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Song for this chapter – Don't Fear the Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult

Warning: This chapter we are dealing with a girl who is not yet an adult technically. We sometimes make stupid assumptions and sometimes do things that we shouldn't, so be advised. There will be stupid thoughts and mistakes made. I didn't want anyone to complain. Suicide is also addressed in this chapter … if this is something hard for you to read please stop now, and know that things got really tough for her and she struggled, she will live through another chapter. –Thanks!

Jake is a lifesaver in this outtake. He truly loves Bella and can't help it.

Thanks for dannibags for suggesting this story for correcting my errors, and for being awesome. Piesmom for making sure that everything is good before its début.

Outtake #2

This outtake takes placed right after chapter 10

Don't Fear the Reaper

Jake's POV

I followed Izzy out of the restaurant and into the lobby. I didn't make it on the elevator in time because someone tripped me and I fell on my ass. Picking myself up from the floor, I climbed aboard the next elevator and headed toward her room. I knew Izzy was hurting. She was just too stubborn to really say how much, and I knew it had to be bad.

When I reached her door, I knocked and waited until she came to open it. She opened the door looking like a wreck. Izzy had never looked this bad during the tour, and I could see the stress of the situation weighing on her shoulders. If only she would allow me to help her, things would be better.

"Izzy," I said, entering the room as she held the door open for me.

"Have a drink with me," she said, walking toward the mini bar in the room. I didn't want anything to drink, but I watched Izzy down about five bottles of liquor in a second. When she started coughing, I hurried to her side and patted her back, hoping she wasn't choking or something. As she turned around, she stumbled and fell into my arms. She giggled.

"Izzy, what is wrong with you?"

"Dance with me," she said.

"There's no music on," I retorted.

"Just dance with me. We don't have to have music," she said, swaying her hips to a beat that must have been playing in her head. She clung to my arms and when she couldn't stand, I held on to her to keep her from falling to the floor.

"I have loved you from the moment I saw you," I said. A part of me hated saying those things to her now. I knew she was hurting. I could see the look on her face, but I wanted her to know she had me. If she ever wanted me, I would be hers.

"You don't know how many times I wished you wanted me," I said to her, lightly kissing her hair. I stood still when I noticed that Izzy wasn't moving anymore to the beat she had set a few minutes ago.

"Izzy," I said, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked to be asleep. I wondered, if she had passed out from the alcohol she had consumed in front of me, but that seemed a little wrong to me. I had seen Izzy drink more than those couple of bottles in the mini fridge.

"Izzy," I said, shaking her body. Walking her over to the couch I laid her down and that was when I noticed she was barely fucking breathing.

"Izzy, wake the fuck up," I shouted and moved her every way possible trying to get her to come to. When she didn't, I panicked and ran to the door of the room opening the door and screamed down the hall.

"Help me, please … she's not breathing. God, help me," I screamed and banged on every door around her room until a man emerged from one of the room.

"I'm a doctor. Which room?" he asked, rushing out. I lead him to Izzy's room and watched as he quickly looked over her. I had left the door standing open and a woman leaned in the room.

"What has she taken?" the doctor asked, while he started picking Izzy up into his arms.

"I don't know … she drank a couple of the vodkas from the mini bar, but that's all I know," I said, standing back and watching the scene unfold in front of me. The woman had now full entered the room and was talking to the doctor. Apparently, she was a nurse and was staying a couple of rooms down when she heard the commotion and came to investigate. The rest of the things they were saying were totally over my head and made no fucking sense.

Once the doctor had scooped up Izzy and carried her to the bathroom, the woman left. I followed both of them into the restroom and watched as the doctor sat Izzy on the side of the bath tub. Just then the woman returned with the doctor's bag, or what I assumed was his bag.

He reached in pulling out some kind of mask like looking thing, a tube, and a big syringe looking thing. The woman shoved part of the contraption over her mouth as the doctor hooked the tube to it and in a matter of minutes they had Izzy throwing up through the tube from her mouth. The doctor stood up, coming over to me as the woman assisted her.

"It looks like your friend might have digested some kind of pills. She's going to need to rest and be watched."

My mind spiraled out of fucking control. Had Izzy tried to kill herself because of what was going on with Edward? If she did, that shit pissed me off. He wasn't worth her life.

"I will be coming to check on her, but I would assume the worst is over," the doctor said as the woman pulled the mask and tube from Izzy's mouth. I looked over at the scene; Izzy was still leaning over the tub coughing and throwing up as the woman massaged her back, talking to her.

"Come on son, she's going to be okay. Let's give them a few moments to clean up," the doctor said, leading me out of the room. I walked over to the couch and sat down, placing my head in my hands. I was scared to death and never wanted to see something like that ever again in my life.

~DFTR~

It took Izzy a while to come out of the bathroom; she was heavily assisted by the woman who had helped her. The woman led her to the bed and helped her to get in. I didn't move, still stuck in the moments before, when things were really bad.

"She will be fine, let her rest … no questions tonight. Allow her to rest; she will be having a hard time talking tonight." The woman patted my back; she and the doctor gathered their things and left the room. I wanted to ask Izzy if she had tried to kill herself, but I didn't want to harm her.

"Jake," Izzy whispered.

"Yeah," I whispered, getting closer to her.

"Thanks," she mumbled, rolling over into the covers. I sat beside the bed and listened to her cry herself to sleep.

Hours passed before Jasper and Tink returned to the room. I pulled them to the side and told them about the past couple of hours and the scare of what may have been. Both were shocked and completely speechless. Tink promised to watch over her during the night and I left the room, completely numb.

A/N: So, now we know what really happened in that hotel room with Jake. I bet Jake was scared out of his skin. Things will get better for Izzy. She just has to find her way there, which we will see in a couple of more chapters. We will be hearing from Jake again much later in the story.