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

Authors note: I am very happy to bring you the second and final outtake to Introducing Bella Swan: Porn Star. This chapter is in the point of view of our lovely camp friend Eric and takes place at the same time as chapter 18. Enjoy!

Eric's POV

I had no idea what was going on. I was fucking clueless.

My best friend Bella had just screamed the entire restaurant down. Emmett Cullen looked terrified and Marcus just looked confused.

I stood in the doorway, frowning and frozen to the spot.

I needed to be in there, comforting my best girl but people were surrounding her. I twisted a gold ring that I wore on my left hand, it was kind of my thing when I was nervous.

The burly and oh so sexy Emmett Cullen was trying to soothe Bella, encouraging her to take deep breaths. Soon he barked in my lover's face, demanding that he fetch Bella some water.

Bella's tiny body was curling, almost into a foetal position. My heart was thumping.

Why couldn't my fucking feet move?

"Bella Boo?" I stammered.

Her scared eyes looked up at me instantly. She clumsily pushed Emmett away and scrambled to her feet, stumbling over to me and collapsing in a teary mess in my arms.

She repeated her emotional apology over and over again. Chanting it as if it were mantra.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She cried.

I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her hair. I closed my eyes in pain for her and squeezed her gently.

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

I had to make a joke. I was Eric, Bella's smiley best friend. It was my job to try and make something funny of every situation. No matter how shit it might be.

Bella made a sound that seemed to be a combination of a snorting laugh and sniffing back her emotion.

"Get me out of here?" She begged.

I nodded and without hesitation, I guided her back to her make-shift dressing room. It wasn't too hard to put her on the leather couch, though her body was feeling tired and heavy she seemed to practically collapse onto it with exhaustion.

I watched my friend pant for breath in her emotional, panicked state. I was fighting back tears of my own. It broke my heart to see her like this.

I knew what I had to do though.

I knew what Bella needed.

I fetched her some icy cold water and knelt by her side while she drank.

"Rest. And then we'll talk," I whispered.

Bella threw the plastic cup to the floor and asked for her 'lazy clothes'. I handed them to her and left her alone.

I stared at the floor as I closed the door behind me. I was startled when I looked up and found the worried eyes of Marcus staring at me. He was looking for answers.

"Well? Where is she?" He asked, folding his arms... Ooh his biceps nearly bulged out of his shirt.

"She's resting," I told him and walked down the hall in the direction of the film set.

"She's resting?" Marcus repeated.

"That's right,"

"She has a job to do!" Marcus whined.

I stopped at the refreshments table and poured myself a generous glass of wine. It was no martini but it was alcoholic and that was good enough for me.

"She's done,"

"Done? What do you mean she's done? She's not done," Marcus scoffed.

I gulped back the dry white wine and looked into the eyes of an impatient Marcus. The heel of his shoe was tapping on the floor tiles and his eyes were growing dark with anger.

It scared me a little.

"It means what I say it means. She's never been like this before, Marcus but Bella is done with this. Do you think I'm letting her back out here after that?" I spoke quietly.

"She has a contract to adhere to!" Marcus started to shriek in my face.

"I don't care! Something fucking scared her out here and I'm not putting her through it again!" I hissed in response.

Marcus let out a huge sigh and stormed away. He reached the door to the hallway before he marched right back

"That whore will fucking regret this, Yorkie,"

Marcus pulled a face. One that did not flatter his features. He screwed up his face, sucking in his lips so much that they barely existed.

This man was as gay as I was, but his anger told me he wasn't one to be messed with. I had to remain calm and reason with him. I managed to shrug away my momentary disgust at the way he spoke about Bella. I had to, to save her.

"Don't make threats, Marcus. It's not attractive and it doesn't need to come to that. We can sort something out,"

Marcus' eyes closed and he took deep breaths. His nostrils flared like a bull and I cringed.

I tilted my head and stared, I was starting to wonder what I saw in this douche.

Marcus opened his eyes looking seemingly calmer and pulled me into an embrace.

I pulled a face of my own, one that was beweildered. Luckily for me, our moment was broken by a loud banging on the door.

I stayed where I was stood, as did Marcus. He pointed at a random member of staff and demanded that he opened the door. So with a petrified look on his face, a little Chinese man scuttled over to the door, unlocked it and went flying backwards as the door opened.

"Where is she?" Edward Cullen demanded.

His messy bronze locks were everywhere, a little bead of sweat trickling down his cheek in his obvious hurry to be here.

"Where is she?" Edward asked again and glared in the direction of Marcus and myself.

"The office," I blurted and hurried over to Edward, "I'll take you," I quickly offered.

I escorted Edward towards the hallway when his bulky big brother blocked the doorway. He was shirtless with water dripping down him.

God I could have licked it up.

But I wouldn't.

"Glad you're here, bro. She was a mess, man," Emmett shook his head, dapping a cotton towel to his neck.

"Thanks for calling me. I have to see her," Edward spoke worriedly.

"Ahh, so that's how he knew," I thought.

"No-one is speaking to her before me," Marcus interjected.

Edward's head shot around to look at Marcus quickly.

"Like hell you're talking to her first," Edward glared and walked down the hall. He almost missed her door.

"It's that one!" I squeaked.

Edward stopped in his tracks and went back to the door that concealed Isabella the other side of it. He smiled at me greatfully and tapped lightly on the door before going in.

I smiled a little pleased with myself, and with Emmett Cullen.

I'd seen the way my girl had looked at Edward. He was what she wanted and needed right now.

Myself however, I was met once again with the dark, evil eyes of Marcus. His stare switched between the now empty hallway and me.

He almost spat with his words.

"I'm getting in there,"

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