AN: So I have tried my hand at FF once before and had life happen that I had to walk away. I am hoping to finish a few chapters at a time and publish as soon as they are done. No promises on time that is what made me quit last time.
** Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight I own nothing but the plot **
Chapter 1
Bella's POV
"Holy fuck who are they" Jessica whisper-yells into my ear over the music.
Dear God I have no clue but the blonde god I could lick him from head to toe. I say none of this and shrug at Jessica. We are downtown at the most amazing club I have ever been in getting drunk because I just landed my dream job. I am Isabella Swan, I am 25 years old and just landed a job in the contracts department at Cullen & Whitlock industries.
Jessica and I grab our cosmos off the bar and head to the dance floor. Tonight I plan on dancing until my feet feel like falling off, which may be difficult to feel with the amount of vodka I have ingested. The blonde god and his arch angels are at a table off to the side of the dance floor. Jessica and I start bobbing to the music and I sway my hips back and forth slowing inching over to the heavenly table, listen to me and my church talk in a bar snort. I lose myself in the music not that I can dance but I can play music and love it so much. I am not paying much attention to my surroundings just enjoying being out with my best (and only) friend and celebrating. I start to sway and realize my 5th or is it my 6th cosmo is gone, empty, finished. "
Shit I am empty Jess" I yell.
As we make our way back to the bar I have the feeling I am being watched so out of habit I turn to look behind me and tall and sexy is staring unabashed at me with a smirk on his beautiful lips I wink back and turn back toward Jess as we continue the rest of the way back to the bar for drinks. My night went as planned I drank and celebrated until I thought I would puke hoped in a taxi with Jess and made it home in one piece. I never did shake the feeling of being watched even once the "heavenly" table got up and left before last call. As I shut my front door behind me I realized that maybe I should call my papa and let him know about my feelings of being followed. I get home stumbling drunk and I can't shake the man from the bar he looked familiar but that could have been the vodka.
I pick up the phone after mass (a very hungover and slightly queasy mass) to call papa for our weekly talk.
"Hi sweetheart" Papa answers the phone and I can hear his smile.
"Hi papa, How was mass for you today papa?"
"I am as good Ell. Did you go to mass this morning young lady? I know that you went out last night?"
I roll my eyes I knew I was being followed " Yes Papa I got up this morning and went to see Father Drew. I was calling because I felt like I was being followed last night but I think that you answered that already."
Papa laughed and then sighed " You know that Garrett is always around but you know him I can't leave you unprotected. I know that you want to be on your own and I am giving you as much freedom and anonymity that I can. I love you Ell's and I have to know that you are safe."
I sniffed and realized I was crying I knew that me being away from the family and in Chicago was hard on Papa but he did it for me he let me have my space and freedom as much as he could.
"Thank you Papa I know that you will always keep me safe. I was on edge last night being new to the area and without the family close. But I start my new job tomorrow I am very excited."
"I know sweetheart and I am so proud that you are making a way for yourself. Since I know that you aren't going to tell me where you're working but know that Garrett will be close to you at all times."
"Okay Papa I will I love you and I will talk to you next week."
"I love you too El's be safe and call me if you need anything."
Monday morning came bright and chilly the fact that it was just the beginning of October and it was in the high 40's if you could consider any of the 40's "high". I do not like the cold and I was not looking forward to a Chicago winter however this was the cost of my autonomy.
I dressed in a beautiful charcoal wrap dress, thick tights, tan pumps and my mom's pearls. Running a hand across the cool pearls and remembering my mom's shining smile and effortless giggle. With a shake of my head I pull myself from the memory of mother. I grab my back and cup of coffee in my travel mug and out the door.
Standing outside of the beautiful building that was to hold my new job I looked up shielding my eyes from the sunshine reflecting off of the glass of Cullen & Whitlock. I spent the first two hours at "work" in HR filling out the million or so forms to solidify my employment at my dream job. I was more than excited to be working for awhile on my own even if I knew that it would not last.
? POV
I have found her my prize catch as some would say, I have her now. I am watching her from across the bar she doesn't even know that I am here and she wont know I have been here until it is far to late.
I can't believe that I have to be in the same bar as those low life just to lay eyes on my prize but if walking threw sewage to get her is what it takes then so be it. After I have her I will be walking threw their blood. They can only protect her for so long.
