Hi! Welcome to my new story. Yeah I know I haven't updated my last two, but I lost inspiration as well as being lazy as all hell, sorry. But I will be working on those and this one as much as I can in the next few months. The updates will probably be extremely slow for all of them though. I hope you enjoy this story. All mistakes and errors are mine.

NOTE: Things that are bold and italicized is Bella talking to Don and things like this are Don talking.

THERE ARE MENTIONS OF DRUG RELATED THINGS IN THIS STORY AND PROBABLY SOME OTHER THINGS THAT ARE CLASSIFIED AS TRIGGERING LATER DOWN THE LINE. IF YOU FIND THESE THINGS UNCOMFORTABLE OR TRIGGERING PLEASE EITHER DO NOT READ OR PROCEED WITH CAUTION. I'LL TRY TO MARK ALL OF THE BAD PARTS THOUGH.

Chapter 1

"Izzy, Izzy!" I heard my boss lady, Ange, calling. I snubbed out my cigarette and turned towards her voice.

"Yeah," I called, smoothing out my clothes and straightening my position. She walked around the corner and stopped when she saw me.

"Your break is over. You're needed at the bar," she said.

I nodded my head and said okay.

She nodded and turned away to go back out. I almost sighed in relief, when she froze. Shit.

She sniffed the air and turned back to me, her eyes cold. "Is that smoke I smell? Isabella are you-are you using again?"

My eyes grew cold. "No." She sighed. "Good 'cuz if you are I'm gonna have to fire your ass and you know that I have no qualms or hesitations in doing it."

I glowered at her. "Do you think that I would do that shit again, especially after what it almost cost me? Are you that much of a brainless old hag to insinuate something like that?"

"What did you just say to me," she said in a hard voice.

Yes, Yes tell her exactly what is on our mind, whispered a sultry voice in my mind. Tell her exactly what we feel.

My voice lowered to a hostile tone. "I said are you that much of a brainless old hag? You can stand there and say that you fucking think that I'm doing that shit again? If so you are fucking stupid beyond belief."

Her face fell into one of shock.

That's it; show her that you hold nothing for no one.

"How dare you," she glared.

I laughed. "There's no need to play stupid Ange. Everyone knows you don't like me. You've been trying to get rid of me since day one. The only reason you won't fire me is because I know your dirty little secret and I'm the best damn employee here. So do me a favor and save the brainless, hateful old hag bullshit for someone else."

She looked murderous and I loved it. She reared her hand back and snapped it forward, trying to slap me.

I caught her hand mid-air and tightened my hold until I saw her face flash in pain.

Hehehe good. Good Isabella, said the voice.

My face darkened and I damn near growled at her. "Try that shit again. I swear, if you think your living in hell now, I will teach you the true meaning. By the time I'm done you will be way past the point of begging for death."

She looked into my black eyes and saw a glimpse of Don and the true hell we could both raise. She let out a shudder of fear and then anger replaced it.

She broke from my grasp and tried not to whimper in pain and look pissed.

"Let me tell you something Isabella. I. Am. Your. Boss. Disrespect me like that again and I will have your ass fired in a heartbeat. I am by no means a brainless hag. I'm only letting you keep this job because I know you need it. Now get back to work," she said storming out the door.

I laughed. I would love to burst her little bubble of 'authority' but I promised I wouldn't.

I shook my head and walked out to the bar.

"Yo Iz," called a voice. I looked over to see my co-worker, Syd (as she likes being called.) Her raven black hair was falling in her face and her forest green eyes burned bright. She wore a plain black tee-shirt that stopped at her curves and black skinny jeans. She wore combat boots and no accessories. Her outfit suited her flawless pale skin and complimented her body. It also showed off her size C breasts and her curves for days.

What I wouldn't give to have another night with those.

I shook my head, ignoring the voice, and answered.

"Can you take that half of the bar? I'm kind of overloaded."

I nodded my head and helped out, but seeing as she took care of most of the work I just waited.

My thoughts turned down memory lane, and I thought of how I was when the Jerk off left me in the forest to die.

I almost died of hypothermia and then went damn near catatonic. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, and I had nightmares of being in wars and battles full of vampires. It was like I was living in another lifetime. After a while I started snapping on everyone. A therapist (Charlie's fault), my friends, the teachers, and Charlie himself (when he suggested the shrink), were not safe from my wrath. This led to my institutionalization quite a few times. I started hanging with the wrong crowd and changed my look and personality. After a bad incident I got institutionalized for almost a year, and then I got out. Not even a week later the red-headed slut came and abducted me. She had me for almost TWO YEARS before the bitch died. I somehow got back to Forks and did it all again. The alcohol, the parties, the drugs, I did and even hosted or housed it all. Somehow I made my way to Texas and after a freak out I ended up hugging myself for a while. I only just got out a year ago.

I found an apartment and later on 'stumbled' into this bar, The Catalyst, and got a job. Me and Angeleah don't get along though, never have and never will.

I got pulled out of my thoughts by a gruff voice asking for a bottle of Jack. I looked at him. He had dirty blonde hair (ponytail) and dark brown eyes. He had a beard and his skin looked old, pale, and wrinkly. There was also a clear sign that he hadn't washed himself or his hair in a years' time. I wasn't talking about color when I said dirty. He had on a black leather jacket and an Avenged Sevenfold shirt on under it. He paired it with leather pants and some black chucks. All in all he looked...

Ew.

Well I'm glad we can agree on something, I told her.

I grabbed the guys' bottle of Jack and collected the money. I took the necessary steps and leaned back on the bar, watching.

I watched as some people danced, while others were drinking and playing games. There was a cloud of smoke in the air and the smell of sweat everywhere. I saw a lot of regulars and waved when I caught their eye. They would wave back and some would come over and talk.

Throughout the night I found myself drinking and mingling with the others. Don had a long running commentary on everyone and everything. I could tell she was getting antsy towards the end of the night though.

Ange came out and 'scolded' me for not working. I just laughed and pointed out that my mingling and hilarious commentary were the only thing that's keeping her bills paid. Most people came to see me and Syd anyway.

She stormed off and everybody started laughing.

The rest of the night went well. I danced with people, provided a lot of entertainment and drunk a lot more.

When the bar closed Syd came over to me. "Damn girl, how much did you drink?"

I counted off. "Only about 2 bottles of Jack, 1 bottle of Bacardi, 15 shots of vodka and maybe 6 beers," I said.

She shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't died of alcohol poisoning yet."

I giggled. I found irony in that statement, considering how we met.

We both know damn well that she can drink and hold her own as well as I can.

"Come on, let's get you home."

After 15 minutes of walking, stumbling and almost trips (all me) we arrived at my house.

She led me to my room and I passed out before I even hit the bed.