Chapter 16, here it is

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Previously on 'You Found Me'

"Riley speaking." I answer.

"Go to the house, grab something. Anything. We need to step up our game with this one."

"Where do I drop it off?"

"Do you remember where Jacob Black lives?"

Chapter 16: Up and coming events

RPOV

I waited until the neighbor's car left before I entered the house. Thankfully I didn't have to wait too long.

I leant towards the flower pot to grab the spare key - you'd think people would be smarter than to leave them there, not that I'm complaining.

Looking right and left, I made sure no-one noticed my presence, especially looking out for the Mercedes.

Once in, I head straight to the bedroom. I need to get something good. From the corner of my eye, I saw the jewellery box but I shake my head knowing I need something more.

I look at the pictures hanging from the walls which could be good, except none are of her.

Finally I laid eyes on the sofa. A woman's red sweater lay sprawled across it. Perfect.

Hearing the front door creak, I jumped for the sweater and grip it in my hands. I crouched underneath the bed and stilled, waiting to be sure it was safe to leave.

BPOV

"Edward!" I warn, following him towards the door.

"Bella, you have to admit it was cute." He says, trying to contain his laughter.

"You promised."

"No, I promised I wouldn't let a monkey spit on you. That had nothing to do with a llama."

"Any animal would have counted." I tell him, standing my ground. Without meaning to I wipe at where the spit landed on my cheek. This of course only makes him laugh harder.

"You can't possibly be mad at the poor llama, it wasn't his fault. You were trying to mess with him." He says while still laughing, reaching towards his pockets and then leaning towards the plant. He digs his hand by the pot for a little longer before standing back up, looking confused. "That's weird," he mutters.

"What?"

"It's just... The spare key is supposed to be there." He says, still looking at the plant.

"Maybe you left it inside. Let's just go through the garage," I reason, pulling him up and punching in the garage code.

"You don't think someone took it, do you?" He asks, still looking confused.

"Edward, what reason would they have?" Gripping his hand tighter, we enter the kitchen to find everything's the same. "See? Nothing different." I announce, heading towards the counter to get the keys he left. "And here are the keys."

"But what about the spare one?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure it'll turn up."

RPOV

I wait a few more minutes before I let myself believe it was safe and that no-one was coming up stairs.

I could hear the two from downstairs - the chick is clueless but the guy should always trust his instincts.

Fortunately for me, he didn't this time.

Stuffing the sweater into the inside of my jacket, I open the window and step out onto the edge.

The tree looks strong enough.

JPOV

To say I was shaken up would be an understatement. Everywhere I went, I looked twice at the people I passed. No one seemed right to me, everything felt off.

I keep telling myself this will all blow over soon, just like last time, but I'm starting to wonder if it ever really DID blow over. They were just waiting for the perfect time and I was joking myself by believing they weren't.

I close my eyes as the thoughts of being followed invade my head, knowing I need to calm down. I need to get out of here.

Brad's already left for work, leaving me with the van.

I grab the keys and start the engine. I'm not an alcoholic, I keep telling myself. I just need a drink.

EPOV

I'm so sick of that damn couch. Don't get me wrong, I love sleeping with Bella next to me on it, but it's not easy on my back.

So as soon as Bella steps into the living room with her pajamas later that night, I grab her hand and gently pull her toward the bedroom.

"Woah! Um... Edward maybe we should wait on that," she says, trying to pull our hands back but I refuse to let go.

"What are you-... I just thought that... Wait did you... oh... Oh... OH NO! Not that! Not that I don't want that. I do really. It's just... Not as in- I wasn't talking about that." I finally stop rambling, barely stopping the urge to smack myself. I really needed to think this through. "What I meant was, maybe we could start sharing the bedroom?" I ask, scratching the back of my head nervously.

"What?"

"I mean, I know that the couch isn't the best fit so I just figured we would be more comfortable on the bed. But if you're not up to that, you can take the bed and I'll sleep-" I say, until I'm cut off by Bella pulling me in for a kiss.

"Thank you," she whispers before pulling away and heading towards the bedroom.

I'm about to head back to the living room when I hear her shouting out.

"Edward!" She calls, grabbing my attention. She waves her hand and signals me to follow her. "Aren't you coming?"

God, I love this woman.

Wait... what?!

JPOV

I couldn't tell what time it was even if I wanted to. Once I left the liquor store, I sped home and opened the first bottle right there on the porch. Who needed cups anyway?

All I remember after that was trying to watch Sports Center. I didn't leave the house the whole day, my blinds were shut and the doors were locked - that's something I made sure to double check.

I grimace as I realize how I'm acting. Have I really gotten that paranoid?

I forget which bottle it was when I finally stop drinking. Maybe the second, but it could have been the third.. This one-time escape to peace now felt like a sting in my throat. The buzz wasn't there and that ** me off.

This is just great.

I looked at the cable box so I could see the time. I briefly see the red numbers flashing 5:45 before I look away and sink into the chair, only to pop back up a few seconds later.

Crap, it's 5:45!

Quickly, I sprint up the stairs to find some Listerine to swirl around my mouth, tearing up the bathroom and using anything that might help. Brad would kill me if he found out I was drinking.

Hearing the garage door open, I throw everything under the sink without caring if it was neat, instead promising to take care of it later. I hop on the couch and put my feet up, trying to act normal.

It's not until I hear the door open that I realize the bottles are still there.

Great.

Sighing, I turn towards him. "Brad, I can explai- are you okay?" I ask, rushing to his side. Brad just stands before me, clenching an old red sweater in his hands.

"Baby, what is that?" I ask, trying to be patient.

He smashes the sweater into a ball before stuffing it into his bag. "It's nothing," he says lowering his voice and avoiding eye contact.

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- B