A/N: I'm back! To those of you who PMed me, you already know that I've had some technical difficulties. Right after I posted BOE the charger to my laptop broke and I didn't have enough money to buy a new one. Fast forward months later, my mom surprised me with a new charger but it didn't quite fit my laptop so it kept cutting off. Fast forward to today and my mom got me another charger and this one actually fits! So now I'm posting. It only took me a few hours to finish the chapter, send it to the beta, her to send it back, me to fix it, reply to all my reviews, and to post it!

Phew!

So anyway, I have to thank my beta beast morecks87 for betaing this chapter in 36 minutes!

CH owns everything, I own nothing.

All remaining mistakes are my own.

And I also want to thank all of my readers who have stuck with me through all of my posting difficulties. You guys are the best!

I told Eric I got up early to make breakfast but I actually got up so early it was like I never even went to sleep. I tiptoed down the stairs so I wouldn't wake Eric up. I either cook or clean whenever I don't know what to do with myself so when I couldn't sleep, I went and cooked.

When Eric was leaving, I went into the kitchen to clean up from breakfast. For some reason, watching him leave was hard.

As soon as I heard the car pull away, I went back out into the living room to watch him drive off. He was a cop, he was gorgeous, and the sex was great, and I let him go… Real smart Sook! Just wait until Amelia hears! AMELIA! I was NOT telling Amelia about this. But what if she already knew?! What if Alcide told her? Did Eric tell Alcide?

The knock on the door made me jump. It was too early for Jason and Amelia never got out of bed before noon, if she could help it.

I went to the door and opened it. I could have kicked myself in the ass for not seeing whom it was before I opened the door.

"Who was that, Sookie!?"

"Bill," I said in a bored tone. I was really getting tired of him stopping by.

"Who was that man leaving your house? How long has he been here? I didn't see anyone come by this morning!"

"Bill Compton, that is none of your damn business. Don't you ever come to my house questioning me again!"

I slammed the door in his face and locked it so he couldn't come in. Whenever we used to fight and I shut the door in his face, he was dumb enough to open it right back up. I learned to lock the doors when I fight with Bill. I turned to go back up to my room to shower. A shower always makes me feel better.

I was climbing the first step when I heard Bill punch the door and say, "I will never leave you alone! You are mine! You will not have other men at your house! Do you hear me!?"

I was so stunned I just stood at the bottom step while he screamed at me through the door. After he was done he stomped off my porch, mumbling.

I never felt this way with Bill before, but I was actually scared. He was never violent and he never talked to me that way. Not even when we were together. I didn't want to overact and call the police so I called Amelia instead.

"This better be an emergency. You know I don't get up this early Sook."

"Amelia," I whispered. I didn't know if Bill was still outside or not. "Bill just came to my house. He's been watching me again. He saw Eric leave."

"First of all, why are you whispering? Secondly, that's good. Maybe if he sees another man around he'll finally leave you alone and realize you're not getting back together with him."

"He didn't sound like he was going to leave me alone!" I yelled, annoyed. "In fact, he said he would never leave me alone."

"I wouldn't get too worked up over it, Sook. Bill was always a bit of a nut case."

"That's news to me!"

"I tried to tell you, Sook. We all did. You were too in love to see his flaws. Remember last year when Sam said someone tried to attack him when he was going to his trailer after he closed? We all thought it was Bill. You should have seen the look on Bill's face when Sam hugged you that night when you found out Gran was in the hospital. And where did Bill go after he dropped you off at the hospital?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly!"

"But we don't know Bill attacked Sam for sure."

"Stop making excuses for him! Even if it was dark Sam described his attacker and it fit Bill's description. And Bill had a reason to do it. He was jealous. He's always been jealous."

"He wasn't that bad, Ames."

"He never let you leave the house without him! You had a fucking curfew Sookie! Why can't you see this? You were miserable with him. If it was so great, why did you break up with him?"

I knew Amelia was right but it was hard to admit that I had spent four years of my life with someone that turned out to be so wrong for me. "Bill was getting too clingy. I needed some time to myself after Gran died," I said, trying to make excuses for myself. "But now that we've been apart, I know he wasn't perfect. And the way he's been acting since I left him, there's no way in hell I'd ever take him back. I might have been dumb while I was with him but looking back on it, I know that there was something wrong with our relationship."

"He's always been unstable, Sookie. And now that you've broken up with him and he sees a new man around…"

"What do you think he'll do to me since he's acting like this?"

"He's never physically done anything to you before, has he?"

"He's never seen me with another man before."

"That's true." She paused, "When is Eric coming back?"

"He's not."

"Well, why not? I saw how hot he was last night. Thank God the cops showed up when they did. If we had to watch the strippers I hired, I would have gagged! But maybe someone would have liked it? At least it might have been funny. But what can you do? You live in a backwater town like Bon Temps, you take what you can get!"

It took me about five seconds to process what Amelia just said.

"You knew Eric and Alcide weren't the strippers!?"

"Duh! Have you ever seen strippers that hot anywhere near Bon Temps? I hired them, of course I knew what they looked like. You're just lucky I get what I want. Who thought I could get actual cops to strip for us? And it wasn't even that hard!" She laughed into the phone.

"Amelia Broadway!"

"Oh, don't sound so high and mighty Sookie Stackhouse. You had sex with him! Just think, if I hadn't gotten those hot cops to play the part of strippers, you wouldn't have been boned last night."

"Oh my Gosh! How could you?"

"You had hot sex didn't you? Or was it sex? It's too soon in your relationship to make love… Did you fuck? Was he aggressive?"

"I'm not talking with you about this! Besides, sex, making love, and fucking all mean the same thing."

"You are so naïve, Sook. Making love is like slow, looking into each other's eyes, meaningful, caring more about your partner getting off than yourself, sex. Sex is basic humping, a moan here or there, some basic touching and rubbing, nothing fancy. Fucking, which is what me and Alcide did last night and all morning by the way, is sweaty, on the floor, throwing you up against the wall, hair pulling, bent over the couch, fucking. And it's the best of the three for sure."

"Well, when you put it that way… I wasn't on the floor, up against the wall or thrown over the couch so we didn't fuck. And we definitely didn't make love, what we had was a one-night stand, not a relationship. I guess we just had basic sex."

"You are totally missing out Sookie. And what do you mean, 'what we had was a one night stand, not a relationship.' Alcide and I exchanged phone numbers and after last night, he's an official fuck buddy."

"Well, before they left I heard Alcide tell Eric that his crazy girlfriend Debbie was probably at his house again. How do you feel about that?"

"Being the other woman is hot, Sook. You have to sneak around so the girlfriend or wife won't find out. You can have dirty sex because he's not coming to you to be the mother of his children, he's coming to you to get off."

"Oh, you are disgusting, Amelia."

"Only when they ask me to be," she retorted with a smile in her voice.

Even though I was bantering with Amelia, I couldn't get Eric off my mind. "What do you think Eric is doing right now?"

"Masturbating? I don't know what boys do."

"Ugh, does it always have to be about sex with you?"

"I know. You'd think after the night I had I'd be all fucked out but apparently not… I wonder if Alcide dealt with that girl problem yet, I'm feeling frisky."

"OK, well, while you contemplate that, I'm going to figure out what to do about Bill on my own. Talk to you later, Ames!" I said and hung up before she could reply.

I could always call Jason and tell him what was going on. He would confront Bill, no doubt about it, but was that really for the best? I didn't want my brother in jail. He would probably offer to stay with me until Bill gave up, but did I really want my dirty, free loading brother staying with me? Not to mention the fact that he can't stay away from women and I didn't want him bringing any of those women here. I could call Sam but he always hated Bill and would completely blow things out of proportion. Considering how much Bill hated Sam, that might just make it worse. Amelia was right. Bill was always jealous, especially of Sam. Besides, if Bill really was crazy and Sam got hurt, I would feel guilty.

I went upstairs to shower to clear my head before I decided what I was going to do. I walked past my bed and remembered Eric and me in it the night before.

I hurried to the shower before I started to mope and took my time. It felt like I was washing Eric from my body and I hated it, but what was I suppose to do, not shower?

By the time I made it out I found that I had been in there for an hour. But at least I had decided what I was going to do. I was going to call the police and ask them what I should do. They should know more about this stuff than me and besides, it didn't matter if I knew Bill or not. He wasn't acting like himself and I wasn't going to take any chances. If he was the one that attacked Sam, he could be dangerous. Sam had been beaten up pretty bad.

I dressed in my Cookie-Monster bed shirt, even though it was still early, and sat on my bed to call the police.

"Shreveport Police Station. How may we help you?"

"Oh. I'm sorry, I meant to call the Bon Temps Police Station." How could I have called Shreveport instead?

"Some of Bon Temps' calls are being forwarded here to help with the decrease in man power. What can I do for you?"

"I just have a question." This was even better because this woman doesn't know who I was. If I had called Bon Temps Kevin and Kenya would have been able to recognize me by my voice. "Someone has been creeping around my house and has threatened me. What can I do about that?"

"You can file a restraining order but unless he physically does anything to you we technically can't do anything about it."

"How is a piece of paper going to help me? What am I going to do, throw it at him? Give him a paper cut?"

"I know it's not much but our hands are tied. Having the restraining order will allow him to be arrested if he doesn't follow the requirements and it'll be on file so if anything ever happens, it'll help you press charges."

"OK, if that's the best I can do then I'd like to do that."

"What is your name?"

"Sookie Stackhouse."

"I'll alert the closest officer in your area and they'll be over to make the report."

"Don't I usually go to the police station to file something like that?"

"Normally but we can make an exception in this case since we already have an officer in the area."

"Thank you." I hung up the phone and realized I had forgotten to give the dispatcher my address but then I figured they might have been able to trace my call through my phone number. I ran downstairs to make sure it was clean before the officer came. There wasn't much to be done so it only took me about 15 minutes to vacuum and straighten up the couch from where Eric had slept.

No sooner had I put the vacuum away did I hear a knock on the door. I went to peek to see whom it was before I ran upstairs to dress. I was so shocked at who I saw that I didn't even think. I just opened the door in nothing but my Cookie-Monster sleep shirt.

"So, your last name is Stackhouse. Why do you need a restraining order?"

Eric.

A/N: I really hope you guys like it!

I didn't send a teaser this time because I figured by the time most of you got the teaser I would have already have posted the chapter.

And even though it may take me, sometimes months to post, I won't stop writing my stories until they are finished so you guys don't have to worry about that.