Howdy! Heres the next chapter in my lovely story ;) It gives a bit of a look into what my Bella's like. Hope you enjoy it.

Dear Steph,

Your mind is wicked. Thanks for letting me play in it for a while.

Love,

Lost Girl

FlashBack:

I had made my way around the house, over stepping the drunk people that had made the ground their home. I shifted and swayed in time with the music, only to get out of the crowd faster and to find myself a drink. Random hands tried grabbing at my waist, some even going as far to pull at the loops in my jeans. After several smacks to the grabby pervs, I finally made it to the kitchen of the house. It was like the wet dream of all alcoholics. There were so many bottles everywhere, they even had a bar going with a legit bartender behind it taking orders. There was two kegs lined up in the corner, I quickly made my way to the bartender. Grabbing a shot of vodka and a sprite as a chaser. Downing my first shot, I raised my hand again for another. Throwing that back with out a chaser. I raised my hand in the air again for another, taking my shot I walked over to the coolers that had the mixed drinks in them and grabbed myself a solo cup and poured myself a cup of jungle juice. I threw back the shot and started drinking from my solo cup.

I made my way towards the back porch where a band was in full swing. I had a pleasant buzz going for me, and I didn't want it to go from pleasant buzz to fully sloshed. I grimaced as I had to sway back through the crazy groping dance floor to finally get my hands on the handle to the backyard. Shoving the door open, I heard the protest of the kissing couple.

"Shut up and find a room." I hissed out. No need to be a bitch to me. I mean you are blocking the door that people need to use to get to the back yard. We are in a house, a house has rooms. Go do us a favor and find one.

I side stepped them and continued on my way out. Leaning down to grab another drink out of another cooler, I twisted off the cap and took a long pull of my corona. I bobbed my head to the beat of the song that the band was playing. It was a bit too screamo for me, but the drums and the guitar had a solid beat that was easy to bob to. I sat on the porch taking another drag of my beer. I watched the others mingle around me. In one corner of the backyard they had set up a beer pong table, back by the fence people were swimming, making out, and having sex in the pool. Next to the house the band was set up and there was a make shift mosh pit raging in front of them.

I stepped off the porch and made my way to the druggie corner. Quickly throwing a five on the table, I pulled out my pip and began packing it with my fresh bought weed. Searching my pocket for my lighter, I held the opening of my pipe and took a deep pull of the smoke. Holding it in for a bit, I let it exhale out of my nose feeling its calming effects slowly make its way through my body. I took a couple more hits, and just chilled in my chair as I listened to the conversations going on around me.

"Dude I found a guy that could get me some shrooms, anyone in?" A tall kid with dark hair at the far end of the table stated.

I snorted at his over eager reply. The whole table turned to stare at me like I was off the deep end. Little did they know, it would take more then a couple of drinks and hits on my pipe to get me trashed. I regretted my ability to hold my liquor sometimes. I mean sometimes a girl just wants to go out and get trashed, but I had to have to great talent of being one of the only skinny girls that was able to drink a frat guy under the table.

"What?" I asked, relighting my pipe and taking another hit. Letting the smoke smoothly exit my mouth in circles.

"Is there something you find funny, girl?" A relatively big kid asked. Flexing his muscles to prove a point.

I just snorted again, unlady like I know. But amongst this crowd ladies didn't make it far. "Yeah there is, come on don't be stupid. Everyone says they can get shrooms. They say it when everyones either trashed or high as a kite. They take your money and run. You being so drunk or high don't even realize what happen and wake up the next morning a couple of $20's cheaper." I took my feet off the table and started to clean out my pipe, before putting it in my pocket.

While everyone was distracted, and arguing, I took a couple of bills off the drug table and made my way back towards the porch. I was in need of some food and a strong drink.

After grabbing a meatball sub from the kitchen, I sat at the table and quietly munched away and took a drink of some pink concoction. People came and sat by me, conversations flowed easily and I was content. I had a decent buzz from the alcohol and from the weed, and my stomach was full from the meatball sub and chips I had munched on. I sat back in my chair and decided I would chill here and enjoy the rest of my night in peace. The music and people weren't that loud so there would be no need for the neighbors to call the police. All in all, it was a good night.

I rested my head on the back of the chair, and bobbed my head to the decent music that was being pumped out of someones ipod dock. But as they say good things aren't made to last. Over the music I could hear a couple fighting, I was slightly pissed at them for ruining my chill mood. But the more I listened, the more I realized the the guy was being violent towards this girl. I looked around at the people that were sitting near me, knowing full well that they could hear what was going on.

"Isn't someone going to break that up?" I asked nodding my head toward the scene of commotion. My eye brow raised in question.

"Nah thats just James. He does what he wants. The bitch probably had it coming." Someone said at the other end of the table.

"He does that often? And no one stops him?" I asked, doubly pissed that people never stepped up and stopped him, and that this James guy was ruining my semi perfect night.

"Why should we? It's not our problem." A girl answered. I rolled my eyes, so much for us sisters sticking together and all that jazz.

"You're all a bunch of pussy's." I seethed. People piss me off to no end. I pushed myself off of my chair and headed in this James guys direction. I guess if no one was going to step up and stop him, I would just do it. I had been itching for a fight, which surprises me. Usually I wasn't that much of a violent person, unless they deserved it.

I made my way toward them, quickly breaking into their argument. "Is there a problem here?" I asked nicely.

He sneered at me, moving his slimy eyes off of the blonde girl he had just been screaming at. I could see the bruises starting to form on her arms from where he had grabbed her to roughly. I don't care if she was dressed as a whore, no one deserves to be abused.

"It's none of your business sweet cheeks, if you want a piece of me you can wait until I'm done taking out the trash." He winked at me, which made my skin crawl. Yeah I don't think so Mr. McCreep.

"Why don't you leave her alone?" I said, raising my eye brow, begging him to say something stupid back.

"I don't think so, she had this coming." He made a fist and pulled back, the girl put her hands up trying to protect her face. She didn't even bother running away.

I grabbed his fist before it could come in contact with her, I heard a collective gasp from the bitches that were watching the three of us. Holding onto his fist, I took the heel of my hand and pushed in his elbow hearing it pop, the sweet sound of his elbow dislocating. I quickly jabbed him a couple of times in his ribs till he dropped to his knees. Cradling his arm and ribs, he looked up at me with a death stare. Good thing I had more balls then Hercules, his pansy stare having no effect on me. I quickly grabbed his face and brought it to meet my knee. Having successfully broken his nose. I turned away from his limp crying form.

I turned to the girl who just stared at me in shock. "What did you do to him?" She shrieked at me.

I didn't have time to respond that I just probably saved her life, she dropped to her knees and began baby talking to the slim bag. I wanted to hurl, some people were just so stupid.

I wiped the blood off of my hands and quickly made my way out of the party. The world was full of pathetic bitches sometimes.

I don't know why I thought of this particular memory as I drove my truck towards the hospital. It wasn't one of the fondest moments of my life time. But it still was a major one. That blonde girl made me realize that I would never end up like her. First I was to proud and second I was to tough. I didn't have time for jackasses and I was too strong as a person.

I guess that's why I was always getting into trouble. I couldn't control my mouth or my fists. Shortly after I left the party I got pulled over for assault. That bitch James had no balls and called the cops on me. The whole party was indifferent about what happened when asked. The blonde girl that James had almost beat sided with him when asked if I just randomly started wailing on him. That little stunt added about 10 more hours to my community service record.

I tried to do something nice for someone, and this is where it lands me. In a hospital parking lot, pulling out painting gear and doing free labor. I grumbled to myself, readjusting my hat I made my way into the hospital. I stopped at the front desk to ask where I can pick up the paint and who would be in charge of me as I painted my way through the hospital.

"Dr. Cullen will see you in his office. Take the elevator to the 6th floor and his office is the first one on the right. You can leave your supplies in the break room." She smiled tightly at me. It figured that good little Lauren would land a summer job at the hospital front desk, and delinquent Bella would be forced to do manual labor for the rest of the summer.

I followed her directions to the break room, leaving my stuff on the floor. I closed the door and made my way towards the elevators and into this Dr. Cullens office. I hope he's ugly, and I hope this summer doesn't drag on. I had 1,000 hours left of community service left. That would basically be a majority of my summer. Way to go Bella.

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