We're leaving Bella.

I don't want you to come with me.

The words ran through my head constantly, and with each word came the sharp throbbing pains.

Charlie had attempted to send me back to Phoenix…during my catatonic phase. I hadn't fought him, but I knew I wouldn't be going. He took me to the airport and dropped me off…but

I knew, hours later, he got the call from Renee, that I hadn't gotten off of the plane.

I was in Seattle now. I was careful though, I had changed my physical appearance,

My clothing was more risky, I wore blue colored contacts and dyed my hair darker.

I was in the missing persons' files. But, I lived in a more seedy part of town, and my change in character kept wandering eyes from noticing me.

When I'd moved here, I'd been homeless, I'd tried everything, from begging to scamming, to conning. None of it sufficed. Then…I found something.

Then my life took a turn…for the worst.

I was raped. A man in an alley took everything from me. Everything I could never get back. I fell into a deep depression after that. Living homeless was fine with me, I wanted to waste away. That was when Michael found me.

I had been walking down a street, when a car pulled up beside me, I took a step back, terrified for a moment.

"Sweetheart, you're too beautiful for me to hurt you." He said softly. "But, I do have a proposition for you. And you seem like you need it."

I didn't say a word, and he smiled, knowing he'd gotten my attention.

"What do you say, you come work for me with my girls. It offers a warm bed, and food, and a percentage of the money you make for me."

"What's your name?" I whispered.

"Michael." He smiled.

I knew then who this was. Michael was the ring leader of a prostitution ring. I was revolted at first, and said absolutely not. He'd given me his number, and I couldn't find the will to throw it away. Then, when I became desperate enough a week later, I did call him.

He welcomed me with open arms, and I became a pawn in his game.

I hated myself. I wouldn't admit it, but I was disgusted by myself. But, I kept myself reassured by looking in the mirror at my thin body, and the lacy outfits I wore. And thought about the guys who paid…well, a lot of money to get with me.

I was with Michael for 6 months, and I was slowly moving up in the ranks, and became an 'older girl' in the house. And soon enough, I was giving tours to the men that wanted to 'shop'.

My name here was Izzy-B. It hid my identity, and most of the girls had their specialized names. For their privacy and their safety.

I sat in my room with the three other girls I shared it with. And dressed for the day, I felt nauseous to my stomach as I thought of last night.

"Soo…" One of the girls across from me said, as I pulled on the mini skirt. I looked up at her, momentarily confused,

"So?"

"How was it?" She squeaked, her name suited her. Squeaky. "Being with the mayor's son?"

I sighed, "He had some sick fetishes."

Squeaky's eyes widened, "Like what?" She asked.

I smiled slightly, "Well, he licked me multiple times, and I swear I have hickies everywhere." I picked up my foot and showed her my heel, where I had a dark purple one…she grimaced…

"That's just…weird." She said.

I laughed,

"Yeah, well…he paid nicely." I said.

My cell phone rang, and Squeaky sighed,

"I can't wait to get a cell phone." She said,

"When you get old enough, you'll have one." I promised, I answered,

"Hello?"

"Iz. You're needed up front, you have some…tourists." I laughed at Daniel's fake mystified voice, and hung up.

"I've got tour duty, I'll see you guys later." I said,