You would think that I would be used to this lifestyle. I know how I got here, but I don't know how to get out. I just really wanted to go to college, and that was the main reason I started working for Vicki. My parents died when I was little, and I lived with my grandmother. She died shortly after I graduated from high school. I used all the money I had received from her and my parents to pay for the first semester of college. I met my now, two best friends, Alice and Rosalie, during the first semester. They worked for Vicki. They even found husbands while working for her. At first I didn't think that they were really in love with them, but when I met Jasper and Emmett, I could see the love went both ways. It gave me hope for the future.

I believed in the saying, you can't turn a whore into a house wife. Rose and Alice didn't believe in such a saying. They said that we weren't whores, but really we were. The business that Vicki ran was called Pretty as a Princess. Some name, huh? Men paid to go out with us. We worked for an escort service. I even went out with the mayor; heaven forbid that ever got out to the public. I was scared about getting out because what if I didn't find someone like Alice and Rose? What if I couldn't find a job after college? Vicki let Alice and Rose go with no questions asked. Vicki was more like a mother to me, and for some reason, I trusted her with my life. We did have sex with some clients. They just had to pay an extra grand for one of us. Vicki would also have them tested for stds. We all went to Vicki's private doctor, Doctor Volturi. We weren't allowed to know her first name. She never wrote prescriptions for us, she just always gave us whatever we needed.

I almost left Vicki and school last year when I had to go on a date with this big wig that owned a company of some sort. His name was James. He tried to get what Vicki called a freebie. I couldn't work for a two weeks because he had bruised me so badly. I had no visible scars, thank god. The only scar I had was on the inside. I didn't even know if I would ever be able to have a normal relationship after the attack. Like I said before, I had hope. I had this guard up, that made me not even know who I was.

School was my life. I loved school. I think I was the only one that ever got excited when we had to do a research paper. If I wasn't on a date, I was at the library, or at my favorite coffee shop. I met this really nice guy there. His name was Jacob black. He was smoking hot. We had the same lit class, so we worked together a lot. He was my normal. He had asked me out a couple times, but of course I had to tell him no. We weren't allowed to date. We had to remain completely available at all times. It sucked, but working for Vicki was getting me to a better place. I couldn't wait for that day.

The last couple of days, Vicki has been acting weird. We could always talk for hours, but lately, she barely looked at me. I knew that Alice and she were still close. I asked Alice if she knew if something was going on, and she said she had no idea. I just shrugged it off thinking she was just pmsing. I was in my room when Vicki called my phone to tell me to go to her office. I thought it was weird, but I just thought I had a date that I needed instructions on. Sometimes, guys would ask us to act a certain way, or tell us what to wear. I headed down stairs when I ran into this man who was breathtaking. He was tall and muscular with amazing green eyes that could pries your soul. Oh my god, his hair...what could I say. I knew that I wanted to run my fingers through it.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said looking at the ground. It was the first time in a long time that I was having dirty thought about someone. I started to blush at my thoughts.

"That's fine, did I hurt you?" he asked me putting his finger under my chin to lift my head.

"No...no, Sir. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention, and I should have," I said getting nervous. He was so good looking.

"Don't apologize. I wasn't paying attention either. I think I am lost," he said letting go of my face looking above my head. "The girl at the front desk said that I could just go to Vicki's office, but I have never been here," he said looking back at me.

"Okay, well, I'm heading there now. I can show you where her office is," I said as I started to walk. He didn't speak to me again until we got to Vicki's office. I knocked and waited for her to tell me to come in. "Ma'am there is a man here to see you. I found him lost on my way down," I told her standing the way I was told to when there was a client around. Stand up straight and hands folded in front.

"Bree…" she said very annoyed. "Bella, what are you wearing?" She snapped at me. I was wearing a pair of bed shorts and a tank top.

"I was getting ready for bed Ma'am," I said getting nervous. She never cared what we wore around the house.

"Call Rachel, tell her to sit at the door. Tell her to send Bree back here. As for yourself, go put some clothes on, and then wait outside my office until I'm done with this meeting." I said 'yes Ma'am' and walked back out into the hallway. "Mr. Cullen," Vicki said all happy. Cullen, I knew that name. Where did I know that name? I wonder if he was with Cullen Publishing? No way could that be right. That was where I was going to apply after school was over. I heard that the owner was always looking for interns.

"Thanks for helping me," Mr. Cullen said turning away from me.

I just smiled and nodded as I walked away doing what Vicki had asked of me. I went to my room, and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. When I walked back to Vicki's office, Bree wasn't there. I wondered if Vicki just told her to leave. I jumped when I heard a smack come from Vicki's office. She was in such a bad mood; I hope I wasn't next on her list. It wasn't often that Vicki would hit us, but Bree had it coming. It put the other girls in danger to just let a random man walking around the house. The office door flew open and I watched as Vicki had Bree by the hair. She threw her out the office. I stood up to help Bree when Vicki yelled my name to get in her office. I was so scared of her in that moment. Mr. Cullen was gone; I was a little disappointed. I was sure he would be back. The thought of him made me feel some sort of comfort. What was wrong with me? He's a client, or is going to be. There should never be feelings when dealing with a client. What I did was a job, and I hated my job. I was grateful that I hadn't had a date in two days. It was a little weird, but I like it.

I walked into the office, and sat in the chair across from the desk. Vicki sat down and took a deep breath. She looked so stressed. I have never, in three years, seen her like this. I knew better to speak before spoken to, but I was aching to find out what was going on. She looked up at me and tried to smile.

"Bella, there has been a business arrangement, and you are involved with it," she said taking a deep breath. "The man that was here earlier was Mr. Cullen. Starting tomorrow you will be living with him. He paid me very good money for you, and he will be your caregiver now," she said with a final tone. My eyes filled with tears.

"This can't be legal!" I said getting mad. "You just can't sell people," I said standing up with tears in my eyes.

"Bella, you are so stupid sometimes. What about any of this is legal?" she asked balling up her fists. "Pack all of your belongings tonight, and leave them by the door. Someone will come by tomorrow, pick them up, and bring them to your new home," she said staring me down. "And don't you dare think about running, 'cause he will find you. He is very powerful. Don't mess with this, just go with it. You are welcome back here whenever this may end. He is very intrigued by you, and he wants only you," she said lowering her eyes. "I tried to get him to take Bree, but that didn't work. When he saw you tonight...it closed the deal," she said in almost a whisper.

"Is he going to beat on me?" I asked trying not to cry.

"I don't think so. I know the family, they are very wonderful. He just can't find anyone that is good enough for him. He is very picky, and a perfectionists. Just do what you are told, and you will be fine," she said walking around her desk to stand in front of me. "He is going to take care of your college and anything that you may need," she said trying to make me feel better. "Do you have any questions?" she asked rubbing my arms that were wrapped around me.

"How old is he?" I asked as a tear fell from my eye.

"Thirty- seven," she said simply. That wasn't too bad. I have had to be with older men before. I didn't say anything else and left the room. "Bella here," she said handing me a large envelope. "One more thing, I need your cell also," she said with her hand extended.

"Can I get my numbers off of this one?" I asked trying not to cry again.

"I took care of it. Bella, I'm sorry," she said as I handed her the phone and went back to my room. That was the first time in a year that I cried. As a person I felt like a piece of meat, like I didn't matter. You don't sell people. People used to sell slaves...that is what I was.

This isn't going to be beat'ed. I'm going to work on this in my down time. It won't be perfect but it will be better.