to be his shirt from the couch.

"A whore, and the whore's puppy!" Marcus' laughed crazily.

Eric looked stung and I saw red. I drew my own hand back and struck Marcus straight on the cheek My palm hit his face with a loud smack. Marcus looked shocked and then horrified. My hand stung.

"I'm the star, not the camera man," I seethed at the asshole.

"Star?" Marcus scoffed, "That isn't the word I would use,"

"I might be a whore... but you're nothing but a dirty, old, pimp,"

My tone of voice didn't go unnoticed. Marcus grabbed my arm roughly, his fingernails dug in quite painfully. I squeaked in pain.

"You owe me, Swan!"

"I don't owe you a damn thing! Not anymore," I hissed and tried to yank my arm from it's restraint.

Eric and I both watched as Marcus looked down at the ground. Almost as if he was having an epihany or realisation of sorts. We looked at each other in confusion. Eric shrugged his shoulders and slowly stood closer to Marcus, placing his gentle hand on the monster's shoulder.

"It's over, let her go," Eric pleaded.

"My film..."

"She did what you wanted her to, didn't she? It's not our problem if it didn't work. Marcus, you're a has-been, you're nothing in this industry anymore. Deal with it and let Bella go. She's risked her career and life enough,"

Eric was so calm. His face remained expressionless.

Marcus eventually sighed and released his hold on my arm. He looked as if he was about to say something but Eric wasn't letting us stay around long enough to find out.

"Boo? Run. Now,"

It was seconds before my brain actually registered what Eric was screaming at me. He was already grabbing his shoes and running down the stairs of the townhouse.

Marcus and I stared at each other blankly and finally, I moved. I dropped to my knees and frantically yanked the tape out of the video camera and then I ran before Marcus could do anything, screaming out yet another apology as I did.

I crawled into the taxi after Eric. I landed in a heap on the floor, gasping for breath.

"Go!" Eric called out to the driver.

I sat up and fell back as the car moved.

I felt sick. I clambered up onto the seat and leant over putting my head between my knees. Eric rubbed my back affectionately.

"What were you doing there?" I groaned.

"You don't get to ask me that, babe... but as it happens, I was getting one last fuck, and not even a good one at that," He laughed.

"I thought everything was sorted, B. Hell, Marcus told me it was too so I figured one last night, like a goodbye," He said a little sadly, "It wasn't sorted, was it, Bella?"

"I had it under control," I whispered. Eric gently held my shoulders and pulled me back into a warm hug.

I fell apart and explained everything. I wanted to save Eric and leave Edward clueless to everything. The film collapse was my mistake and it was my job to fix it.

Yet I'd fucked it up. I couldn't have been more overjoyed!

Eric chuckled in both horror and disbelief while I pulled the film strip out of the cassette, destroying it.

"Now it's over,"

"You're lucky, Bella. So fucking lucky,"

I didn't care about my luck. I cared about Edward. There was no real proof on that tape and no-one would ever know it was me and him.

"Are you mad at me?" I whispered emotionally.

Eric chuckled and gave me a gentle squeeze.

"No, baby girl. I still love you, you meant well. Edward will know that too," Eric smiled warmly at me.

I blinked.

"I'm not telling Edward,"

"No?" Eric sounded surprised.

"It'll ruin everything. I can't do that to him," I defended my decision.

Eric nodded, respecting my choices and hugged me again.

I really was lucky.

Lucky that Eric had been at Marcus. I couldn't even think about what could have happened if Eric hadn't been there.

Lucky that I had a friend as loyal as him, the one friend everyone wants, the friend who doesn't judge them. I had that.

The cab pulled up at the hotel and Eric split the cost of the ride plus the wait with me. We handed over multiple notes to him and got out of the car.

We stayed quiet while it drove away. The sky was bright now and I glanced at my phone. It was now seven in the morning. More time had passed than I expected.

Edward would be waking soon.

"You should freshen up, Bella, we have to leave for the airport in an hour. Get your best shoes on babe, you know I will"

I didn't say anything.

"Bella?"

"I quit, Eric,"

"What did you say?" I looked at my most faithful friend and repeated myself.

"I quit..."

Until next time

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