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Previously on 'You Found Me'

I gulp down the fear I feel rising up. "What... What do you mean?" I stutter.

"Run along now, boy." He says, shoving a loaded gun into my hands. "Get the job done. I will have my money by the tenth, one way or another. Make sure you tell our boy that."

I've been trained to bring threats, but never have I actually had to carry one out.

Entering my office, I pull out my phone and dial the number on the paper.

"Hello, this is All-County insurance. How can I help you?"

I cough, adjusting my voice. "Yes, I would like to take out life insurance on my daughter. Her name? Isabella Swan."

Chapter 23: What's going on?

EPOV (Jan. 2 - at night)

I knew the second I got that text from Jake what I had to do, even before I received the second text. Thankfully, Alice didn't throw much of a fit about rescheduling, probably because of how early her flight arrived.

I was able to keep Bella inside the house all of today, but what about tomorrow? What excuse can I think of then? And her trip! I almost forgot about that. What's going to happen then?!

My head starts pounding as I move to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Edward, are you okay?" Bella asks as she comes out of the bathroom, her hair slightly damp.

I shake my head, "I just have a headache. It's probably nothing." I go to lay my head on the pillow, whimpering at the pressure it puts on my pounding head.

"Edward," she says, running to my side. "Are you sure it's nothing? Maybe I should go to the market really quick to get you some Tylenol."

"NO!" I practically yell. "Urgh!" I grunt, gripping my head in attempt to stop the ache.

"Shh... Okay, I won't go. How about I just get you some Advil from the bathroom? It'll help with the ache." She pleads with me, smoothing my hair back.

I nod, squeezing my eyes shut. It feels like my head is Mayweather's punching bag.

xXXx

I must have fallen asleep sometime when Bella went to get the Advil because the next thing I know, I hear the front door slam shut.

Not acknowledging the continuous ache in my head, I sprint down the stairs in a hurry to see who it is.

Letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding, I pull Bella tightly into my arms, causing her to drop the bags.

"Wow, if this is the reaction I get every time I go to get groceries, I think I should go out more often." She laughs, hugging me back. I fight the urge to shake my head at her statement.

"Why did you go out?" I ask pathetically after a few moments.

She lifts up a grocery bag. "We ran out of eggs and I also needed to get a few things for dinner. I figured this way you didn't have to go out while you were sick." She smiles. "That reminds me, how are you feeling?" She asks, feeling my forehead.

I cough, holding back a sneeze. "My headache is sort of gone," I say, trying to sound happy. I never was a good actor.

"Mmhmm... You have a fever," she says as she looks at me sternly, crossing her arms. I gulp.

"Okay, so it's gotten worse. It's fine though Bella, really," I try reasoning with her. I must be an idiot to think I'll get past her stubbornness.

"The only way it's going to get better is if you stay in bed," she says as she pushes me towards the bedroom. "Now shoo! I'll bring up breakfast."

"Alright, Mom," I tease, turning towards the stairs. Remembering my internal conflict from earlier, I stop and turn back to her. "Just, stay with me today? Please?" I ask.

"Of course. I wouldn't leave you when you're like this," she replies.

Well, at least now I can rest peacefully.

xXXx

Not even three o'clock yet, and already I have five missed calls from Charlie. I have to admit, I'm shocked he was able to wait a whole three days before bugging me about this. That's quite an accomplishment. I felt guilty about pressing decline to each call - I want to explain everything to Charlie, because I know he can help but with Bella always around, I haven't had the right moment to call him back.

But I'm not complaining. Believe me.

No word from Jacob or Brad either. I don't know whether to be relieved or nervous about that.

JPOV

I've been fighting for who knows how long to open my eyes. It's like they're glued shut. My throat feels raspy, but whenever I try to cough my mouth is unwilling to open.

Am I dead?

If I am, then why can I feel everything but do nothing?

I feel like a vegetable.

What makes it worse, is that I have no clue as to what's happened, none whatsoever.

I try recalling the last thing I remember, but everything is so mixed up in my head.

How old am I?

Oh God, I don't even know!

My name...

My name...

Jason? Jack?

Jacob!

Jacob Black.

At least I remember that.

But where am I?

RPOV

Parking the truck, I lean my head against the steering wheel and sigh.

'What are you doing?' I ask myself. 'This isn't you.'

Looking up, I feel my eyes well up at the photo of my Victoria.

I have to do this - for us. I promised her that this will be the last one, but I'm a liar. I promise her that time and time again. It's a wonder why she still stays with me. Until now I've never truly understood her wanting me to end this job. It brings us money, so why wouldn't she like it? That's what I used to tell myself while tuning her out.

I know better now.

But I need to finish what I started.

Slamming the door shut, I head inside.

"Riley, my boy!" I hear him call from down the hall. Entering the room, I can tell he was ready and waiting for me. He sits at the head of a long table, twirling a gun between his fingers. "Is all done as I asked?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I nod, forcing myself to look at him.

He smiles devilishly. "Splendid," he says as he leans over to pick of a black duffle bag. "I believe this now belongs to you," he tells me, throwing over the bag with money. I catch it, averting my eyes away from him. "Are you feeling guilty already?" He asks, faking concern. "You need to toughen up soon boy, if you're going to keep working for me."

"I can't work for you anymore," I blurt. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them.

"Oh?" He says as though his interest is peaked. "And why is that?"

"I can't get in trouble with the cops again. I need to be there for my family, and I can't do that behind bars." I admit.

"Ah, I see." He sighs, standing up. "I must admit I had some high expectations for you. It'll a shame to see them go to waste." I nod, trying to look disappointed.

Just a I reach for the doorknob, I hear my name being called again. "Oh! And Riley? Do me a favor and move the body into the garage for me before you head out."

- B