Bella-Age 24-Jacksonville, Florida

3 men were found, beaten and battered at the door of the police station. 2 of the three could only say dark, and beautiful, while the other was unconscious.

"Bella? Bella, are you even listening to me?" Jake shouted over the phone. I put down the newspaper.

"Calm down Jake. I'm here." I grumbled.

"Can't you come down and visit?" He pleaded.

"Jake, I can't. I'm busy." I said truthfully eyeing the newspaper.

"Bella the last time I saw you, was at Rose and Emmett's wedding last year. You stayed for their vows gave them a hug and left with out even a piece of cake!" Jake exclaimed.

"Like I said. I'm busy." I chuckled.

"What do you do anyway?" Jake asked incredulously.

"I work at a fashion industry. La Belle." I said. There are times in life that I thank god that Alice taught me fashion.

"Oh yeah. I forgot." He muttered.

"Jake I gotta get to work." I complained.

"Wait! Bella, you have to come next month though!" He said.

"Why?" I sighed.

"Check your mail. Bye." He muttered and hung up. I rolled my eyes and went to my room. I picked up my black wig and put it on. You see, 6 years ago, I nearly killed my family, and my boyfriend because of my terrible past. My step-father had his 'friends' and my ex-boyfriend rape me for money. When I had escaped I fled to my real father. My step-father sent 1 of his friends to get me, his friend got caught. Then I was nearly beaten to death by my ex-boyfriend. He got caught too. Then my step-dad or Phil, brought a gun and tried to shoot me. Edward got shot, and when we were in the hospital I broke up with him to keep him safe. When I graduated, I moved down here in Jacksonville, and lived on my own. I made friends with the right people, I have my own fashion line, La Belle, and…oh yeah! I changed my name to Jenevieve Mason, and at night beat the crap out of rapist scum bags.

"Jenny!" My neighbor waved at me. I waved back. Her and her husband were 2 of my first friends here. They're names are Peter and Charlotte. Charlotte was my height, had shoulder length blond hair, and brown eyes. Peter was tall, had brown hair that went in his blue eyes. They were perfect together.

"Hi Charlotte." I waved back. I got my mail and went through it. Bill, bill, bill, oh. I stopped. I opened the thick envelope and brought out the stiff paper. A wedding announcement. Alice's and Jasper's wedding. Which was in a month.

Dear Bella,

We miss you. Come home please. It will mean so much to have you there.

We hear that you're working at La Belle. Congratulations!

Love Always and Forever,

Alice, and Jasper

I was going to murder Jacob. He was the only one who knew where I lived. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you Jacob Black.

"Tell Peter I said hi." She smiled knowingly. Peter and Charlotte were the only one's that knew about me doing justice. Peter was an officer, so he gave me the files.

"Will do." I smiled. The rest of the day went by quick. I signed some papers, I instructed people, and then lastly, I stopped by the police station.

"Hello Jenevieve. Here to see Peter I assume." The elderly woman at the front desk smiled.

"But of course." I chuckled.

"He's in his office." She chuckled. I nodded and went into his HUGE office.

"Mornin' Jenny." He called from his 'coffee corner.'

"Morning. Can I get a cup of that?" I asked. He smirked and brought me my cup.

"So why did you decide to grace me with your presence on this glorious morning?" He asked over-dramatically.

"Drama queen." I muttered. "I need a file. I saw it on the news, a mother was beaten to death by her husband. Charlotte says hi by the way." I added.

"Jenny, no. This one is dangerous, and this file is too important. You could die, or I could lose my job." Peter shook his head.

"Peter, please?" I begged. He shook his head.

"Why is this so important to you?" he demanded.

"This low-life raped his 12 year old daughter too." I whispered looking him in the eye. He hesitated.

"Peter give me the damned file." I glared at him. He sighed and went to his files. He pulled it out and gave it to me.

"Still stubborn as hell." He shook his head, and I chuckled. I checked the family's address. Notes said that the girl was living at her grandmothers. It had the address in there.

"Thanks Pete!" I kissed his head.

"Welcome Jen." He muttered. I got in my car and drove to the house.

When I rang the doorbell a sweet looking old lady answered the door.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I'm here to see your granddaughter. Kasey?" I said.

"Are you with the police?" The lady asked sour.

"No, but I've been through something similar, and I wanted to know if she needed help."

She pursed her lips, and after a few minutes she nodded.

"I must warn you though, she doesn't take to company very well." The old lady led me down a hall and we stopped at a door.

"What do you mean?" I asked but she didn't answer me. She opened the door, and I walked in, her trailing after me. We were in a pale room, it had a bed and a closet and a lamp, but that was it. There was a small girl kneeling on the floor, she was staring into space at the floor, not blinking. She had auburn hair that had lost it's shine, and blue eyes that lost its sparkle.

"Kasey? Kasey darling, you have visitor." The old lady walked over to Kasey and put a hand on her shoulder. Kasey's reaction was immediate. The tiny girl began to thrash around. Her grandmother wrapped her arms around Kasey.

"No!" Kasey screamed. "Mommy! Help me!" I came forward and grabbed Kasey's hands and held them.

"Kasey, Kasey, shh. You're safe, he can't hurt you. You're here with your grandma. Calm down." I murmured. Her screams turned into sobs, and her sobs turned into whimpers, and eventually her whimpers stopped. She looked at me then.

"Wh-who are you?" She asked.

"I'm B-Jenny." I smiled at her.

"Are you with the police?" her eyes widened.

"Could you give us some privacy?" I turned to the old lady and she nodded. When the door closed Kasey turned to me again.

"Are you with the police?" she repeated.

"In a way, I am. But Kasey, I'm also like you." I smiled at her.

"Who are you really? Cause I know that you're name isn't Jenny." She rose an eyebrow. Wow, she's smart.

"You caught me. My name is Bella Swan." And I began with my story. It wasn't hard for me anymore, I knew what I did, and I highly regretted it. I decided to take my wig off, letting my brown hair fall down to my elbows. Kasey smiled at me.

"In your notes, does it say that I'm a quarter catatonic?" my eyes widened, and I shook my head. "It's been 5 days since the incident. That's why my room is so plain, and I don't have a lot of stuff in here. So I don't hurt myself."

"I'm sorry." I reached to pat her hand but she shifted away from me. Oh right. Physical touch, that a no-no for rape victims.

"Don't be." She shrugged.

"Has it gotten easier?" I asked. She grimaced and looked away.

"If anything it's gotten worse." she muttered and looked at me. "My grandma has intermediate Alzheimer, sometimes she locks herself in her room and forgets to feed me and console me. The force isn't even aware of any of this, my grandma doesn't allow them inside the house."

Why? I thought to myself. Why did this have to happen to this smart, sweet, and innocent little girl. She has it worse then me. She's a quarter catatonic, and he grandma has intermediate Alzheimer. I had a family to turn to, she doesn't.

"Kasey, I'm gonna get your dad, but you're the only person that can help me. Do you know any place that your dad might be?"

She looked down and her eyebrows scrunched together in deep concentration.

"He used to take me and mom to Treaty Oak Park where we have our once a week picnics. Other than that he was either at work or at home." she told me. I nodded, and got up.

"I'll find him, I promise." and I rolled my hair up and put the wig back on. I began to walk towards the door when I felt a hand on my arm holding me back. I looked behind me and Kasey was standing up now. She was about 4'9 or 4'10.

"Will you visit me again tomorrow?" she pleaded. I smiled at her.

"Of course, I promise." I promised again. She nodded but didn't let go.

"Bella, I can tell already that you're very important to me so…do you think that my dad can be your last case, I don't want you to get hurt?" She bit her lip at the thought of being alone. WHAT? Give up what I love, what makes me feel alive? I hesitated.

"Kasey, I'm really good at what I do…" I trailed off because I saw the tears in her eyes.

"Please, everyone's been taken away from me. You're my only friend." I hesitated again, sighed, and then nodded.

"Okay. I promise that this will be my last case." I smiled at her.

Broken Promises

I stood on the old, old tree, the wind whipping my hair into my face. I had on a black beanie, black leggings, a long black jacket, and my black hiking boots. I peered at the man sleeping on the bench. I hopped down the branches one by one, when eventually I was on the ground. I tip toes over to him silently and grabbed him by the collar. That's when he opened his eyes, the same eyes that Kasey has.

He hit my arms and pushed me causing me to fall over. He got up, and so did I. He made a grab for me, but I ducked and tried to round house kick him, but he grabbed my leg and threw me into the old tree. OW! I had my fair share of bumps and bruises while fighting criminals, but this one is the hardest that I have ever encountered.

"Stupid girl." he muttered and brought out a pocket knife. Ugh, he came towards me, but I kicked his hand holding the knife making it fly away a couple of yards. He grabbed his hand and shouted curse words.

I got up and tackled him to the ground. I began to punch him with out mercy. The blood in his mouth began to leak onto the ground. The sight of Kasey being catatonic played behind my lids like a cinema. To think that this was the bastard that made her that way, made me want to hurt him as much as possible, it made me want to-to kill him. My eyes widened as I looked down at the man who was unconscious now. I looked at my hands that had both of his blood and my blood on them. I backed away, and tears leaked out of my eyes. What would my family think of me if they saw me like this? Wanting to kill a man? Would they be disgusted or would they be proud since he's a rapist? Tears leaked out of my eyes and I grabbed the man by the collar. I tossed him in my car and rode to the police to the station. When we got there I parked my sleek black Aston Martin in the shadows. I went around the back and got out my duck tape, and paper bag. I taped his hands and feet together, taped his mouth and put the paper bag over his head. I wrote in weird lettering:

THE MAN WHO MURDERED HIS WIFE AND RAPED HIS DAUGHTER: JEFFERY TAYLOR ADAMS.

YOUR WELCOME!

On his paper bag. I looked in the window to see that nobody was in the front room, so I entered the place, but not before putting my black bandana over my mouth and nose and putting my hair in a ponytail. I put the criminal on the couch and headed for the door.

"HEY!" I heard someone shout, and I took off running to my car. I drove away before anyone could see me.

The next morning, it was on the news.