A Fallen Beauty

Besides her one year old son, nothing in Bella's life is simple or easy. Things change when Edward re-enters her life but what will he make of her secret life? Rated M, All- Human.

I've had this idea in my head for a while and want to get it out, I am NOT giving up on my other story however!

This is un-betad, if anyone is willing to beta for me please let me know. Forgive me for all my errors and bare with me.

Rated M for a reason. Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight!

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." - Eleanor Roosevelt

I opened my car door and stepped out, the cold winter air kissed my skin and as a result goosebumps broke out on my far too pale arms and legs. The thin fabric of my black trench coat didn't help block out the cold air and my red, silk knee-length dress under my coat definitely didn't help either.

I scanned my surroundings, keeping my eyes opened for any sign of onlookers. Luckily there was no one in sight, the street was quiet and I didn't expect any less considering how late it was. I stepped closer to the two story house, treading carefully in my four inch heels. The curtains moved slightly and a pair of beady pale blue eyes froze on me.

Not a second later the front door flew open, the familiar blonde haired man ushered me in. I stepped in hastily, without lingering outside another second longer, I didn't need anyone seeing me.

He closed the door quietly and turned to face me. He was still wearing his uniform, black trousers and his dark blue Forks Police jacket.

'M. Newton' was stitched under the police logo and I scoffed inwardly. To the residents of Forks he's a pillar of their community, a kind hearted caring man. But they're wrong and so very misguided.

He walks forward placing himself in front of me and smirks. "Thought you weren't coming back" He taunted and ran a finger down the side of my neck. I fought the urge to cower away from his touch but forced myself not to.

He continued trailing his finger up and down my neck as he spoke, "It doesn't matter though, all that matters is that your here now," His voice grew husky as he unbuttoned my coat and looked down at my silk dress. "I see you decided to dress for the occasion like I asked..." He trailed off, running his finger down the straps of my dress.

He slipped the dress of my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a heap and pulled my body to his. The moment his lips descended on to my skin, I clenched my eyes closed and forced the bile in my throat back down.

~~-A Fallen Beauty-~~

He stepped away from me and I felt my knees shake. They'll definitely be some bruising tomorrow.

I slid back in to my dress and threw my coat on quickly. I saw him counting cash in his hand, he held it out and I snatched it greedily.

Twenty dollars, forty dollars, sixty dollars, eighty dollars...

My eyes shot up, "We agreed on a hundred and twenty, this is eighty dollars!"

He tilted his head to the right, mocking me. "Did we? Oh well, I must have forgotten. That's all I have, take it and leave"

I shook my head incredulously, "No! Give me all my money"

His eyes grew bored, "No,"

"Look I need that money, give me it!" I pleaded desperately.

"Eighty dollars is more than enough for a sleazy whore," He hissed, "Now get the fuck out of my house!"

"I'll tell everyone," I whispered harshly, "I'll tell them what your really like. Better yet, I'll let Jessica Stanley know her fiancé is a dirty rotten pig!" I spat.

I felt the force of his hand as he slapped me and sent me tumbling down to the ground. He bent down and yanked my face in his grip, "If you even dare to mention a single word of this, I'll ruin you. You think I don't know about the little bastard you bred? " He smirked condescendingly.

My body froze in shock and all the air left my lungs. How could he know?

"I'll have him taken away from you with a single phone call to child services. So unless you want that to happen I suggest you keep your mouth shut! Are we clear?" He gritted in my ear

I nodded my head quickly in fear of his words.

"Good, now get the fuck out!"

With that he let go of my face and stepped away, I bolted out the house and ran to my car and sped away as fast as I could. Once I was out of Forks and back in Port Angeles I parked my car outside the block of flats and cut the engine.

I walked up to the fourth floor, rubbing the stinging in my eyes. I dug in to my bag and pulled out my keys and unlocked the door.

I strolled in to my bedroom and sighed in relief when I saw my one year old sleeping soundly, just as I had left him. I quietly dropped my bag down on the floor and crept over towards him, bending down I kissed his soft cheeks and brushed his bronze locks out of his face.

I smiled down at him. Masen is the one good thing in my life and I'll be dammed if I ever let anyone ruin that. Just the thought of never getting to tuck him in at night scares me beyond belief.

I swipe away at the few tears that manage to fall.

Everything I do and have done is for him, I don't want to lose my baby and if selling myself is the only way I can ensure we both have a roof over a head and basic necessities then I'll carry on, whether I like it or not.

I step away and walk in to the bathroom. This apartment is a dump, the wallpaper in the rooms are damp and tearing apart and the tiles in the bathroom are cracked and covered in dirt. I shred out of my dress and coat and step in under the warm water as it cascades down my body.

The tears I tried to so desperately hold at bay streamed endlessly down my face. My shoulders convulsed as heavy sobs broke through, I clutched my stomach tightly and bent my head down on to the shower wall.

My hands scratch at every surface of my skin he touched, the images of his hands roaming my skin make me scratch harder, drawing blood. My body drops down and I wrap my arms around my knees and cry till everything turns black.

Thoughts? Is it worth me continuing?