NOTE: I got a new story... all the characters are owned by SM but this story i took a little bit from books, soaps, and more. I hope you guys like it, please read and review. NO REVIEWS NO CONTINUATION.
CHAPTER 1: Beautiful Mess
I've been here for two weeks, two very long painful weeks; stuck inside four dark walls where I can't even look outside. No sunlight just darkness. I slide down from the rough cement covered walls to the floor crying. It has been two weeks being surrounded with darkness increasing my desire to die in this hell. Feeling cheated and blamed by a man who turned my life around with his sweet words; a relationship I believed was love ended up being a perfect disaster. I should have known that I was destined for failure—I am Bella Swan. I was over my head to believe that Edward Anthony Cullen would ever fall for a plain, poor girl. To think that Edward and I could live a happy loving life?
I thought he loved me…
A female cop approaches my jail cell and bangs her baton on the metal poles of my cell, "you have a visitor Swan." She yells.
I lift myself up from the floor, not speaking a word. The few days that I've been here were enough to learn to shut my mouth.
"Hands" she yells and bangs her baton to the cell, again.
I cringe trying not to let my evil hateful thoughts of her invade my mouth.
I put my hands through the small hole in the bars so she can handcuff me. I feel a tear falling from my eyes every time I feel those cold metal cuffs on me. If it didn't dawn on me that I was arrested while being in this cell, then the feeling of these cuffs on my wrists definitely did.
"Where are we going?"
"You have a visitor"
"Who?"
"Do I look like your fucking receptionist?" She rudely responded.
Once we were at the visitor section they sat me on the table number 8. Since I wasn't on trial yet, I was not assigned to a prison. At least I am able to touch my mother's hands before I am sent to hell. It is the only place that the orange jumpsuit and cell invades my mind…but I can't get too carried away since the room is filled with female guards, strapped with guns and poles; covering all exits.
As I sit here waiting I try to figure out who it could be.
Once I saw those green eyes my heart started to accelerate; maybe he came to apologize, maybe we are finally going to be together, maybe he came to tell me that he loves me and that he believes me. Maybe, just maybe he came to rescue me from this nightmare. My heart beats a million miles per hour as he approaches. Once he sat down and I saw his green eyes turn dark with hate; the excitement I felt turned to fear. My hands tremble and my eyes start to water; why couldn't he believe me? Who would fill his heart with such hate?
He looks at me taking in my orange suit and low ponytail. Definitely not my normal attire...
"So this is where you are?" He states looking around
I couldn't speak I was frozen not knowing what his words will reflect.
"You had this all planed! We trusted you and this is how you repay us, repay me!" He yelled slamming his fist on the table. His eyes showed too much pain, he looked like he wanted to cry but he held his tears. I was about to respond but he cut me off. "You—Isabella broke me apart!" Rage coming though his eyes "You used me, do you not understand the shit you made my family go through. You lied and manipulated all of us to get what you wanted. Was this you plan? Was making me believe that you loved me a lie?" He pressed his nose with his index finger and thumb.
I couldn't take anymore "why are you here? What do you want from me? If you came to make fun of me you should have stayed home." I was standing up but he told me to stop before taking a step.
"No, no I didn't come to make fun of anyone. On the contrary, I came to congratulate you because you are the master of deceit because you made me believe all of your lies. All of them! Even the one where you told me that I was the only man you loved."
At this point I couldn't take it anymore so I slam my hands on the table with all of my strength. "How dare you doubt that? I woke up seeing cops accusing me of a crime I didn't commit. Yes, I loved you, but that love is now lost because of this stupid calumny!"
"Calumny! How can I believe that what you are saying is true after all of these lies?"
We were both heated yelling at each other to the point that a jail guard had to tell us to keep it down.
I took a deep breath "you are going to be sorry for saying all of those things. I hate you!" I stood up and left. The man I loved died just like my heart.
"So why don't you start from the beginning…How did you end up in Cullen beauty Inc.?"
I desperately needed to get out of here so a lawyer was the only option. My best friend, since childhood, Jasper Whitlock (he was six and I four) has decided to fight for me. We both grew up in South Park, Seattle a poor neighborhood in Seattle [both] from lower class families who could barely afford a stack of rice: my mother a gardener/housekeeper and his father a taxi driver. Since our parents couldn't afford a babysitter, we practically had to take care of each other. We may not be related but he is my brother; the one put Neosporin on my scabs, threatened the bullies away, and supported me when my mother wasn't around. As little kids we wished for our parents to get married so we can be "real" siblings, but as time passed we realized that paper is not important. When Jasper turned 18 he got a full scholarship to the University of Miami to study pre-law. Ever since we were kids I can clearly remember Jasper reading about American History and war life. He was obsessed like one of those star wars fans. I was devastated when he left especially, since; I was anti-social in high school. I couldn't take being away from my bestie, so I worked my butt off for an entire year so I could graduate a year earlier. Then a year later, I followed my brother to the University of Miami where I graduated in chemical engineering and.
Because of our close relationship people have thought that we were in a relationship. But there were never been any romantic feelings towards each other. I will say that he was my first kiss, but that was because ugly Randolph Ferreira with the crusty lips wanted to kiss me when we played seven minutes in heaven. Just like he rescued me in Martha's basement when we were in middle school I know he will do the same now.
I held on to Jasper's hands like if my life depended on it. He was the only one who can prove my innocence. Tears falling down my swollen red eyes "Jasper you know I would never do this. I just followed Tanya's orders, I was doing what I thought was my job…"
-BELLA GOES BACK IN TIME TO THE BEGINNING-
"Mom, I'm going off to work!" I yelled as I got my red vest and baseball cap with the company's logo from the kitchen counter.
I've been working at Newton Outfitters for three years now. Seven dollars an hour is not enough to provide for my sick mother and me. At the age of 37 my mother, Renee, fell down two flights of stairs dislocating her spinal cord leaving her paralyzed. Renee has always taken care of me so by the time I graduated from college it was my time to repay her. And since Newton had an open slot in this tough economy I had to take the first job available.
Working at Newton was literally hell on earth. I had to attend to picky high class fishermen, hunters, and hikers. They would come in here with an air of confidence thinking that they are better than anyone; asking for unnecessary information, wanting to touch and try everything, and then to top it all off, they want a discount for being a committed customer. I'm pretty sure my name tag says Sales Associate not Manager.
"Bella"
Maybe I should try bartending…I'm pretty sure I would make more cash than here…
"Bella!" I was brought out of my thought by Mike Newton, son of owner Richard Newton.
"What?" I didn't mean to be rude but he has been annoying the crap out of me. What could he possibly want from me? The store is empty and organized.
"What to do you say if we take a break…" he started to get come after me like a shark to its prey. It makes me feel uncomfortable and irritated (even when he sees me pinned up to the register). I shiver, but its not the: I see a hot guy, shiver. It's the: get me out of here, shiver. Once he approaches me, he leaned his lips to my ears "Ever since you started I've always wanted to fuck you." He then put his hands on my hips. The smell of alcohol present in his breath.
I couldn't take his harassment so I pushed him away. "Get your hands off me!"
His face got red with anger "Oh really Bella, you're gonna play hard to get? I've seen the way you look at me-the way your eyes zoom into my dick!"
I looked at him like he is crazy. All I see is a disgusting man who has no respect for his employees. "Mike please get away from me. I really need this job." I was pleading. Losing this job will mean that we have to live in the streets. Or worse, I would have to ask Jasper for money and I hate being a charity case. He now lives in Massachusetts so I would hate to have to tell him "hey Jazz I need cash. I'm sorry to disturb you from your amazing life with Maria but I really need your help because I'm a loser who can't get a real job."
"Well if you want it then you better oblige. I am management and I say what goes."
"No please Mike."
He started to walk towards me so I took my purse and hit him on the head with it. I had my small tote bag so it was pretty heavy with books and papers. I was glad I had my chemical engineering book (hardcover big book). Hopefully, he will get a concussion out of it.
"You fucking bitch!" he spat at me.
I ran away afraid that he may go back to touching me.
"You better run because you will never come back to working here!"
As soon as I was miles away I sat down in a park bench and cried. Why is it that life is being so cruel to me? Everyone seems to be having this fabulous life while I make minimum pay at a crappy job. I really need a job because if I don't get one soon my mother and I will be living off the streets. I don't want to fail my mother; the person who brought me to this Earth and provided for me. I wipe my tears away and see the New York Times newspaper; once I pick it up I go straight to the classified section. Who would purchase the New York Times in Phoenix, Arizona? As I read the listings I see one for Cullen Beauty Inc for an assistant cosmetic chemist.
Need Assistant Cosmetic Chemist for Cullen Beauty. She must possess a Bachelor of Science in Chemistry and…Please apply only if you have the qualifications listed above. Please e-mail resume and CV to _.
Maybe I can do this…New York City is very far away, but with a better job we can get an apartment. And it's closer to Jasper, only four hours away. I rush home feeling lighter and optimistic.
It's been three days. This wait is worst than waiting for a phone call from a guy who barely took you to a decent date. I keep looking at my phone every five minutes thinking that every ring could be them.
"Ring. Ring"
"Oh my God mom please let me pick that up." I rushed to the phone before her.
"Hello…" I bit my bottom lip, nervousness radiating.
"Relax Bella." My mom whispers behind me.
I shush her "mom I'm trying to listen."
"May I speak with Ms. Swan?"
"Yes, this is she…it's me Isabella…I'm Bella." I mumble.
"Hello Ms. Swan. I'm Valerie Gilbert the human resource director at Cullen Beauty. And I wanted to inform you that we were so impressed with your resume that we want you to start on Monday. Do you feel comfortable enough to take a position without interview?"
"Uh…yeah yeah!" Very intelligent Bella.
"We really need some to start soon and with your credentials we feel confident to bring you in."
"I can't wait."
"Well its our pleasure, let me transfer you to my assistant so she can give you all the details."
I guess God answered my prayers; I finally got a job!