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Story summary: Bella Swan is bright girl with big dreams until one day her dream is turned into a nightmare. She turned herself into a hermit too scared to even leave her home until Edward Cullen; an Italian crime boss gives her an offer that she can't refuse.

Info: AH/(very) AU. Possessiveward/Mobward etc. ExB. Rated M for cussing, violence and future adult situations.

Prologue

My head is pounding.

Thump…Thump…Thump…

The throbbing in my head is excruciating. I've had my share of pain before, like when I was seven and I broke my leg because I fell down the stairs or when I was eleven and a boy at my school threw a rock at my eye. You could say that I'm accidental prone, but the pain that I feel right now is nothing compared my other accidents. I wanted to open my eyes, but it hurt too much. The ground underneath me was cold and hard. I feel a small amount of moisture sliding down my back. I felt limp almost like a rag doll that had played with too much. I wanted to get up and figure out what was going on, but the pain. Oh…the pain was killing me. I decided that my best option was to open my eyes; however I had to start off slow. At first, I tried squinting a few times before I opened my eye lids. A bright light was shining in my eyes and I quickly closed them back up. The light only made my head hurt worse. But then the light went away after a few seconds. I decided then to try opening them again, however this time I would try it more slowly.

It was dark; the only light came from a bright yellow street light glowing in the distance. I could see a couple of cars driving by. I could see Shell's gas station sign glowing brightly. As if it was asking people to stop in. I was lying down in front of a small parking lot. About six cars were there waiting to be used.

BAM, BAM, BAM

It sounded like a door was slamming back and forth. I would have jumped out of my skin, if I could move. I could hear squeaking coming up quickly. It sounded like it was from a pair of tenor shoes. The squeaking stopped right in front of me. I could hear a deep hallow gasp coming from someone's mouth. It was a man. I could feel him back away a couple of feet away from me. The squeaking came back in little amounts this time; I could feel him pace back and forth. It was if he was unsure of what to do. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn't. My entire mouth was dry. I watched him as he pulled out a cell phone from his right side of his dress pants pocket. His hands were shaking as he tried to punch in several numbers from his phone. As soon as he was done, he quickly put the phone next to his ear. He quietly began whispering as he waited for someone to pick up from the other side. I could hear him saying over and over, "It's going to be okay."

I was beginning to think that he wasn't saying this to me, but rather to himself. He stopped pacing as soon as he heard someone on the other line. His back was faced toward me; he had broadened shoulders, which only enhanced his physic. He was wearing dark blue dress shirt that was un-tucked from his black pants. His hair was short, yet wavy with a pale blonde color.

"Eric, we have a problem," he said quickly in a high pitched voice.

He's panicking.

"It's Bella, she's…I didn't know who else to call," he said stumbling over the words. He pulled his left hand from his front left pants pocket and rubbed his face. It was if he was he was trying to hold back tears. He suddenly turned around and looked at me.

"I think someone sexually assaulted her," he said quietly as he began to walk back toward me.

What? Was the word that I wanted to scream out to him. I could feel the vision in front of me begin to blur as the tears began to flow from my eyes.

"Hey…hey…shh…it's okay Bella," he said worriedly as he crouched down right in front of me. "I'm right here; I won't leave you." This guy is an idiot. I mean understand that he's trying to comfort me, but he's not helping. Telling me that's it's going to okay when he said that there's a possibility that I've been assaulted is not making me feel okay. It wasn't until he dropped down closer that I got a better look at his face. His face was shaped like an oval. His color had turned to a pale white looking almost ghostly. He had a strong jaw, thin lips and a nose that was thin as a pencil. His eyes were blue as the sky. It was then that my suspicions that he was an idiot were confirmed when I realized who he was.

His name was Michael Netwon aka "Mike." He worked as the assistant manager at Princess 4 Theaters, which was our local town theater and where I worked as well. He's been trying to ask me out ever since I started working there, but I would find excuse after excuse not go out with him. It's not that he's a bad guy he's covered for me at work a couple of times so I could finish school projects or go to class, but he's way too clingy for my taste.

"Yeah, I'm still here." I heard Mike say into the phone, which interrupted my thoughts. "You're on your way…okay. I'm going call the police…yeah I locked the office door…okay. I'll see you when you get here." Mike ended the call quickly and began to dial three new numbers. He punched another button and I suddenly heard the dial tone ringing.

"911…what's your emergency?" A soft spoken female's voice spoke out.

"Hello, my name is Michael Newton and I'm outside of the Princess 4 Theater and I believe that one of my co-workers has been sexually assaulted," he said calmly as possible.

"Where are you located at?" She asked.

"At 10 North Beech St. I'm in the ally right behind the theater, He replied.

"Is she responsive?"

Mike looked at me and then whispered into the phone. "She's awake and slightly alert, but she hasn't said anything."

"What's her name?"

"Isabella Swan."

I could hear the roar of a car as it came closer and closer and then suddenly it wasn't there anymore. The sound of a car door slamming shut came next, following the sound of footsteps running toward me. I watched as Mike turned his head around and gave a sigh of relief as he got up to meet whoever was coming up to us.

"Oh my god, Bella," said a deep male voice. I lifted my eyes up higher to see my General Manager (GM), Eric Yorkie, putting his hand over his mouth. Tyler was a lankly man. He's head was shaped like an egg. He also had a strong jaw like Mike; however, he had a brown eyes and black hair, a flat nose and pink full lips. He was wearing a dark black T-Shirt that had a blue horse in the in middle of the shirt and he was wearing a pair old blue jeans. The banging in my head was getting louder. It was beginning to become hard to keep my eyes open.

"Ahh…Mike, she's falling asleep," Eric said loudly.

"You have to keep her awake," the female operator said on the other line of the phone. "The police are on their way."

"Bella…Bella….you to a stay awake, Bella!" I heard Eric saying to me, but the banging in my head was too much and everything then turned to black.