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Chapter 8

"Bella?" I hear called and I walk into the living room seeing Sam and Seth are now home.

"What's all of this?" he asks pointing at the bags.

"Those are for Seth," I say and swallow a little as Sam looks me up and down.

"Really, these are for me, all of them?" Seth asks excitedly.

I keep the smile in place which is really hard as Sam's now glaring at me.

"This is the best day ever, can I look in them?"

"No, you need to pack a bag so I can take you to Rose's house."

"But?"

"NOW!"

Seth looks at Sam and runs out the room, before I can get a word out Sam drags me upstairs and into my room.

"What the hell do you have on?" he asks.

"Clothes," I say.

"You look like a fucking whore."

"I do not," I say back to him.

"My mom would never dress like that."

"Yes, and that's because your dad is a control freak and an asshole."

"No, he isn't, he loves us," Sam says and I can hear the sob behind his voice.

"Who did you go out with?"

"Angela and Jessica."

"Jessica," he laughs, "you mean the girl who has all but stopped speaking to you?"

"She has her reasons," I say and Sam shakes his head.

"Yes, I know she does, for one she thinks your fucking the freak boy next door." I swallow and look at him. "She even called me and told me I should watch out."

"She's wrong and she's been getting calls from my stalker."

"Everyone's getting calls from your stalker. I know it's Angela's doing, not your personal taste, that you're dressing like a tramp again."

"No, these are the clothes I like to wear."

"She's a whore and bad influence on you, and you're not going to dress like a whore here."

"She's not a whore and these clothes are not whorish at all."

"She's hit on me before, did you know that? There were six different times after you went to bed that she tried to get me to fuck her."

"You're lying," I say.

"She stole one of your boyfriends before."

"She didn't know we were dating."

"Ha, yeah, so she says. She knows you like him and she still fucked him!"

I slap Sam across the face. "You're an asshole – she was twelve, and she didn't know I liked him, let alone did she fuck him."

I pull my suitcase out and put all my new clothes in it.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from you." I lift my suitcase up and walk down the stairs. I open the front door seeing Rose standing there.

"Bella," she says a little worried and I shake my head.

"Seth should almost be ready."

I start walking down the street. I can see the cars passing me by. I'm sure most people think I'm some crazy chick because I am sobbing while walking down the street pulling a large suitcase.

It takes me a little over a half hour to arrive back to the apartment building. As much as I don't want to be here, I don't want to be elsewhere. I unlock the door when the old lady that lives next door opens her door.

"I already called the police over the fight," she says.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"That other girl was screaming, fighting and throwing stuff, so I've called the police," she says again.

"Get in your house and lock your door," I say bringing out my pepper spray.

I open the door and a figure pushes me with a lot of force making me hit the wall across from my front door. I watch the person run away, and then I jump up running into my apartment only to find Angela on the floor beaten badly.

"Angela," I sob holding her to me.

"Bella ... it's ..." she says but she stops talking as her eyes roll back.

"Oh my God, Bella, call the police, baby."

I look up at Sam in the doorway and he looks worried and frantic.

"Baby, she needs help – call for an ambulance, now," he says taking Angela from my arms and starts to take care of her wounds.

I am on the phone with the emergency dispatcher when Sam starts to do compressions on Angela.

"I can't lose her," I say as I fall to the ground.

"Bella, we need to get you out of here," I hear Emmett say as he pulls me up. I watch the EMT workers carry Angela out on a stretcher.

"I need to go with her," I say but Emmett holds me in place.

"I'll take you to the hospital, but you can't go with her. I'm sorry, Bella."

The drive to the hospital feels very long. When we get there we are directed to a waiting room.

The door bursts open and Jessica runs in and into my arms sobbing. I look over her shoulder seeing Ben and Mike are there, too.

"This is your fault," Jessica says pulling back suddenly and she starts to hit me. The hits are not hard; she's just venting her anger. "She's going to die and I'll make sure you pay. How can you cover for him?"

Mike pulls her from me as Jasper and Emmett give us a look to say they want to know what's going on.

I sit quietly listening to Jessica tell everything my stalker has said to her and sent to her.

"Jessica, Bella loves you girls very much and she would never let anyone hurt you. Not even me. She left me tonight because I lost my shit again, and started saying stuff about you and Angela."

Jessica shakes her head at me. "I can't be here with you."

I watch her walk away and I break down again.

"Angela Weber?" I stand up going to the doctor that just called out my friend's name.

"She's stable, and I believe that your friend starting CPR saved her life."

I look at Sam and give him a smile. I turn back to the doctor. "Can I see her?"

"Yes, her parents have called giving Isabella Swan and Jessica Stanley full access as closest family."

"I'm Bella Swan – are her parents on the way here now?"

"Yes, they should arrive in the morning is what Mrs. Weber has said."

"Thank you."

Sam leaves me outside of ICU and I walk in going to Angela's room.

"What's going on? So much has happened; it just feels like it's been one thing after another, ever since I was attacked. I'm sorry if this has anything to do with me. I'm so sorry." I start to sob and l lay my head down on her bed beside her hand that I'm holding.

I jump when someone places their hand on my shoulder. I turn seeing it's a nurse.

"Your boyfriend was worried about you. You've been in here for over two hours."

I nod getting up.

"I'll come and see you tomorrow," I say and kiss her head, before walking out.

Sam helps me into his car and drives me back to his house. He even helped me up to my room and carried my suitcase.

"Baby, I know I've been saying this a lot lately, but I am sorry. You're right about my dad. My therapist thinks I have some problems still from the things I saw during my childhood. I have asked Rose to take Seth until the first of the year. That will give us time to sort this out, and if you want to go back to just being friends then I'll accept that. Goodnight, baby, I love you," he says kissing my head.

I close my eyes sobbing even more.

The last two weeks seem to have gone by so slowly. They've felt more like two months. Angela is still in a coma. Jessica still hasn't spoken to me, and now Angela's parents are pulling away from me, too. They even asked me last week to not come by the hospital so often.

My stalker started leaving stuff at my work and the children's parents found out, making Alice put me on administrative leave of absence for the next two months.

Then there's the media who has gotten a hold of the information that I knew most of the victims. It turns out I know all them in some way or another. The first one's parents bought my old truck from me for her. The second was in one of my classes at collage. The third was someone who used to come to my workplace when I worked at The Coffee Shoppe. I didn't know any of them well, apart from Lauren, Tia and now Angela, but it hasn't stopped the media from saying and speculating that this all has something to do with me.

All these stresses have been hard on me and now I don't want to leave the house. My already declining weight has gone down even more and I just feel terrible.

"Hey, baby, are you going anywhere today?" Sam asks as he brings me breakfast in bed.

This is the only good change. Sam is back to being the loving man I used to know.

"I think I'll just stay in here, read some new books," I say and Sam smiles nodding.

"I'll be back later tonight, baby," he says.

I get showered and changed and head down to the living room. I make myself some hot chocolate and lie on the couch with my feet up and my Kindle in my hands.

I look through my books I have yet to read and I smile seeing Edward's books there. I open one and start to read it.

Within the first two chapters Edward has not only got me hooked, but his main character seems so real to me.

I hear someone knock on the front door and I jump up looking out. I'm surprised to see it's Edward, we haven't talked since Angela was hurt.

"Hi," I say seeing he's dressed up as a doctor.

"This for Seth," he says handing me a bag of candy.

"What?" I say taking it and looking at him like he has lost his mind.

"It's Halloween, Bello."

My eyes widen and I just look at him. "It is?"

He nods but frowns looking at me. "How are you keeping up?"

I don't say anything but shake my head.

"You want to come to DSP's party?"

I look out the door and feel the panic coming over me, and I shake my head at him. "Sorry, I can't ..."

Edward walks away but stops and turns. "If this was my story, it would be Sam."

I frown looking at him. "What?" I ask.

"Sam – he would be your stalker and the other link to the girls who were killed."

"He wouldn't do that."

"Bella, he likes to be in control and what better and sneaky way to do it then have the woman he wants to control be afraid of everyone but him."

I watch him move down and sit, still far away from me.

I think over what he said. "How is he linked?"

Edward gets up and walks back to me. "The first one, her parents bought your truck. The same one Sam helped you sell and spoke to her over the phone."

I nod at him knowing he's right.

"The second was at college, and I'm sure if they looked into it they would see she used Sam to fix her laptop. The third, the one that came into The Coffee Shoppe, had a blind date with him before he dated you. The fourth, the girl from the library, Sam had been there fixing the computers. The fifth was the girl that banged into you. If he's your stalker, then he would've been the last to see her. He knew Tia and Lauren through you. Leah was his ex-wife, and she's the link to the fifth one found, too. The girl who banged into you was Leah's best friend on the streets, and she logged a complaint against Sam four years ago. So there you go, every single one of them has a link to him, too."

I close my eyes as my heart starts to race. "Have a good time tonight, Edward."

He gives me a worried look and sighs walking away. "He stops and turns to look at me. "Bello, people like Sam, haven't got the clarity of mind to know what they're doing is wrong. He lives and breathes to have you. You've become his world. You're like his password to having what he thinks is a perfect life."

I turn and move inside the house. I close the door and my eyes taking a deep breath as I hear my heart thumping away.

Unlike when Sam accused Edward—I was sure Edward wasn't wrong this time—I have a feeling he's bang on the money. I open my eyes running upstairs heading right to Sam's bedroom. I open the door and go in. I'm shocked about how many photos of me are all over his room. I swallow and open his wardrobe looking through it, but coming up empty. I do the same with all of the drawers he has, but don't really find anything.

I sigh taking a deep breath trying to think about where I would put something if I was hiding stuff.

"Laptop," I say aloud and run back down to the living room.

I get it and turn it on and look at the password box.

"Okay, Sam's laptop, let's see if I can figure this out." I type in Sam's Laptop, but it comes up as wrong. Seth 2009, again it comes up as wrong.

I can hear Edward words saying that he thinks I'm Sam's password word to life. "It's worth a try," I say.

I start to log in using my name differently. Bellasman, nope. MygirlBella, nope.

"Damn it, think Bella."

What has the stalker said, use that and then I remember the stalker told me he would own me forever.

Ownbellaforever, nope. BSOwner4EVER, I click on the okay and my eyes pop open when it says welcome.

Soon as the home page comes up it starts to do a slide show of me. The only thing wrong is many of the pictures have been taken without my knowledge.

I start to open files many of them are photos and videos of me. There are some of me at work at The Coffee Shoppe, the school and even in my apartment asleep. I see an audio file and click on it.

"You really don't love him do you? Sending him out to me, means you can't love him much. You're so unworthy of him."

My mouth falls open hearing the call my stalker made, I watch the recording scroll, as there seems to be a small space of silence.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing on my property?" the voice belongs to Sam.

"I am going to have some fun with lover boy now, bye," the evil sounding voice says and the recording ends.

I look at the date seeing that the file was made two days before that call took place.

"I'm going be sick," I say as my breathing starts to come out in long slow breaths.

I cover my mouth and start opening more files, and photoshopped pictures of Sam. One of them is of me and Sam, but it's not us, it's a wedding picture. Most of the files have numbers and links on them. There is so much here and I'm not sure what half of it means.

I move back from the laptop having seen enough. I call my dad leaving a message for him to come and get me immediately. I run up the stairs packing my bag as quick as I can.

As soon as my bags are packed I run back down the stairs and jump when someone knocks on the front door. I hear some children chuckling and I shake my head knowing it must be some kids starting trick or treating already.

I open the door seeing a girl standing there looking like Carrie from the film. She even has the prom dress on and is covered in blood.

"I'm sorry we're not doing the treating today, but you look great."

"Yes, but it's a shame he never got to see my prom dress."

I look at her like she's crazy and she pulls out a Taser, firing it at me. I feel my body shake as the electric shocks zap through my body. They stop and restart a few times and I can't control my body.

I look up at the girl seeing she's smiling at me. The last thing I see is her foot coming toward my head. I wake slowly and feel something dripping on my lip. I go to move my arms finding they're tied beside me. Again, I feel something wet run down my lip and I touch it with my tongue finding it's blood.

"You're awake."

I move my head up a little seeing the girl again.

"Who are you?" I ask and she chuckles.

"Were you leaving him?" she asks instead of answering my question. She points at my suitcases with a butcher's knife.

"Yes," I say knowing that in front of me now is who they all call the Brunette Butcher.

"Why would you leave him? He's the best, sweetest man alive, AND YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME!" she yells the last part before hitting me across my face with the flat side of the big knife.

"He was all I had! He was my best friend, but I was never good enough for him as a girlfriend, only as a friend. I told him, warned him about Leah, but no – he had to go and marry her. I did enjoy telling him about all those guys she fucked the second he turned his back. I even put a little something extra special in his coffee." She starts to chuckle and I give her a 'what the hell' look.

"He was too sweet and loving to get violent with her for cheating. She needed her ass kicked, so I put some steroids into his coffee every day; it made him really short tempered. I loved watching him beat that slut. He, at long last dumped her ass, and gave me a try. I was so happy, happier than I have ever been before. Then YOU came along, and that's all I heard – all he talked about. He fixed your laptop and even programed it to fail so he could see you again. Then he dumped me knowing that you wouldn't give him a second chance, if he was with me. I was his best friend and he told me to fuck off because of YOU!"

I take a deep breath.

"He started following you around, but he was too busy watching you that he never saw me." She stops and laughs. "Did you know he paid that lowlife, homeless guy to attack you. He thought if he saved you, you would love him, and look how well that worked out."

I swallow having no doubt what she is telling me is the truth, how could I be so stupid.

"Then I heard him and saw him flirting with the stupid girl who bought your shitty truck. I heard him tell her how good your truck was. I was angry! I didn't mean to kill her." She looks at me pleadingly. "But in the end, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed killing her. So that's what I've been doing. I kill the girls who look like you who he has talked to, and gave my smile, too. The fact they all looked like you helped me enjoy it more as it felt like I was killing you over and over again."

She walks over to me pressing the knife point to my shoulder. "Did you know he was fucking Lauren behind your back, because you wouldn't give it up to him?"

I shake my head knowing my friend would never do that.

"She did; she liked him, and he gave her attention. He played on her weakness." She starts to laugh. "Truth be told, he fucked her one night when you said no, but she was too drunk to stop him. After that when he needed a fuck he went to her. She always said she hated it – hated what he was doing with her. Hated what it would do to you, but even with the tears in her eyes as he took her from behind, I could see she enjoyed it."

"Fuck you, that sounds like rape!" I yell not wanting to hear how that bastard hurt my friend.

She hits me hard on the face and then pulls my hair. "Don't talk about him like that you CUNT. Angela paid the price for speaking badly about my Sammy."

The girl stops and looks to the door, and I follow her sight, hearing Sam talking to some kids.

"Looks like the show's about to start."

The girl stands behind me with the knife at my throat. I hear Sam come in and shut the door.

"Baby?" he says.

"Yes, darling," the girl answers and Sam looks at me then to her.

"Emily, what the fuck have you done?"

"I told you that I would kill her if you didn't dump her ass."

He just looks at the girl I now know is called Emily. "Emily, let her go."

"No, you were warned. I killed all those girls – you know I meant what I said."

Sam pales. "Oh fuck, Emily, please tell me you're lying."

"I did it for you to show you what I am willing to do to have you as mine."

"I don't love you, Emily!" he yells.

"Well, she doesn't love you, even less so after I told her what you did with Lauren."

Sam's eyes go to mine and I can see the panic in them.

"She made me, baby, she blackmailed me."

I shake my head at him.

"Emily, let her go please, and I'll come home with you," he says moving slowly to her.

"I'm not raising your bastard child."

"I don't want him either," Sam says and it sounds like he speaking the truth about Seth.

"Just let her go and we can frame her for the killings," he says.

"We could?" Emily says sounding confused.

"Yes, of course we can. I could cut you a little and then we can say it was her and freak boy next door."

"I like that, but I still want to hurt her, can't I kill her anyway?" Emily asks like a small child.

"I'll let you hurt her a little, but you need to untie her first," Sam says.

"You can fuck her one last time for old times' sake, as long as she doesn't enjoy it. Oh, but you can't put your sperm in her, it's for me only."

I move my eyes to the corner trying to see Emily but she's too far behind me. I feel her untie me. As soon as I'm free I jump up pushing her away. She falls to the ground and Sam grabs me – I start hitting him.

"Baby, stop—we need to get out of here."

I start putting up a bigger fight as he picks me up and we stumble to the ground.

"You bitch," Emily yells jumping on top on me. Sam tackles her off me and to the ground. I start to move backward, sobbing when the fight stops and Sam rolls off of Emily with the knife in his chest.

"Sammy, Sammy," she says over and over again. I turn, get up, running to the front door. I only open it a little when Emily grabs my hair throwing me backward.

"You bitch ... he's dead and it's your fault," she says jumping on top of me. The hits come fast and hard.

"Bello," I hear and I'm fighting to keep my eyes open, and Emily is quickly pulled off of me.

"Bella, you okay?"

"She's the Brunette Butcher, and you were right—Sam is my stalker," I tell him as he tries to pick me up.

"Isn't this cozy?"

Edward puts me on my feet, and pushes me behind him as we face Emily, who has a gun pointed at us.

"Emily, don't do this," I say sobbing.

"You killed my mate – it's only fair I kill yours," she says.

"Emily, take it easy, you remember me?"

Emily tilts her head at Edward. "I spoke to you a few years ago when you were at the hospital after Sam cut your face."

Emily's hand goes to her face and my eyes go there, too. I can just see the faint lines of a scar beneath the blood covered her skin.

"It was my fault, I was standing too close," Emily says and Edward shakes his head.

"He dumped you in a hospital, Emily. He knew you had no one, but he never came to see you. Leah, your cousin did."

"No, she stole him from me."

Edward shakes his head again. "She loved you. She didn't know you liked him. She didn't even know you knew him until it was too late."

"You're lying."

"You deserved more than what he gave you, Emily."

"You love me?" she asks smiling at Edward.

"Emily, there's someone out there for you."

Her eyes fall on me. "Why do they all love you?" She asks turning the gun on me. Edward leaps forward, but before he gets there Emily turns the gun on herself and fires it.

I sink to the floor in shock as her body lies limp across from me.

"Bello. Hush, it's okay," Edward says hugging me close.

"Get your dirty hands off my girl!"

Edward and I both jump and turn seeing Sam standing there holding his side.

"She belongs to me. If I die she needs to die, too, so we can be together."

"I'm not yours, Sam," I say and he pulls the knife and leaps for me.

"Seattle PD, drop it," I hear Jasper, Emmett and my dad yell.

"No, she's mine," Sam says again.

Edward pulls me to him covering my face and ears as gun shots ring out.

It all goes quiet and I feel myself shake, as I'm lifted up.

"She's going into shock; we need to get her to the hospital now," I hear Edward say and my eyes go to him and he looks down at me.

"Stay with me, please?" he says in a whisper as my eyes close.

A/N: Well, you now know who the stalker was, and who the killer was. You know the how, the why and the way. Lot's of disturbing details were learned. Many of you suspected Sam from the beginning and we were glad that we at least made most of you either doubt that momentarily and or consider others instead. There is one more big chapter, that will bring resolution to the story and wrap things up nicely. See you all tomorrow, thanks for reading and please review.

GUEST REVIEW: From: Guest

:To me everything still points to Sam. However, something tells me you may just come out of left field with a character we haven't met yet. What if the killer is Emily? She would want Sam and be pissed because Bella is with him. That, in my mind, makes Sam the Stalker. Poor Edward is just caught in the middle.

Sam is definitely involved in something. Him saying Edward has pictures all over his house of Bella-how would he know that? And secondly Sam could have seen that when he planted the blood on Edward's shirt.

This Bella is getting on my nerves. Is she really that naive or just plain stupid. She isn't asking questions about any of the things that are right in front of her. I also hope as a teacher she would realize that Sam- dad or not- has no business having custody of that child.

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