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Chapter 6

I walk back to Sam's home and into the kitchen. Suddenly, I remember that I'd gone to the store for food. I sigh, walking back out, heading back down the block to the store.

After shopping and just picking up a few simple sandwich things, I walk back to Sam's. As I enter the house my cell rings and I answer it without checking to see who it is.

"You have been a bad slut," the voice says and I can feel my heart starting to beat harder.

"Baby," Sam says as he walks over to me.

"I wonder what he will say about you kissing other guys," the voice taunts.

"Baby, who is that on the phone?"

I'm unable to say anything to Sam.

"I am going to hurt you because of your bad slut behavior!"

Sam moves over to me and pulls the cell from my hands.

"Who the hell are you and why are you calling MY girl."

I watch as Sam gets paler as he listens to the person talk.

"I'm going to kill you for just having those thoughts, do you get me?" Sam yells before throwing my cell across the room. I watch as it hits the wall and smashes into many pieces.

"I swear when I find out who the fuck that is, I will kill the motherfucker," Sam screams loud enough to make me cover my ears.

I watch as Sam paces around a bit, and I can tell he is very agitated. "I should call Jasper and Emmett and let them know about that call," I say looking at my cell knowing that they are not going to get much from it now.

"Just leave it, Bella," Sam says when I start to pick up the pieces of the broken cell phone.

"Sam, they need to be told, they're working on finding out who it is."

"Bella, baby, they're all busy working on these killings, and I doubt that puts much – if any – time for them to find this guy. Let me take care of you, I'll find the fucker myself."

"How?" I ask, knowing I need to report this stuff.

"Bella, I work with computers and cell phones all day. I can get you a new phone that has a GPS tracer in it."

I tilt my head not sure what a GPS tracer will do. "What will that do?"

"I will be able to beam the signal back and locate him," Sam sighs like explaining it to me is beneath me. He goes on over the next ten minutes explaining what it is he wants to do. In the end I agree with Sam and tell him to do it.

Sam and I spend the afternoon and early evening together. It's a little after eight when there's another knock on the door. It again is Jasper and Emmett.

"I can't remember the last time I opened the door and it wasn't you two standing here on the other side." I say with a chuckle so they know I am joking.

"Us, too, Bella, we're here to see Sam again."

I nod letting them in. "Sam, Jasper and Emmett are here to see you."

"What?" Sam says almost like he's dismissing them.

"Sam, we are here on official business. The results have come back, you are Seth's father."

Sam pales and then almost like someone flicked a switch he turns red in anger.

"What the hell is this lie about? Did the freak boy next door put you up to this? He's not getting my girl, she's mine, and he'll be hearing me fuck her real soon, like tonight!"

I look at Sam in shock. In the three odd years I've known him, I've never heard him say something like that.

"Sir, lower your voice and this is no game or joke. DNA proves that Seth is your son, whether you like it or not. This is the contact information for the Social Services," Jasper says handing Sam some paperwork.

"HE IS NOT MINE!" Sam yells. "I can shout if I want – this is my house. The kid can't be mine; Leah was a whore who fucked everyone. She even fucked freak boy next door. Is that what the deal is, and you're all helping to cover it up? The bastard child belongs to him and you're all going to pass it off as mine, all because he wants to fuck another girl who's mine."

I shake my head in disgust with Sam and his attitude and actions. "That boy just lost his mother and you are his father, just stop this crap."

Sam looks at me and goes a little pale again.

"Do not call me until you get your head out of your ass," I say walking out of his home. I'm only twenty minutes down the road when a car pulls up.

I take a hold of my pepper spray. "Bello, get in the car, I'll drive you home."

I sigh and open the passenger door.

"Hey," I say.

Edward gives me a smile and a nod, but I can see that he's upset and angry. He clearly hides it much better than Sam did, but I can see it in his posture.

"For the record, I've never slept with Leah. Hell – apart from when my mom looked after her, I was never in a house with her overnight alone, and she's never been in my bed."

I bite my lip feeling guilty about Sam's very loud and nasty outburst, knowing Edward had to have heard it. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Edward says calmly. "Do want to join me for dinner?"

I groan covering my face. "It's just dinner, Bella; I swear I'll be good."

"Okay," I groan again as my mouth disagrees with my head.

"Where would you like to go to?"

I shrug not caring.

"Okay, let's try this, is there any place you don't like?"

I nod, rhyming off the places I hate to eat at.

"How about we grab some take out and go to Overlook Park and eat there?"

"That sounds good," I answer feeling relaxed about not being around a ton of strangers right now.

It takes a little time to get the take out from the Chinese place we stop at, but before I know it, we are at the Overlook Park and we're sitting on the hood of his car looking over the hillside as we eat.

"Can I ask you, where did you met Sam?"

I sigh before telling Edward everything that happened in my past. It's not until I'm done that I realize I told him more than I've ever told anyone before.

"I'm sorry all that happened to you, and now this."

"Sam, he's a good person, Edward."

I watch as he nods. "I'm sure he is, but I know people and I'm telling you there is something dark about him." Edward stops and chuckles. "I will say that I may think there's something dark about him, because he's got the girl I'm crushing on, but that's because deep down I don't want you hurt. However, if he makes you happy, smile, laugh, feel good – well, then that's what counts most."

"Edward?" I say after a few minutes of us not talking goes by.

"Yeah?"

"I think I have a stalker again. They've called me a few more times now. He called yesterday just as Sam came home, again when Sam went to check the back door. He called me again today, he saw our kiss."

Edward pales as he looks at me.

"If you were writing about this, who would be the suspects?"

"There are many different types of stalkers out there; what did the stalker say?"

"In an around about way he wants to hurt me. Fuck me. Keep me," I say with a sigh.

"What were the exact words used, Bella?" Edward asks.

I close my eyes trying to remember the wording used each time the stalker called.

"Give me a second," Edward says jumping down and getting in his car for something. He comes back few seconds later with a notepad and pencil.

"Now tell me where you were, who was with you and what you were doing. Start with the first call."

Edward goes through each of the calls and he hums in the end. "Bello, I'm not trying to scare you, but I believe this is someone you know. The stalker is more than likely in your inner circle. Meaning this is someone you trust."

I shake my head and Edward looks at me. "I will keep trying to work it out. I'll watch the people you interact with."

I nod grateful for his help.

"Come on, I'll get you back home."

I smile and he helps me down.

He pulls up outside my apartment and I know I should ask him how he knows where I live, but he instead asks me a question.

"The guy, James, that attacked you, where's he at now?"

"In Washington State Prison – his girlfriend was not happy and said she was going to kill me. My dad always thought it was her that did the first group of calls, but he could never prove it."

Edward nods. "Here," he says handing me a piece of paper with two phone numbers on it, and two names.

"That's my house number, cell number, Skype name, and the name I'm under on Facebook and Twitter."

I chuckle not taking him as a person that would use Twitter or Facebook.

"I sort of need them to drum up sales for my books."

I nod at him because it was like he read my mind. "Have you got any books out now?"

He blushes and bites his bottom lip. "Yeah, six of them."

My eyes widen in shock as I look at him. "Can you tell me what the titles are?"

He chuckles at me as I stuttered out the question. "Send me a private message on Facebook and I will send you copies of all six books to your Kindle or Nook, for free."

"You better," I say getting out of his car. I walk inside and all the way up to my apartment. I look back outside after coming in and see Edward's car is still out there. I sigh picking up the house phone and call him.

"Edward Masen, speaking," he says and I roll my eyes.

"I'm inside safe and sound, you can leave now," I say back to him.

"Good, and now I have your home number."

I shake my head when I hear him chuckling.

"Goodnight, Bello."

"Goodnight, Edward."

I watch him drive off and the front door opens. I turn seeing Angela and Ben.

"Bella, you're home," she says hugging me.

"Sam and I had a fight," I tell her and she rubs my back.

"Ben and Jerry's?" she asks and I nod at my friend.

"Well, I'll leave you beautiful girls alone," Ben says and I feel guilty.

The guilt must be clear on my face, because Ben gives me a kind smile.

"I was only making sure she got home safe, you're not interrupting anything. Hope you feel better tomorrow, Bella." I nod at him and he waves before saying a quiet goodbye to Angela and walking out.

"So what happened?" Angela asks when she puts the ice cream tub down.

I shrug because I don't really know. "He's just been real angry these past few weeks," I sigh and then tell her what all has been happening including the phone calls.

"Bella, you should've told me about all of this. I'm sure part of Sam's problem is the stress of this situation. I'm not letting him off for his bad behavior but, Bella, couples fight. I know that your parents never fought in front of you, but you have to know that's very uncommon."

"I know," I say, but can't help wanting that kind of relationship. The love my parents had for each other superseded any obstacle they had to endure.

"I can see you looking for me to give you answers, but I can't give you the answer. Only you can know deep down what's best for you, Bella. I'm going to turn in for the night, are you going be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Angela chuckles. "I'm fine is the biggest lie that comes out of a woman's mouth and you know it."

I chuckle at Angela. "I'll be okay."

"That's better," she says bobbing her head at me. She hugs me and kisses my cheek before walking to her bedroom.

Mystery POV

I watch him, watching her, as she keeps making more mistakes. I can't believe how stupid he is. He's smarter than this and yet he has no idea that I know everything he does. What a joke, he's never been this dumb before, it has to be her that makes him stupid. Soon he will be mine, because she will no longer exist and again he'll be a genius. She has no idea just how much trouble she is causing for everyone around her. Soon she will learn, because I'm planning to show her. I'm done playing her games.

BPOV

It's been three weeks since the argument Sam and I had. Sam hasn't called, or even come to see me. I've missed him so much and I really want to just go over there to his house. I long to wrap my arms around him, but the hurt over what he's said is still there. Then there is the guilt from the kiss I shared with Edward. I did send a card, letter and flowers about how sorry I was for his loss.

Over the weeks, Edward and I have formed a decent friendship, and I think of him as one of my best friends. He hasn't kissed me again, but I've wanted him to, many times. My still wanting his lips on mine, is another reason why my guilt is so strong and won't go away.

I still have my stalker. They have called my new cell phone over a hundred and fifty times. My home number has been called over two hundred times. Jasper and Emmett know of all the calls, but whoever is doing this is very savvy and knows their way around being traced. I've started getting things from the stalker—in the mail, left on my doorstep, put inside my car and couriered to me at work.

I've received photos that were taken of me, all over the place. There are pictures of me shopping, working, walking to and from the car, driving, going into the police station – you name it. The gifts that were left for me ... are the most disturbing of all. I've gotten a lot of nasty things, but the worst has been the dead animals. I also received a box full of live cockroaches and poisonous flowers.

My new job on the other hand is great. I really love working as a teacher, and Sunshine is the best private school I've ever heard of. The children are wonderful, and the parents are very hands-on and involved in their children's education.

Tonight, we're all getting together and going out; it's my twenty-second birthday. Alice, whom I've learned is the planner extraordinaire – has organized the whole night out tonight.

I put on my little red dress—it's very fitting and it makes my ass and breasts look great. I leave my hair loose but curl it some to add more waves.

"Holy shit, Bella, you look smoking hot," Angela says with a smile as Jessica nods in agreement.

"Well, thank you, and you both look amazing, too. Quick, let's take a selfie before we go out." I pull Angela and Jessica to me and snap a quick photo.

I feel the pang of sadness when I look at the picture and Lauren's not there. I close my eyes say a quick hello to her in my mind. I post our photo on Facebook and we head out the door.

We head to the restaurant, and I smile seeing Edward standing outside the door.

"Wow girls, you all look amazing." He leans in kissing the side of my head and giving Angela and Jessica a soft smile. Things between Angela and Edward are better, but she still finds him odd.

Edward holds the door open for us and we walk in. I smile seeing my friends and coworkers standing there at a large table.

"Hi, Ben," Angela says walking up to Ben and kissing him, as Jessica walks into Mike's arms.

"Okay, I have put everyone's place cards at their seats, so please find your chair and take a seat," Alice says.

I frown a little when I see she placed Edward beside Tia, and I'm down the table and on the other side, sitting between Angela and Jessica.

After sitting, I look up and over to Edward, and I feel the pang of jealousy as I watch him help Tia into her seat.

All the way through dinner my eyes seem to drift to Edward and Tia, who both seem to be having a good time.

"So, are we hitting the nightclubs then?" Mike asks looking around the table.

"That's sounds good to me. Bella, do you mind if I ask Jasper, Emmett and Rose to join us?"

"No, that sounds good," I say feeling like the odd one out as the others will all be paired off.

We all walk together to a new nightclub down the street. The boys grab us a table, and we girls take our jackets to the coat check. All too soon, I'm left alone at the table as the others are all out dancing.

"Bella," I hear a voice I don't expect in my ear.

I turn looking at Sam who looks a little run down.

"I've just come by to wish you a happy birthday," he says looking at the floor.

"I've missed you," I say touching his hand, and he reaches up and wipes a tear away.

"I've missed you, too. I'm going to anger management classes, and I've started to spend time with Seth."

"That's good," I say feeling happy that he's getting himself sorted.

"There's something I need to tell you. I should have told you weeks ago, but—" He stops talking and shakes his head. "I didn't want to tell you, but I feel you need to know, so if you could come by soon that'd be great."

"How about I come over tomorrow?"

Sam nods and looks over my shoulder. "I'll leave you to your party – see you later, baby." He kisses my cheek and walks away.

"Bello," Edward says from behind me.

I turn looking at Edward who looks a little hurt. He starts gripping at the back of his neck. "Would you like to dance?"

I nod at him and he helps me to stand and walks me to the dance floor. When we get there, the music changes to a slow dance, and Edward moves me closer in his arms.

I have read many stories where the main love characters are pulled into this timeless bubble, where the world around them disappears. I never truly understood how that was possible, but here in Edward's arms, I feel so much emotion. While I'm aware of the other people around us dancing, I just don't care about anything other than dancing with Edward.

Edward moves closer to me and I can hear the thumping of his heart.

"Tia, asked me out," he says with his mouth by my ear.

I close my eyes and my heart is filled with pain.

"I've accepted; I told her yes."

I pull back a little and look up at him pushing my hurt aside. "That's good. I know she likes you."

"I like you," he growls.

I drop my head knowing I can't move on with anything or anyone until I've dealt with Sam. Sam fills my mind and the weight of the situation weighs on my heart. With each day that goes by, I seem to be filled with more pain.

"I need to know if I have a chance with you, if not, then I need to move on. You have to know this waiting is killing me. Having you so close, but so far is harder than I thought it would be. I dream about you every night. I know Sam means something to you, because you feel guilty. I know he cares for you, too, I can see it in the way he looks at you, but I can't stop wanting you."

Edward's hands slowly move down my body and he pushes me against the wall as he lifts my legs wrapping them around him.

I look around seeing that we have moved off and are now alone in a dark part of the club. I look up at Edward and he pushes against me and I can feel every part of his body as it molds to mine.

"I want to make you mine," he says as he kisses me harshly.

I grip at his hair pulling roughly, needing more of him. The ripping of my dress only adds to how wet I am.

"Let me love you the way you need and want to be loved."

I gasp a "yes" and open my eyes and swallow as I realize, I'm in the middle of the dance floor with Edward. I look down at my dress seeing it's not torn. Edward stops dancing and walks me to the edge of the dance floor.

"Thank you for dancing with me, Bello," Edward says softly, and all I can do is nod at him. I'm confused, I mean, I know I must have imagined all of that while I was dancing with him – but it felt so real.

"I'm going to call it an early night," Edward says softly. "Hope you enjoyed your birthday." I watch as he says goodbye to the others and I wave as he walks out.

"I did it," Tia shrieks, "I asked him out. We're going out in two weeks. He said something about working nonstop to get this book of his out in ten days, first."

I look to Tia and see Alice hugging her. I know Tia is a wonderful girl and clearly she likes Edward. I want him to be happy, but I can't seem to get rid of this ache in my heart.

"I'm so happy for you, Tia," Tanya says very sweetly.

The rest of the night I'm unable to get Edward out of my mind. On our way home, Angela asks if I mind her spending the night at Ben's. I shake my head and wave her off as they drop me at our door.

I walk into my apartment switching on the light. I kick off my shoes and walk to my bedroom. I open the door, flip on the light and my mouth drops open seeing my clothes have been pulled out of the dresser and closet. They are ripped to shreds, thrown all over the place. I look at the walls and see more of the stalker's photos of me all over the place; they look to be stapled to the walls. I cover my mouth as my eyes land on my mirror.

There written in blood is a message.

"I'm tired of waiting for you to choose to be mine. I will now make you mine. If you keep misbehaving the blood I will shed will be on your hands."

I move back out of my room and straight to the bathroom, where I promptly throw up. I turn hearing my house phone ringing it goes to the answering machine as my cell starts to ring, too.

"Sorry, we can't come to the phone right now, but leave your name and number and we'll get back to you," our auto message says. The cell stops ringing, having gone to voicemail.

"Did you like what I did with your room, bitch?" The house phone call cuts off and my cell rings again. The house phone begins to ring again. As soon as either phone stops ringing it begins again. Whoever this stalker is, they are tying up both my phone lines with back-to-back calls.

I hear the message machine pick up again. "I can do this all night, bitch!"

I cover my ears as the calls keep coming. I make myself get up and log on my computer. I see my Facebook private messages have been bombarded by the stalker, as well as my twitter. I sob logging into my Skype account. I send a message out to all my friends here in town, asking for immediate help. I sob a little waiting for someone, anyone to reply.

"Hi, is everything okay?" Edward types and I shake my head sending a message back.

"NO, need help! Call the police, stalker broke in and wrecked my room. He's calling both my phones nonstop. Can't get help!"

"I'm on my way; turn off your cell and disconnect your home phone."

I move doing what Edward says and then sit in a ball on the floor.

A/N: Well things are escalating now aren't they?