Don't kill me! I know I have other stories to write, but I am in a major block. Not Afraid is going to finish soon, I'm trying to think of another few chapters to write, then I gotta carry on the Last Mistake. But, Locked won the poll!
This is what I was hoping for! It will be Bella/Jasper. It was almost Bella/Emmett. It was off by a vote the last time I checked. I don't know how long the story will be. But i will be good.
I got the idea from watching Ben10 actually, where a young boy lives on the streets because he as abondoned by his family because of his freak power of manipulating electricity.
So yes, Bella is kicked out to the streets at a very young age. You'll find out why along the story, so just sit tight, and enjoy the rollercoaster Bella Levin calls life.
Summary: Bella has nothing, while he has everything. She was kicked out of the place she called home to live on the streets. Without love, without people who care, she is reduced to believing everyone will hurt her given the chance. He is her polar opposite. She is poor, he is rich. She lives in a a small corner underground near a subway station, he lives in a mansion-like home. He has friends who he trusts. She wears a small padlock around her neck. A/H.
Pairing: Bella/Jasper
Will the story be a happy or dark one? Definitely dark. May add a pinch of humor, and Jasper may bring light to the story.
Why do I write stories where the guy is always good and the girl is bad?
I find it's over used. Bad guy turns good because of good girls. It's like, Come the fuck on! It isn't just guys suffering in the world. There are girls that live on the streets, there are girls that have killed people, there are girls that live a fucking dark life because they have been traumatised. Well, this is my story. So we'll spice it up by playing with my rules.
All my loyal reviewers - I love you. Excuse my little bitch fit lol.
Oh, Italics is memories in this chapter.
And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel.
Bella POV.
I slowly opened my eyes, quietly peeling the arm away from my naked waist, sneakily climbing out of the bed and start searching fro my clothes. My feet hit the floor without even making a sound. I picked up my underwear, slipped it on, followed by my bra, faded denim mini skirt. Where the fuck was my top?
I silently picked up items off of the messy floor. Who was this guy again? I looked back to the bed where the large man lay. He had brown hair that spiked over his closed eyes, a dark sheet draped over his body. He wasn't fat, no he was just really well built. His feet were almost out of the bed, how fucking tall was this guy?
Found it! I pulled on my black tank top that had several rips up the sides. I looked around the room. Guess this guy was rich. A total slob, but rich. I grabbed the spare money on the table - who leaves money laying around? His loss, my gain -, there was some jewellery sitting on the dresser. So he had a girlfriend. I shrugged, pocketing it.
It's not like I didn't care that he slept with me even though he had a girlfriend. If I had a boyfriend that cheated on me, I'd be furious. Why be tied down when you can have fun all you want. No strings attached.
A gold bracelet? I picked it up in my hand. It was quite heavy, that would fetch a good price. I heard a loud groan, the bed creaked as the man tossed and turned.
Time to go, I swept as much jewellery into my pockets as I could before jumping out the open window. I smirked as I landed without a sound. I didn't look back as I ran back to the place I had called home for the last 6 years.
Hands in my pockets, I cringed at the bright sun. I swear that fucker just shone up in the sky mocking me. 'Look at me, I'm so bright and pure. You're pure to. A pure fucking being of darkness.'
Yeah, I hated the sun.
Someone bumped into my shoulder, and if I wasn't walking tense, i'm pretty sure I would have been knocked on my ass.
"Sorry, I didn't se yo-" He stopped, just watching me. I glared at the blond haired, blue eyes man with the southern accent.
"Whatever." I growled before walking away.
"Do I know you?" He asked again, jogging to catch up with me.
"No."
"Are you sure? I'm Jasper Whitl-"
"I didn't ask." I hissed, turning down a familiar alley.
"You shouldn't be walking these streets alone." His voice hinted something, but I couldn't figure it out. If only he knew.. I smirked in spite of myself. I knew these streets better than anyone.
"Hey, Little Girl. What are you doing out here?" A man's voice asked. My eleven year old self looked up at him. His face was covered in scratches, and he kept itching at an imaginary bug on his face. You could all ready tell he was a dope addict.
After living on the streets for a year, I knew everything there was about this place.
"Go away." I hissed, my voice stripped of any emotion.
"Don't be like that, young'in." He started reaching for me. I felt the blue sparks jumping around in my hands. He got closer, and closer. I reached for his face, firmly planting both hands on either side of it. The sparks licked away happily, he screamed, yelling "Witch!" "Stop it" "Have mercy!"
"Mercy?" I asked confused, slowly letting the sparks dim down, the man fell to the ground, dead. "Never heard of it."
Ignoring Jasper Whit-something, I carried on walking.
"Look, I'm trying to be nice here-"
"Whatever." I turned another street, walking back onto the footpath. The fucker wasn't going to know where I lived.
"Favourite word, half-pint?" He asked, clearly amused. I glared up at him. He had to be atleast 6'2. I was five foot flat.
"Fuck up." I stopped, hands on my hips defiantly. "Would you just piss off all ready?"
"Nah, I think I like you half-pint."
"Fuck up with the half-pint jokes!" I really hated it when people thought I was such a push over because of my height. They think they can tower over you, get whatever they want.
He reached out, ruffling my brown wavy tresses. I smacked his hand away, glaring through green eyes.
"You think height and weight is going to intimidate me?" I hissed, the sparks jumped in my hands. I balled my fists, my nails digging in my hands. The skin broke and now I could feel warm liquid run through my fingers.
"What's the matter, princess?" He taunted.
"What's the matter, princess?" The man stood over my ten year old self. "Everything! Isn't that right, princess?" He laughed cruelly.
"Shut up.." I whimpered, my hands fisted at my sides as I shook. From fear, from anger, from every emotion I felt right now.
"That's no way to alk to your daddy now, is it?" He hissed with a tight smile. His huge hand collided with my face. I bit my lip, not making a sound.
The electricity jumping in my hands.
"Well, I see two choices.. I can beat you to death right now." He held up one finger on his left hand. I shivered as the cold chills ran down my back. Die? I didn't want to die right now. But maybe, maybe if I die and go to heaven, someone might love me.
"No one loves you, freak! How could they? Look at that!" He pointed to the blue sparks that I was trying to keep at bay. "You were born a freak. You will die a freak."
"Shut up!" I yelled, the words echoing through my head.
"Even your mother hates you! Isn't that right, honey?" A woman with blonde hair walked toward the man, he wrapped an arm around her large waist.
"It's true. But I hear theres a deal going in the black market. Think how much cash we could get for her!" She jumped up and down excitedly. Then she looked at me, a fake smile lit up her face.
"If that diamond ring turns to ash,
Atleast momma can sell you for lotsa cash." She taunted. I shrunk back into the corner of the wall.
"Get out of my sight, Bella Levin. Tomorrow you will go to a new home.
A new home? Was I just some pet to give away. No, not give away, sell. They turned and walked to the bedroom. I cried my eyes out, before running out of the house and never looking back.
"Princess?" His voice was worried now. A hand touched my shoulder.
"Get away from me!" I screamed, thankful we were once again in a dark alley as my hands created the blue sparks. His hand retracted quickly, I didn't chance a look at his face before I turned and sprinted for the stingy little place I lived.
I pulled back the make-shift door. I simple black curtain. There was a foam mattress with two thin blankets, a few torn posters taped to the tiled wall.
I walked to the corner, sliding down the wall as the tears shook my body. I reached up, touching the black padlock chained around my neck.
"Get out of my sight, Bella Levin." The words echoed through my head.
I held the lock tightly in my hand, as if willing the emotions to stay there, instead of showing physically.
I sighed, punching the wall as hard as I could, ignoring the pain that shot through it.
I still had to sell the jewellery. I picked up the small compact mirror I had pick pocketed on my way back here. My eyeliner was smeared, mascara running down my pale face. The green in my eyes looked haunted. I splashed some water from the bottle on my face, before reapplying my makeup. I faked a smile once I was good to go, walking out of the place I now called home.
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