July 31 2002
We arrived in Paris. The air was unexpectedly humid. Every ten minutes my phone would vibrate, Jordan would be telling me that I needed to see him to deliver something or follow his commands like a puppet on a string. I started avoiding the calls, their inevitability boring me and also starting to look suspicious.
I held Bella's hand as we walked across the lock bridge. She grabbed a lock out of her bag, scrawling our names on it and locking it to the infinite amount of other locks that would always be twined.
I kissed Bella once she had thrown away the key, reassuring her that I needed her desperately. Also reassuring myself that Bella meant too much to me to let some guy drive her away from me.
We grabbed Ice cream, strolling down the paths, stopping off at the Eiffel Tower and taking photographs.
"I love you," I spoke kissing her lips softly. Nothing mattered when her lips were locked in mine. Nothing mattered when we were together. When we were together we were an unbeatable force. Nothing was going to break us apart, ever.
"Hey, love, why don't you unpack. I'm just going to run to the supermarket. I'll be back shortly. I love you," I whisked away.
I had about fifteen minutes before Bella got suspicious.
I grabbed my phone, dialling Jordan automatically.
"Meet me now." I said hanging up the phone, sharply.
Within five minutes the tall man arrived in black jeans and a black top.
"What's it going to take to get you to leave Bella alone," I spat defensively.
"Fifty grand upfront." Jordan spoke, a smirk arising from the corner of his mouth.
"I don't have fifty grand!"
"It's Bella or fifty grand, Finn. Which one are you going to have to live without?"
" I'll get the money. In instalments." I sighed.
My heart panicked. Beating faster, the blood pumping faster and faster, carried through my veins. How was I supposed to get fifty grand.
Fuck.
I'm screwed.
Maybe I should just tell her.
No I can't.
It would drive her away forever.
I couldn't keep lying to her though.
With that thought I decided against telling Bella. I knew what would hurt her the most. The truth.
The truth always hurts more than a little white lie.
Except it wasn't a white lie, was it?
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