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THREE YEARS AGOBella handed Edward the last of her precious stash. It was foolish of her to do this, of course, but he was pretty damn sexy. She couldn't resist. Edward greedily accepted the cocaine and began trying to crush the rocks of the whitish powder through the bag.
"I know this is stupid of me to give this all to you." Bella whispered. Edward's only acknowledgement of Bella was a slight nod as he dug in his pocket for the razors and mirror chip.
"But one day, you'll be off this shit. You'll have a steady job and a place to live. You'll actually make money. And I know that when this day comes, you'll help me out. You'll repay me for all the shit you've mooched for the past year and a half. You got that?"
Edward kept fumbling for the razor. He was sure he had it with him…
Bella grabbed Edward's searching hand and turned his face to hers. "You hear me, Edward? You'll be better someday. Better than this. Better than me. You'll repay me then." Edward stared into Bella's eyes, searching for something magical. For a minute, he was sure he had seen her irises sparkle, but that might have been a side effect from the LSD he was coming off. Also a gift from the brunette beauty, who just happened to be the best drug dealer around.
"Okay, sure. I'll help you then." Edward said, doubting he'd ever get off the drugs he had been depending on for the past year and a half. It had started when he was prescribed a narcotic for neck pain and been given hallucinogens as a joke.
"Promise me, Edward." Bella's stare was unwavering. "Promise you'll get better."
"Sure, sure, yeah, I promise," he said, sticking a Marlboro in his mouth but not lighting it.
Bella cast him a beatific smile. "Thank you," she said, and for a moment, Edward felt tender towards the girl. But it lasted for only a second.
THREE YEARS LATER (PRESENT DAY)
Bella pushed open the door to the barren apartment. "Alice?"
Alice came out of the bathroom, wearing a bra and trying to get into a pair of fishnets. "Yeah?"
"Where you going, Alice?" Alice shrugged, reaching for the always-present pack of cigarettes on the dumpy dresser.
"Where I always go on Fridays. Duh." She said, picking up the cigarettes and opening the drawer to look for a lighter. Bella nodded. Alice was always a classier hooker on Fridays, waiting outside of nightclubs that sold actual Grey Goose, not some crappy knockoff like on other weekdays. In a way, Bella was Alice's pimp. Alice worked as a prostitute, Bella supplied her with drugs and a home as long as Alice paid her one tenth of her weekly income and gave Bella a free kinky hour once a week. They'd enacted all of Bella's favorite books and movies, which were surprisingly tasteful for a woman of her stature, and Bella was getting a little bored. But she wasn't going to kick Alice out. She wasn't a cruel person. And she definitely wasn't giving up sexy Sundays.
"Hey, Bella, what's this?" Alice held up a crumpled piece of paper. Bella shrugged it off as a magazine fitness ad she'd wanted to try, turning to her kitchen pot drawer and grabbing an ounce for her pocket.
"Bella, you should look at this." Alice had flattened the paper as best as possible, making it obvious that it was a bill notice. "I think it's important."
"What is it?" Bella groaned, groping for the minifridge without bothering to get up.
"It's some sort of bill notice."
"I have until the second to pay it off, Alice. I've only gotten one."
"No Bella. You see, this says it's the second. And that if we wanted to stay in this apartment, we had until yesterday to pay it off."
Bella shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance. So what if they were a day or two late paying the bills? They'd manage. They always did. And if a guy came to pick them up, Alice could offer them a free fuck. Hell, Bella would offer them a free fuck. Or let them sit (or participate) in sexy Sunday. It would work out, right?
"Bella," Alice said cautiously. "I think we're in deep shit."
Bella smacked her head against the counter. "Alice, we'll be fine." Though Bella meant it as reassurance, she felt the comment was more of a question. They'd be fine. They'd get through this, like they always did. In a way, Alice reminded Bella of Edward, kind of. So dependant, yet so independent. Alice and Edward both needed Bella to live, but Bella also needed them. They were nearly as addicting as the drugs Bella dealt. Edward more so, in Bella's mind, because of his clear, charismatic, understated nature. He was so sweet and always seemed interested—well, as interested as someone high off of cocaine, marijuana, LSD, heroin, or a mix of the four could seem. Alice was bubbly. That really was the only word to describe Alice's nature. Bella liked that Alice was so… intoxicating, and didn't ever drop her happy charade, even when she was thirsting for a fix, which Bella always provided. One of the perks of being a drug dealer; feeling wanted. Bella was always wanted, if not by Alice or Edward, then by her other loyal customers, Tyler, Lauren, Jessica, Mike, Eric, and Angela. Her regulars. Sometimes she had people who were long relations, as she liked to call them. The Denali sisters, Tanya, Kate, Irina and her boyfriend Laurent. James and Victoria. Garrett. Peter and Charlotte. Sometimes even Maria, who always argued and threatened Bella for cheaper drugs, but ended up paying the most. Bella was desired and knew it. Of course, out of all the addictions Bella catered to, hers was the worst. She always had the pick of the best stuff, which she obviously saved for herself. And the best stuff was the strongest, so when Bella had only half par stuff, she needed more. And more and more. Bella was in deeper shit than Alice thought.
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-M-uh and Liane.
