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Perviously on 'You Found 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."

Chapter 24: I'm Scared

BrPOV

What happened?

I sit up, cracking my back and stretching my arms.

"Hey Jacob, are you ok-" I stop mid sentence as I see the blood on the basement floor.

"Jacob?" I call softly.

Nothing.

"Jacob?!" I yell louder, frantically running up the stairs into the house.

Over and over again, I call his name, each time disappointed by the silent answer.

I rip doors open, search under the bed and in the closet, and yet nothing.

"JACOB?!" I scream at the top of my lungs, holding back heavy tears.

Two minutes of silence pass by before I finally break down, crying on the kitchen floor.

"Jacob, where are you?" I whimper, reaching for the house phone. The cord has been cut. This only makes me want to cry harder.

I spot my iPhone thrown under the coffee table. Quickly I scramble to get it, as though the ground will swallow it up if I didn't get to it fast enough.

After a few rings, there's finally an answer.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"There's been... I... He's... I need help." I stutter, trying to form words that won't come out.

"Sir, I can't help you if you don't state your emergency."

I take a deep breath, feeling the tears well up again. "My fiancé, he's been taken."

"Ok... What happened?"

I sniff and clear my throat. "I can't remember much. We were going to the basement, I think it was at night. Maybe during the day... I don't know, all I remember next is waking up with a killer headache on the floor. He's not here!"

"Do you know for certain that he was abducted?"

Huh? Is this woman serious? "There's blood on the floor!" I scream at her.

"Sir, were you drinking last night?" She asks me calmly. In the background I can hear her typing away.

What?! "What? What are you implying?"

"Sir, it's just..."

"No!" I cut her off. "There's blood on the floor. You should be sending help! My fiancé is missing! Do something!"

"Ok, I apologize. But I can not send help unless the victim has been missing for more the 48 hours. I'm sorry."

"WHAT?!" Before I can rasp out anything else, the operator had already gone.

What just happened?

BPOV

Edward was starting to act weirder and weirder.

At first it started with slight changes to already planned events, like breakfast with Alice and Jasper. Next was little things like going to the grocery store suddenly being out of the question. He'd go while I was napping, claiming he didn't want to wake me. When I wanted to pick up my mail from the post office since I had my mail forwarded there for the time being, he stopped me. I had my coat on, keys in hand, and just as I was about to reach for the door knob, I hear a sick Edward calling me from the top of the stairs pleading with me to not leave. I told him it would only take a few minutes, but he just shook his head.

I tried talking to him about my trip. The moment I mentioned leaving, he ran to the bathroom and threw up. I wouldn't have thought anything of it if I hadn't noticed him shoving his fingers down his throat beforehand.

"Edward," I sigh, patting his back while he empties out his stomach. "Why are you doing this?"

Finishing up at the toilet, he moves to the sink to rinse out his mouth. "I must be getting worse," he says after spitting out the water.

I look away, hating to see him like this. "I saw you force yourself to vomit." I admit. After a few moments of silence on his end, I continue. "You've been acting strange. Freaking out at the sound of the phone ringing, avoiding any subject if it concerns me stepping out of the house. Hell, you're here forcing yourself to throw up!" I say, gesturing to the toilet.

"Bella-"

"No! No more excuses! I'm tired of hearing them." I blink my tears away. "I want you to be honest with me. I love you, but I hate seeing you act like this. Be honest with me, Edward, do you have insecurity issues ?"

He looks at me, his face shocked. "Insec- insecurity issues?! Are you freaking kidding me?! Of course not!"

I stare up at the ceiling, trying to keep from breaking down. "Please... Be honest, if not with me than with yourself. You need help, Edward. You can't keep doing this to yourself."

"You're right... I mean you're wrong... No I mean-" He cuts himself off. By the look in his eyes, I can tell he's fighting with himself. He sighs, only this time it's from exhaustion. "I do need help. And I can't keep doing this to myself. I'll go crazy if I do. You're right, I do need to be honest with you. If anything, you should be the last person I keep secrets from. I'm sorry I've been worrying you so much. It's just I've been trying to protect you."

I smile, thanking the universe or whatever else is out there that he figured that part out on his own. "You can tell me anything." I reassure him.

"Promise me you won't freak out... much."

"I promise."

That's when he starts explaining everything. I can't help but zone out as he begins to apologize for not telling me sooner.

Oh my gosh.

This is so much bigger than I was ready for.

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