Author's Note: I know I have other stories to complete, but I couldn't resist writing this. I hope you all enjoy it and find it interesting. Just to be clear this will be a NON-RAPE/VIOLENCE fic. No one will be harmed intentionally.

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CHAPTER ONE

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BPOV

I had a good life, some would say. I had loving parents who supported me in any decision I decided to make, whether it be for work or relationships or dates.

Not that I had many of those, I was far too shy to go out on more than one. One that hadn't ended well.

I didn't like to dwell on my non-existent relationship/dating/sex life.

My job was on the tenth floor of a successful office building and my career as a receptionist was going great for me so far. Angela and Rosalie - my closest friends gave me amazing times and memories when get together every week and I have some of the best laughs with my two girlfriends. They both have loving boyfriends who adore them and treat them like princesses. I sagged sometimes at the possibility never being desired by any individual.

The only being in my life in the city that loved me was my ageing moggy, Flossy.

Flossy was fat, cuddly and extremely fluffy with one white ear and a black fur covering the rest of her body. She liked to sleep, but gave me affectionate cuddles and head-butts when I weeped into my pillow at night over my loneliness.

I guess I sound desperate, yearning to have a steady relationship with someone who understands my shy and timid nature and accepts that I'm no size zero. I'm a curvy sort of girl - just a comfy size twelve - which bothered me at times. Rosalie has a model figure and gorgeous features that are always turning men's heads, which is intimidating when you are out and about with her. You tend to get ignored by the good-looking guys when you have a hot, sexy friend who knows how to flaunt her figure and rock the high-heeled, mile-long legs look.

When I wasn't at work, I inherited the look of a person who never got out of bed and took drugs. I wore my hair loose and sometimes couldn't even be bothered to brush out the thick tangles which occurred during the night from my tossing, turning and howling sessions.

I was currently sitting at my dressing table, growling to myself as I desperately ran a brush through my thick, brown hair and tried to tame it into a new hairstyle that Rose had been trying to teach me.

She said it would frame my delicate face and accent my cheekbones. She said it would make me look more professional. I had rolled my eyes at her but when she did it for me and placed a mirror in front of me I had gasped in amazement.

I looked so much more professional and decided it would be my new office look - if I could work out how to do it myself.

It was extremely complicated. Rose had sketched out a brief step by step guide on a scrap bit of paper so I could work from home when she wasn't around. I parted my hair into three sections as instructed and plaited the ends of each - I left the top half straight. I tried about three times to wind each section into a neat bun and curl the ends of the plaits, but I failed dramatically.

I ended up throwing the curling tongs at the wall and burying my head into my hands to sob. I burned the carpet in the process.

So it wasn't even nine in the morning and I was a crying mess, had burnt my soft cream carpet, Flossy was avoiding me like the plague over the burning smell and I had work in half an hour.

"Life sucks!" I moaned as I cleared up the black mess on my carpet, wiped my tears and let my hair down again, unwinding it and throwing it up into my usual, simple ponytail and dressed myself in my work-suit consisting of a pencil skirt and a simple, pale blue blouse. I applied a thin layer of mascara and sighed at my appearance in my full-length mirror, wishing I hadn't devoured that slice of chocolate cake last night.

When I got to work, my boss Laurent was in an unusually foul mood over late deliveries of stationary and a new computer monitor for his desk. It was unlike him to be in a bad mood - he was usually all smiles and charm in the morning.

"Bella!" He roared. I jumped and threw my bag behind my desk before rushing into his office.

"Get these papers filed and labelled within an hour - no exceptions!" He snarled and threw a stack of jumbled papers at my startled form. My coordination was never great and the papers slipped and spilled all over the floor.

"For fucks sakes Bella, you're useless!" He shouted as I held back tears, biting my lip. This wasn't even my job. I just answered the telephones and occasionally set up business meetings or transferred applications, but never binded and filed.

"I'm sorry," I protested weakly, gathering up the papers and rushing out of his office. He sneered at me and slammed the door in my face.

"Bella?" Laurent's PA, Jessica, came out of her office behind me and came over to me.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes," I breathed, trying for a confident smile.

"Oh…I heard yelling. Directed at you," She said accused with pursed lips. "He's in a bad mood today," She frowned.

"I…guessed,"

"Anyway, hand me those. Hell, you shouldn't be doing this - this is my job," She said with a short laugh, trying for humour. I placed the papers into her hands and straightened my blouse.

"Just avoid him Bella, he'll end up firing you if you're not careful," She warned. I nodded meekly and smiled at her kindness.

"Lunch later?"

"Sure," I agreed politely, although I mostly preferred to be alone.

She flitted back into her office with an awkward wave and shut the door. I shuddered as I looked back at Laurent's office, hearing his voice ranting down a phone.

I did not envy that person on the other end of his wrath.

I returned to my desk and set up for the day, logging into my laptop and quickly tuning in my phone to operate. It immediately began ringing with a million calls from companies all over the city. I picked up the receiver and answered the first call, officially beginning my day.

I spent the rest of the morning listening to Laurent's angry voice bellowing at anyone who dared come near his door and wincing each time he came out to ram orders down my throat.

"You'll be fucking fired if you don't watch it, Swan," He sneered. "You have no idea how much power I hold over you,"

"Excuse me?" I choked out, shocked by his rudeness. He did not own me, nor anything else to do with me.

He laughed, a cold, heartless sound which made me cringe into my seat.

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea," He chuckled as he turned and walked away, leaving me stunned and shivering.

What was he getting at?

He had never threatened me, yelled at me or abused me before today. I was so confused, but me being me, I didn't question much.

I pursed my lips tightly together and made my way to the lunchroom, finding Jessica deep in conversation with Mike Newton - one of the security guards. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw her laughing, a cup of coffee in one hand. I knew she liked Mike very much and didn't want to spoil it by walking in on them so I shut the door slowly, with a quiet click and decided to go eat in my car instead as usual.

I made my way down to the parking floor via the lift and opened my car.

Just as I was about to slide into the driver's seat a hand appeared in front of my face and clamped a cloth over my mouth, preventing me from screaming. Another hand snaked around my waist and gripped me firmly, rubbing soft circles on my hip. I made a few muffled, gagging sounds before I felt myself going limp into a pair of strong arms that caught me before I fell onto the concrete beneath me.

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End Note's: So, what do you think? Was it Laurent that got her, or someone else? Who knows. Oh yeah - I do ;)

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