I inhaled the smoke deeply, revelling in the high of the meth. I exhaled and the smoke floated up towards the ceiling. Life hasn't been easy since that jackass left me. It's been two years and my life has gone to hell.
Charlie passed away on my nineteenth birthday, he had a heart attack while we were at dinner. After the funeral, I left Forks and moved back to Pheonix. I've been living in a small one room apartment sponsored by my...friend, Jax. The deal between me and Jax is that I work for him four nights a week and in exchange he pays for the meth and rent. He gets seventy percent of my profit and I get twenty. It doesn't bother me that much, I don't have a very big appetite. I never did and since I started the meth I hardly ever eat.
Remember those walls I built?
Well baby they're tumblin' down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound
Beyonce's Halo chimed from my cell phone, Jax's ringtone.
I lifted the phone to my ear and hit answer. "Whada ya need, Jax?"
"Bella, you were supposed to work on South Main last night. You didn't show." He was angry, this was the third time I hadn't shown up for work.
I sighed. "Yeah, I know. I lost track of time. Won't happen again."
"It better not. If it does you'll be out of a sponsor."
My breath caught in my throat and I coughed on the acidic smoke. "Jax, you can't be serious!"
"I'm very serious, Bella. You've been slacking lately. Get your shit together or else."
"Alright, alright. Do you want me to work tonight?"
He cleared his throat as a female giggled in the back. I heard a shuffling and fainlty a 'Shh. Daisy you gotta be quiet!' There was another shuffling and then the noise of Jax clearing his throat. "Yeah. Cover for Daisy. She covered for you last night so you gotta repay. She was supposed to do King tonight. Cover King. Ten to six."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, sure. Wait, Ten to six? Jax, I can't I-"
"Oh well. Get to work, Bella. No excuses."
The line went dead and I stared at the clock. It read eight-thirty. Shit.
I jumped off my bed, disoriented from the drugs, and ran to my closet. There was a Striped Shimmer Tube Dress from Forever 21 so I slipped that on along with a pair of cracked metallic heels. After striaghtening my newly dyed auburn brown hair, I applied some mascara and silver eyeshadow and bounded out the door.
Luckily, King wasn't far from my house. Only about a block.
As I walked to work, a car pulled up beside me, a customer probably. He wound down his window and stopped by the curb. "Hey, sexy. You workin' tonight?"
I smirked and approached the gentleman, bracing myself on his door. "I most certainly am. Would you like some company? You look awful lonely."
He smiled and gestured to the passenger door. "Come on in." I worked my way around his hood and hopped in his car. He drove to an empty parking lot and cut the engine. "So, how much to you charge?"
"Two-fifty an hour."
Instead of pulling out a wallet, he pulled out a badge. "Miss, I'm Officer Jones with the Seattle Police Department. I'm going to have to arrest you with charges of prositution."
My heart began to pound in my chest. "What the hell?"
He stepped out of the car and I followed suit. "Ma'am, put your hands behind your head." I did as he said and I felt cool metal make contact with my wrists.
I could not believe this.
