This story has been in my head for a long long time, and I've finally finished. I went over this so many times so I hope its up to par.

Disclaimer: Everyone here probably already knows I do not own Twilight. We can only wish, right? :D Go ahead and R&R

Bella's POV

"Don't do anything reckless or stupid." He ordered. I gasped, but nodded. I could feel the tears welling up in the corners of of eyes. He turned to go.

"Edward wait! I love you! Isn't that enough?" I cried desperately. He turned back, to look at me. I could see the irritation in his eyes...and it killed me.

"No. I don't love you anymore. Were done." With that he turned around again, and I watched as he left me there. My whole world was ending. I needed him. His love. I couldn't live without him. I snapped.

"Edward! Please don't leave me! I love you! I love you so much. Edward. I need you!" I felt the stinging tears hit my cheeks as I sobbed. My Edward, my love, had left me.

I woke up, drenched in sweat, with tears in my eyes.. I sat in bed for what seemed like hours breathing deeply, body shaking, and mind foggy. I was in a state. I got up and walked across the hardwood floor so I could stand in front of the small mirror. I could feel the wetness on my cheeks and as I looked in the mirror I frowned in disgust at my reflection. I had dark circles under my eyes. My hair hung in thin strands hitting my shoulders. My eyes were bloodshot, and my skin was pasty white. This was how it was.

As the water splashed over my body I trembled. I could feel the little pings of water hitting me one by one. It was comforting. I washed my hair with the strawberry shampoo that I always used. My breathing slowly became normal, as I did.

I looked at myself again. The shower had helped. My hair and skin looked better and that made me feel good. I put on a black skirt, and a pink tank top. My style had changed. My black sandals completed my look. I hated high heels. I combed my hair and put on makeup to cover my circles. Too many sleepless nights had made it look as if I bruises. My makeup was barely covering it up these days.

"Bella!" Eric exclaimed as I made my way down the stairs to the bar. I gave him a grin.

"Hello Eric darling." I said as he came to embrace me. Me and Eric went way back. His mom had been a friend of my dads. I hadn't known him at all. Three years ago when Charlie had passed away he and his mother had offered me the apartment above their bar. I had gladly excepted due to the fact that I had nowhere to go. I was sullen and moody, and after awhile Eric had deemed me a lost cause. After 6 months I finally come out of my shell. Eric was surprisingly nice and didn't ask for an explanation for my unexplained depression. Two months had passed before I had told him my life story. To say that changed things between us was an understatement. Eric understood me after that. He became one of my best friends. I loved him so much.

He cupped my face in his hands and studied me.

"Whats wrong Bella?" I shrugged. Before I cold answer him, a voice shouted.

"Bella dear!" I looked over to see Jazmine. I grinned. With black hair, olive skin, and large brown eyes Jazmine could only be described as exotic.

"Hey Jazzy." I said as she pulled me into a big hug. Jazmine and Eric had been best friends since eighth grade, or that's what they told me. I believed them. They had told me there stories after mine had been explained. It was amazing they could stay friends after all they have been through.

Jazzy narrowed her eyes at me as she studied my face. I couldn't help but but fidget as she looked me over.

"Oh gosh Bella. If I ever meet the mother fucker who did this to you I will murder his ass." I couldn't help but chuckle. I looked over to see Eric frowning at me.

"What do you mean Jazmine? How did you know its because of Edward that she looks this way." I was proud of myself when I didn't flinch when Eric said His name.

"Its obviously because of a guy, and what other guy would it be?" She asked, as she gave him a glare. He mumbled something, rolled his eyes and went back to washing the counters.

"Do you have to work today Bells?" Jazmine asked. I nodded. She looked at me in sympathy. I had a horrible job. One that was degrading, didn't pay much, and was gross, but I was good at it. To put it simply I was a stripper. I know. Sad. Eric, and Helen had offered me a job but I declined. I dint want to take so much from them. They had already helped me so much. I wanted to earn my money on my own. Plus the job was only temporary. I had to admit it was a sucky job though, and most people didn't understand.

"That reminds me. I have to pick up Kristin." I said as I glanced at the clock. It read 12:00. I had slept late. I walked out of the bar after a hasty goodbye to Jazmine and Eric. My Chevy truck had broken down two years ago. I sighed. My new truck was bigger, better, and black. It had cost a fortune. I had used the money my dad had left behind for me. Jazmine and Eric had been impressed when they saw it. I could understand why. I climbed into the front seat and pulled away from the parking lot.

I drove to Kristin's neighborhood. I hated driving up here. She didn't live in the best neighborhood, but still. Kristin was one of my best friends.

She was waiting outside her house. Kristin was a gorgeous girl. She was 24, and had long red hair with green eyes and a body any model would kill for. Unlike a bunch of the girls that stripped, Kristin had class. I knew the only reason she did this was because she needed the money, desperately. Kristin had befriended me the first day of work. She kinda took me under her wing. I loved her like an older sister.

She opened the door to the truck and jumped in.

"Hey darling." She drawled. I smiled at her. Kristin's life was a sad story. She had married young. Right out of high school. She told me she thought she knew him. But he only ended up hurting her. She didn't deserve that. After two years of abuse her best friend Jason had helped her escape. I had met Jason loads of times, considering the fact that she lived with him. He was sweet, and I saw the way he looked at her. I knew he had hidden feelings for Kris, and the way she acted around him...well it wasn't hard to tell. They were perfect for each other.

"Rough night?" She asked, eying the bags underneath my bloodshot eyes. I shrugged.

"I had a dream." She understood immediately. When we first met she had known from the start that I was hiding something. Something tragic. (I had come to find she was a very perceptive person) It was only a matter of time before I told her. Sometimes I felt like she was the only one that understood how much it hurt.

"Did you see him again?" I nodded at her question. I think she could tell I didn't want to talk about. Our ride back to Eric's bar was silent.

"Krissy!" Jazmine shrieked. I made to cover my ears. Kristin rolled her eyes. Jazzy loved Kristin, and I knew secretly Kris felt the same way. Kris had once told me she used to have a little sister who had died at the age of seventeen from a drug overdose. Kristin's sister had been loud and very cheerful. I think Jazmine reminded Kristin of her.

"Hello Jazzy. Wheres Eric?" She asked as she stepped out of the truck.

"Working." Jazzy made a face. I giggled. Jazmine hated that Eric worked so much.

"Well lets go see him." Kristin adored Eric. She thought he was cute. She didn't dare flirt with him though. She had this crazy notion that Jazmine and Eric belonged with each other, and they were secretly in love. When she had told me her theory I had burst into laughter. Eric, and Jazmine? I don't think so. I just didn't see it. They fought like cat and dog, and the fact that they had known each other forever, and seen each other through the worst, well...it just seemed like more of a sibling relationship.

"Eric!" Kris came and gave him a hug. He smiled at her.

"Hey Kristin. Whats up?" She gave a smirk.

"The usual. What about you? Had any hot dates recently?" I knew she was itching to glance pointedly at Jazmine. Kris couldn't help it sometimes. She loved to play matchmaker. I knew for a fact Eric had only had one night stands recently.

"Nah. After Alyssa I don't think I could handle anything serious." We all grimaced at the mention of Eric's ex girlfriend.

"Awww. Don't worry angel. I'm sure there's a girl out there for you." This time she couldn't help it. She cast a glance at Jazmine who was busy examining a new fashion magazine. Thankfully Eric didn't notice Kristin's look. I decided to interrupt.

"OK you guys. I have a plan to get over Edward." They all turned to me. I didn't usually talk about Edward.

"Have hot, wild, crazy sex with a complete stranger...and prey to god I don't get STDs." I said. They all stared. Jazmine blinked.

"Woo Hoo! That's the way to go girl!" Kristin thumped me on the back. Everyone laughed, and the tension was broken. I smiled as I leaned back against the bar. My new life wasn't great. It still hurt, but it was getting better. At least I had my friends.

A/N: I fixed and I fixed this chapter but I still think its not up to the level I wanted it to be, but I was so tired of rewriting over and over, so I decided to just wing it. Next chapter will be in Jasper's POV, and at Bella's strip club. OK, with that said lets get down to other business.

Like the characters I made up. I will have links up on my profile that will show them as I see them. You obviously don't have to go look at them, but I think I chose really good pictures, so yeah. I recommend taking a look, so you can see how I imagine them.:)

Oh and I know Bella being a stripper isn't something that she would normally do, but the breakup changed her. And I also want to make it perfectly clear that the is an All Human Fic. So just keep that in mind.

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