Prologue

In all my 21 years of life I never thought I would end up here. As instantly as the thought popped into my brain I couldn't contain my raucous laughter any longer. Detective... I think he said his name was Black, looked at me like I was nuts or high as a kite. Thankfully the latter was true. I couldn't stop laughing, nor did I want to. Everyone in my old life, my family and even high school friends, told me for the last year that I was going to end up on the street or in jail. Well, here I was in jail, just as predicted!

At least I had the chance to smoke that nice fat blunt before I was pulled over. I could still taste a hint of grape from my rolling papers. As the fog settled even heavier in my brain, all my thoughts began to swirl around in my mind. How the hell did I go from being the quiet, goody two-shoes Bella in high school; to sitting on a cold metal chair, in a dark dank room, staring into the cold brown eyes of Detective Black? One answer: fucking Mike Newton.

As I caught a glance of my reflection in the mirrored window of the interrogation room of Seattle's East Precinct, it was like I saw myself for the first time in months. My normally long, lustrous, wavy brown hair, was dull, slightly damp and flat as a board. My skin was too pale, almost see through, and I looked horribly thin. Worst of all, my favorite feature, my bright expressive brown eyes, looked muted and muddy. Fuck, what the fuck was happening to me? Oh that's right, Newton... "Isabella Marie Swan, do you know what you were brought in for?" Detective Black asked. Hearing the sound of my full name broke through the foggy barrier my brain had set up.

I chanced a glance in Black's direction through the long hair curtain I had set up to hide my face from the mirrored window. He did not seem pleased, ugh I didn't really want to deal with this right now. I was so fucking stoned I could barely hear him. I started laughing again as I compared his voice to the muted voices of the adults in Charlie Brown cartoons. Oh it was hilarious, I was on a roll. As my laughter subsided and I shifted on the cold metal chair I was reminded once again, I was in jail. Thats right... Newton. I wonder if he has realized I wasn't back in Forks yet. Probably not because I could guarantee his dumb ass was either fucking some blonde bitch like Tanya or drinking with the guys over another successful run through the res.

I guess I would need to call Renee to bail me out. Oh god, Charlie. My mother Renee, being the crazier, carefree out of the two was probably going to tell Charlie. She was going to be so disappointed. All through my fall from grace with Newton, she had at least kept in contact with me and given me money every now and then. My father Charlie, police chief of Forks, on the other hand had pretty much cut me out as soon as he found out I was hanging out with Newton. Of course he had tried an intervention first, but I had not been ready for that yet.

I was having fun, I was drinking, smoking pot, an occasional line of coke, and partying the night away. What had started as a weekend thing with friends in college had turned into an everyday thing when I got the hookup from Newton. At first Newton had been cool, giving me free drugs for selling to my friends in college. We were a great team and since we knew each other from way back in high school, it was an easy friendship. At least that's what I thought at the time, kinda like friends with benefits but the benefits being drugs, not sex. Thank god I never slept with him!

That thought made me cringe, bringing me back cold hard eyes of Detective Black. I'm sure he's been asking me questions, but I had no idea what they were. Come on Bella, time to focus, this is serious, this is jail! Stifling my laughter this time I refocused my brain, lifting the fog as much I could to hear what Black had to say.

"Hello, Isabella? Anyone in there, look I know you're high but if you answer my questions I guarantee you will benefit from it."

"Can you repeat the question please" I croaked out. Damn that weed was good, my throat was still burning.

"Would you like a glass of water?" Black offered. He was paying attention to every detail and had obviously noticed my raw voice.

"Yes, please" I responded, nodding my head vigorously.

"So what I have been patiently asking is, how long have you been associated with Mike Newton?"

I took the water that he offered and almost spit it at him as laughter enveloped me once again. Of course this had to do with fucking Mike Newton! Ugh I knew it! I was so pissed now. I was tired of his shit already and this was like the nail in the coffin. The sooner I could get out of here and away from Newton the better. In the back of my mind, as always, was that nagging voice reminding me that I'd lose my free coke connection. That's right, the part I have failed to think about until now is that I was seriously hooked on coke and every time over the last three months I had tried to free myself from fucking Mike Newton, he would offer me even more free coke to keep me hooked. I had a feeling it was because I knew too much.

"Look Isabella, I know that you may be afraid to talk to me but I have a deal to make with you, it's not you I want. I want Newton off the street and I know you know his organization inside and out." I just stared at him blankly, this was too much right now. So he continued, "We've been following him and you for months, and I know you are his weakest link, that is why you were pulled over today in Seattle before you could get back to Forks."

Oh my god! They've been following me for months! Shit this is not good! I think Detective Black saw the panic rising in my eyes because as soon as I looked up into his, they were no longer cold any more. His eyes were smiling. Fuck! He knew he had me! I could not go down for fucking Mike Newton and he knew it.