A short chapter, but I will post up another one shortly to make up for it!

It was the next day and Bella was finishing making the final touches to her lunch; she'd also done a load of washing and had hung it out to dry on the balcony. But her mind was trapped in another world and she had been staring at the can of tuna she'd just mixed into her salad for what must have been five minutes. Her mind was occupied with the events of the night before.

Rosalie and Alice were out, it was Saturday afternoon and Bella still had a couple of hours to herself before she would have to get ready for that night. She placed the empty can of tuna in the trashcan and straightened up when she heard something.

A faint whining sound was coming from her balcony. Frowning, Bella went to investigate and saw, to her horror that she'd left the balcony door open a fraction. George, her feline friend, was an indoor cat. It was far too dangerous for the pet to live both indoors and outdoors, especially in the area that they lived in. There were too many cars, and Bella would fear that he'd get run over. She was, of course, very attached to George. But sometimes, her adventurous cat would get too curious and whenever someone left a door open accidentally, George would most likely investigate it.

Bella had roused on Alice more often than not for leaving the doors open, she felt sorry for her friend, and it wasn't Alice's fault. The girl wasn't used to having to be so diligent.

And now, Bella was cursing herself. How could she have been so distracted as to not close the door completely? Her mouth dropped in horror as she spotted George; he'd jumped to an air conditioning unit and was now whining pitifully, he couldn't get back!

"Oh George, how did you get there?" She moaned. Bella judged the distance. She could probably maneuver herself against the wall of the building if she was careful. George wasn't too far away… If she could just reach up, he could jump into her arms and she could carry him back to safety.

She looked down. They were on the second storey, if she fell…

No, she wouldn't fall. Besides, George needed her help.

Bella climbed over the railing of her balcony and clung to it as she tried to work out what her next move would be. George continued to whine.

"Stupid cat," she cooed at him. "Look what you're making me do." She kept her voice soft and soothing, not wanting to startle her cat away.

Bella had rescued George as a kitten, she herself had just finished her horrible and short career as a stripper and she'd found George half drowned and had immediately taken him to the vet. From there, she'd been given instructions on how to nurse him back to better health and George had stayed with her ever since. They'd rescued each other. George was her closest friend.

"I'm coming, I'm coming…" George continued to whine pitifully. She edged herself slowly over the narrow ledge, she had no idea why George couldn't just jump to it, he was nimble. Surely… Bella gasped as she lost her footing, her body weight shifted so that she was leaning too far backward, her arms flailed for something, anything to grab onto. She screamed as she began to fall but her hand managed to grab on to the unit that George had gotten stuck on.

Her body swung below her, the ground seemed so far away from here. She screamed again as she tried to find her grip on the unit… If she could just hoist herself up, or if she could swing her body to the ledge… She looked back down again, her face had gone pale. She didn't have the upper body strength to lift herself up from here. George was sniffing at her fingertips, as though oblivious to his owner's trouble.

"Help!" She yelled out… But she doubted anyone could hear her. The roar of the traffic could very well be drowning out any noise she made and a main street was on the opposite side of the apartment block.

Bella looked down, beginning to accept her fate. At least she wouldn't ever have to strip again. She wondered if she would feel much pain in death. A sense of satisfaction overcame her that Riley would not be the one to bring her this. At least this could be something she could keep for herself.

Bad Bella! Don't think like that!