This is my first fan fiction but I hope it won't be my last. I would really like to get feedback to know what I'm doing wrong...or right. I've been reading fan fics for about five years now and I've really wanted to try to write my own. I promise not all the chapters will be this short or boring. I have plans to take this story a good distance with your help. Please read and review.
"Where am I?" I ask myself. Everything was dark and blurry. I heard a muffled voice somewhere. I look around, and don't see much of anything. The muffled voice seemed like it was getting closer. I pinpoint where the sound was coming from and blindly walk towards it. I kept blinking my eyes hoping they would adjust to the darkness but they don't. The voice was getting clearer the more I walk towards it. It was like it was telling me to do something...Like it was telling me to...
"Run!" The voice screamed at me. "Run Bella! RUN!" I didn't understand why. I wanted to ask but whoever was telling me to run was also pulling on me, trying to get me to go the direction I just came from. I couldn't see anything. Not even the person pulling on me. I knew it was a man from his voice and his big, rough hand around my wrist. I hear another muffled voice coming our direction. The man pulling on my wrist became more urgent telling me to run and this worried me. I gave in and allowed my feet to move wherever this stranger pulled me to. The second voice seemed to get closer and clearer like the first voice but when I finally could hear the voice clear enough a chill ran up my spine.
"Bella...Bella." The second voice sang. It was sinister and scared the hell out of me. I tried to run faster but I couldn't. I tried to scream for help but couldn't find my voice. The footsteps behind us were getting faster. The second man was now running after us. Again, I tried to push myself to go faster but it seemed like I was starting to go slower. I pushed harder but still I went no faster. Now it was like the stranger and I were moving in slow motion. Unfortunately the man behind us was still going very fast. Next thing I know someone grabbed my hair hard and pulled me backwards. I found my voice and screamed.
"NOOO! Let go of me!" then my eyes shot open. I sat up in my bed and looked around. It was bright outside and I heard lawnmowers moaning. I looked over to my clock that read out eight in the morning. I sigh and laid back down. "It was just a bad dream." I told myself. I closed my eyes to go back to sleep but the lawnmowers were too loud. I groaned and sat up again. Looking towards the window I yelled out. "Who gets up this early to mow the damn grass?" knowing no one would hear me, and I wouldn't get an answer. I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and grimace. My hair is a mess and I have dark circles under my eyes. I decide to get in the shower to wake up better.
When I get out of the bathroom I look back towards my clock that says eight thirty. What the hell? How was I in there for thirty minutes? It felt like ten minutes, if that. I drag my feet to the closet to get dressed, then head to the kitchen to find food. I'm nineteen and live on my own in this one bedroom, one bath apartment. Not the greatest thing, but not the worst either. It looks decent and the rent is cheap. I open the food cabinet and grab a pop-tart. One hell of a breakfast.
I kinda miss living with my parents but it was time for me to move out and get a job. Plus if I ever got a boyfriend I wouldn't want to bring him back to my parents place for my dad, Chief Swan, to scare him off. So far my dad has scared off two old boyfriends of mine, saying they weren't good enough for his little girl. Apparently no one is good enough for his 'little girl'. So here I am. Living on my own, working at Walmart, single...Still, and eating a pop-tart for breakfast. I'm living the life. I sighed and walked over to my work schedule.
Damn...I have to go to work tonight. At least it's only a five hour shift. I really enjoyed work when I started at Walmart during Christmas time, but now that the holidays are over everyone has lost their Christmas spirit and are grumpy most of the time. There are two main things that keep me there and dealing with rude customers. One, I have a few regulars that would miss me. Two, I really need the money. I work as a cashier and most of my shifts are night, which are okay but I have those nights that make me want to crawl in a hole. A few nights ago we were very slow and a random guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to have sex with him. Unfortunately I have to be nice and couldn't tell him where to shove it. I declined but he was persistent. I finally had to get a manager over there to get the guy to leave. Thankfully I haven't run into him since.
I walk over to the couch and plop down next to my cat, Mr. Buttons. The five year old little girl, Kenna, that stays with her mom in the apartment next to me found him and named him. Unfortunately her mom wouldn't let her keep Mr. Buttons because they already had a dog...Named Noodles. Go figure. At least Kenna was trying to be creative. Kenna and her mom came to me and asked if I wanted him so I kept him and his name. Kenna comes to visit Mr. Buttons almost everyday and we both have become very attached to him. He's sweet, gentle, and just so darn fluffy and adorable with his black and white fur. It's hard not to like him.
I turn the TV on and decide to watch a movie while I eat my pop-tart. Mr. Buttons climbed onto my lap and fell asleep about halfway through the movie. An hour later the credits were finishing up when there was a knock on my door. I go to answer it and see little Kenna standing there with a cat toy for Mr. Buttons.
"Hi miss Bella." Kenna grinned. "I made Mr. Buttons a new toy yesterday at school." She held it out for me to get a better look. It was a stick with a string attached to the end and at the end of the string was a feather tied on. I smiled at her.
"That's really neat Kenna. I think Mr. Buttons will like it a lot. Come on in, he's on the couch." I let her walk past me into the apartment then I shut the door and follow her. "Also I told you a million times, just call me Bella. When you add 'miss' in front of it I feel older than what I am." I say in a teasing voice. I actually hate the fact that I'm getting older, but then again, so do most people. I just don't think that they start to worry about that until they get closer to thirty.
"Sorry that I keep calling you 'miss'. It's just a habit. Besides, you are old compared to me." she winked at me. I laughed because she had a point. We went over to Mr. Buttons and showed him his new toy. Of course he liked it, any cat would. He played with it for a good thirty minutes before he decided he wanted food. I went over to the kitchen to fill his water and food bowl while Kenna picked a movie for us to watch. We finish two movies and some grilled cheese sandwiches before I told her I had to start getting ready for work.
"I'll see you tomorrow Bella. Bye Mr. Buttons." Kenna petted him on his furry little head, waved to me, then headed home. She was a good kid. If I ever have kids, I hope I can raise them to be as well behaved as her. I went to my bedroom and dragged out my work clothes. I got dressed, grabbed my truck keys, and headed to work.
Walmart was only fifteen minutes away from my place but driving there, almost everyday, was tiring. As I pull into my usual parking spot I see that it's not very busy today. Thank goodness. I brush my hair and put on my eyeliner. There was a knock on my window and I jumped. It was one of my co-workers, Jacob Black. I swear, I have a blush on my face every time I see him. Jacob is one of the few male cashiers and he's hot as hell. Short jet black hair, amazing muscles underneath bronze skin, and melt your heart caramel eyes. If he wasn't married and had a kid...Oh the things I would do to him. I get out of my truck and smile up at him.
"Hey Bells. What time are you here to?" he asked, returning my smile with those beautiful white teeth. I was dazed for a minute before I was able to get a hold of myself.
"Um...I think midnight. They're giving me a short shift tonight, thankfully. I'm getting tired of getting off at two in the morning." I sigh and start walking towards the building with Jacob beside me.
"Yeah. Thankfully I get off at midnight too." he chuckled. He always gets off at midnight. He's been here for three years so he has a more set schedule.
"Alright smart ass, I'll kick you." we both knew it was an empty threat but I still like making them.
"Just try it shorty. I may file harassment charges on you." He winked at me. I knew that he was joking but the thought of getting fired over empty threats worried me. The manager doesn't care if it's empty or not. You threaten someone and they complain about it, you're history. I'm going to have to watch who I threaten.
"Sure, sure." I say, trying to keep the concern out of my voice. We reach the time clock and Jacob lets me clock in first. Right on time. After he clocks in we both walk to the front to get our assigned register for the day. I see Jessica over by the book that shows where we go. Jessica is my best female friend here while Jacob is my best guy friend. I can't choose who I like more. Jacob and I greet her and look over her shoulder at the book to see where we go. A smile spreads across my face and I hear Jacob sigh in frustration.
"Shit." he groaned. "I hate register three." Everyone hated register three. The hand scanner didn't always work and neither did the card reader on the customers side. Some customers get upset when we have to swipe their card on our side. Even though it's one of the worst registers, it's one of the busiest with it being a 20 items or less line. So someone has to be on it. I have to go to register nine while Jessica has to do seventeen's break then settle at register eleven next to me.
"See you later Jacob. Have fun." I say sarcastically and he dragged his feet toward three. I turn to Jessica. "I'll see you in fifteen minutes I guess. I have something I want to talk to you about."
"Alright. Hopefully the person on seventeen won't take an extended break. I hate when some think it's okay to have a thirty minute break just because they don't feel like coming back to their register." she sighed, turned and headed to seventeen while I went to nine.
When I got to my register it was fairly neat for once. The only thing that worries me now is inside the register. I'm OCD when it comes to having everything nice and neat. It makes everything easier. Walmart has some employees that don't give a shit and just tosses the money in the drawer having bills turned different directions and overflowing it's slot. It's ridiculous that they can't take that two extra seconds to flip the bill around, and make it neat. We even had a meeting about keeping our registers clean and organized. Oh well, some will never change.
I log onto the computer, take down my closed sign, and flip my light on. As soon as my light is turned on I already have a customer. It's like they have an extra sense that tells them another line is about to open and goes running to avoid a wait. I smile and greet them. I ask them how they are doing tonight, the usual. Same routine every time I come to work. Though some nights are more interesting than others. I pray tonight is one of those night.
My first customer is an older lady with a lot of cat food. I get done scanning all her items and give her the total. Of course she pays with a check which means my drawer won't open for me to inspect it. Great. Maybe someone will pay in cash soon or get cash back on their debit card. Three more customers come and go. All pay with a debit card, no cash back. I'm not sure why I care so much if my drawer is in order or not. If it is then awesome, if not I'll just straighten it. No big deal right? Wrong. My OCD is too strong. I want to know it's in order now. I see Jessica heading my way to get the register next to me when another customer comes up. Tall man, maybe thirty, with a fishing pole.
"Time to go fishing?" I ask. I like talking to my customers. It's nice at times to have a conversation with them. If it's a big order, it makes the time seem like it goes by faster. In this case he just replies with a 'Yeah' and kills the conversation. I tried. I give him his total and he pulls out cash. Yes! He gives exact change and leaves. He must have been in a hurry because he didn't want a receipt. I type in the amount he gave me and my drawer pops open. Just as I feared. The drawer was a mess. Since it's already open, and I have no one in my line, might as well go ahead and straighten it up. I just got done organizing the top part when I heard a voice come from behind me.
"Excuse me miss. Can I get change for a twenty?" I turn slightly to face the person that beautiful voice came from and froze at what I saw. This man could possibly be more gorgeous than Jacob, and trust me, that takes a lot. He was tall with a mess of bronze hair on his head. He wore a form fitting tank top that showed off his pale skin that was toned up to have a nice muscle but not too bulky. Every angle on his face was flawless. Strong, very kissable, jaw line. Perfect lips that looks like they need to be kissed, licked, or nibbled on. Maybe all three. Then the heart stopping green eyes. Oh my.
Like I said, not all the chapters will be this short and boring. Please review so that I can have more motivation to finish the next chapter. :)
