Chapter 1: Nothing Changes
Bella's POV
The loud Thwack of the whip burned into my back.
"Okay slave, you're done for the day." The guard said, lifting me up by the tops of my arms and throwing me roughly onto the concrete.
I shot back a look, hating this man for who he is. "I hope you go to hell." I spat at him.
He turned back to me slowly, probably to give me another whipping…..but I was gone by then.
My name is Isabella Swan.
Bella for short.
At the age of 10 my parents died because of tuberculosis.
Ever since then, I have been into slavery. I have been whipped, beaten, and almost parted with my virginity, but I managed to keep that in tact.
I trust no one.
Everyone who is nice to me, probably wants something from me.
I never trust anyone.
Everyone inevitably wants something from me….though I do not understand it.
I am small for my age, which is 17, with boring brown hair and eyes. I am starving so I am skinny and I have an attitude…….so I have been told many times before.
I entered the outside quarters of the slave station and took a deep breath.
My master had died a week before and now I was going to be sold again. I felt a tinge of sadness from his death. He was one of the very few masters that was nice to me.
I would miss him.
But now I have to put my Bella mask on.
Everyone knew me as the Angel of Freedom.
I had set a couple children to safety but I gotten a beating for it.
But I had accepted it.
They were free to what they wish to do and nothing could now hold them back from their dreams.
I would do ANYTHING to get out of slavery. Everyone knows that once you are a slave…..there is no way out. Unless your master sets you free or buy your freedom.
But that rarely happens.
Everyone says that it is a myth.
I smiled to myself as the cool air of the afternoon settled into my body.
My best friend Angela was a slave. She and I worked fro a man named Ben Cheney. Angela loved him so.
I had told her to get her head out of the clouds. But being as stubborn as she was…she didn't.
Thank God she didn't.
Ben liked her too. So he set her free and asked her to marry him.
I smiled and opened my eyes to watch the sun make a descent downward.
What I wouldn't give to have someone love me for me.
Suddenly, I was jerked back painfully.
"Hello slave, you're up." A man said his grimy breath at my face.
I thrashed, hoping I could get out of his grip, but he was too strong.
He threw me into line with all the other slaves. Most of them were in their early twenties, couple were in their early thirties….but I was the only minor.
"If you don't get sold….we're going to send you to the slave house." The man said his grimy breath smelling like putrid onions. "And before you go…we can have some fun." He said.
I felt like throwing up. "In your dreams." I said slapping him.
He grew read and pushed me out onto the stage with the others.
"See if anyone buys you!" he said laughing as he walked off.
I looked into the sea of people, hoping that one of them will buy me.
For the first time in my life….I wanted someone to own me.
I was the last one on stage. And there were only a handful of people left.
I began to panic.
What if no one bought me? What would I do?
"This is Isabella Swan. She is 17 years old, has been working for 7 years and is currently known as The Angel of Freedom."
With that said, there was uproar. Everybody began protesting.
"Who wants to buy her?" I heard a man say.
I felt tears come to my eyes. Now I would go to the slave house.
I looked into the crowd to see the guard smirking in and 'I told you so' manner.
I felt despair come to me.
I was going to lose the only thing that I held precious to me tonight.
"I will buy her for $1,000,000" a clear voice, soft as velvet said.
My head snapped up to see a man with bronze hair and gold eyes, probably at the age of 18, come up.
A man stopped him for a moment and whispered something to him. The bronze haired man jerked away and came up.
The man announcing me hesitated, "Are you sure? She's a handful."
The bronze haired man grinned, "I am sure I can handle her."
I narrowed my eyes. I guess nothing changes. No matter what master you get.
Although, I had to be grateful to him for saving my life and innocence.
The man gave the money to the announcer, took me by the chains around my wrists and dragged me away.
Once we were outside, he turned to me.
I couldn't help but stare into the golden depths of his eyes. They seemed so kind and generous.
He undid the chains and threw them in some bushes. "I am not going to hurt you. But I do want you to come with me." He said softly.
I considered it for a moment.
I could break for it…..
I looked at the man and had no doubt in my mind that he could probably hunt me down.
I nodded and decided to follow him…seeing where this path would lead me.
Edward's POV of the situation of her buying:
I was running.
It felt so good to run in the brisk air of this town.
It was small but, I liked it.
I slowed down as I heard a commotion over in a small building that looked like a chapel.
I walked over there, curious of what was happening.
It was a slave trade.
I rolled my eyes and was about to walk out.
I never thought of the concept of owning people moral.
It was hurtful to all of those people who had to work for a living and get no pay.
"Who wants to buy her?" a man said.
I warily turned my head up to see who he was talking about.
I froze as I saw who he was talking about.
There, on the stage was a small girl, maybe 16 or 17 and she was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
She had brown hair that went into waves and stopped at her waist, her figure was slender and delicate, but she looked as if she had been starved.
She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
But there was something wrong with this picture.
She had fear in her eyes.
She nervously looked over at a guard in the corner of the room.
He smiled, perverted, obviously expressing what he was saying.
I saw red.
I wanted to snap the man's head off and enjoy it.
I calmed myself down; telling myself that Carlisle would not be happy if I went back on my promise to him.
I had to save her.
This angel that was in danger.
This light that had come down from heaven.
"I will buy her for $1,000,000" I said putting half of what was in my pocket for her.
I needed to buy her food, clothing; a nice gown would work. Blue, would look good with her cream colored skin…..
I was stopped by a man with rotten teeth.
"are you crazy? She's a bitch! She will run within the first month! She's the Angel of Freedom!"
I jerked away.
I didn't care. If she was happy then I would let her go.
But I had to smile at that. The name suited her.
I gave the money to the announcer.
He glanced at me, confused, "Are you sure? She's a handful."
I grimed and looked at the small delicate girl.
What harm could she do?
"I am sure I can handle her."
She grimaced; looking away sharply, as if she heard that before.
I realized too late that it was the wrong thing to say.
I sighed to myself and took her by the chains around her wrists, careful not to touch her skin and gently towed her outside.
Once I was outside, I looked her properly in her eyes.
Her eyes were beautiful.
They were the color of melting chocolate.
I couldn't read her mind….how strange.
But I didn't care.
She was, by law of this retched town, mine.
I carefully undid the chains and threw them in the bushes.
She would never need those again.
I looked into her eyes again.
I saw that she was being brave, but she had a tinge of fear in them.
She had been through a lot.
That I could see.
. "I am not going to hurt you. But I do want you to come with me." I said carefully putting the words out so they would not be offensive.
She stared at me calculating.
She was smart.
She knew that if she ran, I would catch her.
The most beautiful creature that had caught my eye would be mine in every sense of the way.
I would not force her….but I would try, to see if she accepts.
What is it that I was feeling though…I thought as I walked.
I almost stopped in place as I knew the answer.
Love.
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