Prologue

Bella Swan, Age 18

My name is Bella. Bella Swan. I'm a prostitute.

My father's name was Charlie. I don't really remember him. But what I do remember of him, were things that I wish I didn't. We didn't have a lot of money, and Charlie couldn't support me.

Mom died when I was born, Charlie never talked about her.

Charlie sold me off to a man named Phil when I was six. Phil trained me to sell my body for money.

It isn't easy. Phil left when I was fifteen, and I've been on my own since then. I can't quit my job. If I did, my daughter would die. Nikala is three.

The apartment is old, ratty. Every man I've known, doesn't seem to care. There's no way out of this. There's no help. No family. No friends. There's no escape.

I don't have any time alone. Every other hour, I'm trying to get men to cum.

If I could change this, believe me, I would. I would give my life for my daughter. She stays with the neighbor most of every day. I don't see her much.

"Any chance that I could get more of that sweet, pussy of yours?" The man asked.

"If you pay for it." I said

This was the only life I've ever known.

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Edward Cullen, Age 21

I walked down the streets, my blue sack draped over my shoulder. I didn't have a fight today, and I needed the extra cash.

I sold two iPod's, giving me about forty dollars. I started packing up, when I heard a voice ask me how much the Harry Potter book was.

I looked up to see a woman, dressed in a black ratty trench coat, open slightly, revealing her garter. Her face was tear streaked, and oily. She had eyeliner smudged around her eyes, a deep golden shadow on her eyelids. He lips were swollen, and red.

I swallowed, and stood up, the book in hand.

"Twenty dollars." I told her, as she reached into her pocket.

"I don't read much, but I can't afford cable." She said, as she smiled slightly at me, giving me the twenty, and taking the book from my hand.

I nodded, and just stared at her.

"What's your name?" She asked me.

"Edward. Yours?" I asked her.

"Bella." She answered simply.

"Shouldn't you be at home with your parents, Bella?" I asked her.

"I don't have parents." She said.

"Everyone has parents, Bella." I told her, and she shook her head.

"Not me. Mom's dead, Dad's unknown." She said matter of factly.

I shook my head. "You don't have anybody?" I asked her.

"Nope." She stated.

"I'm sorry." I told her.

"I don't mean to be rude, but it don't look like you've got anybody, either." She said, looking down at my collection of iPod's, and old books.

I shook my head, and smiled at her. "I don't." I told her.

"Everybody has parents, Edward." She said in a mocking tone.

I chuckled, and she looked down the dark street.

"It's late, I have to go." She said.

"It was nice meeting you, Bella." I said.

"You too." She smiled, and walked down the street.

This was the only life I've ever known.

I know it's short...sorry, but it's only the prologue. Should I continue?