A Fallen Beauty

Besides her one year old son, nothing in Bella's life is simple or easy. Things change when Edward re-enters her life but what will he make of her secret life? Rated M, All- Human.


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WARNING: I know some of you are a little sensitive about the subject issue. Things will just get worse for Bella and if you cant see that happen then I suggest you stop reading all together. Sorry.


'A sex symbol becomes a thing. I just hate to be a thing' - Marilyn Monroe


I wasn't always like this. I had self respect, I didn't let others take control, I was my own person. 'Was' being the keyword. But things change when your placed in a difficult situation.

It was over a year ago, I was nineteen and enjoying life. I studied at Port Angeles community college, I admit it's not the best college but all I needed was an English degree. I was living on my own and the money the government supplied me with was barely covering my rent, so I got a job at Port Angeles diner.

That's where I met Alice, her mum owned the place and on our first meeting we became the best of friends and were inseparable. Coincidently Alice studied fashion at the same college, so when we weren't working we saw each other on campus.

My life was pretty great, but then it all came crashing down. Every weekend Alice and I would hit the bar with some friends, using fake IDs to get in. Almost each visit to the bar would end up with one or more of our friends leaving with a random guy.

It disgusted me, I hated how they had no respect for their body and were willing to just go from one guy to another just for pleasure. On multiple occasions I saw how men looked at the girls on the dance floor. Dressed in short skimpy dresses, faces caked in make-up, most the guys saw them as an easy lay. They looked at the girls as if they were meat, something to ravish and throw away.

And I hated it.

Jokes on me though now, what I do is far worse than a one night stand. And who am I to deny what Mike called me, because Its true. I am a whore.

What other name do you give to a women who sells her body on a constant basis?

It was one night where I let my guard down, it was an almost instinctive reaction. It was the first and last time I saw him. Edward Masen, that's his name. Totally gorgeous and just as smart too. His bronze tousled locks were in an array on top of his head, he was physically perfect in every sense.

The moment his green eyes met my dull brown ones, I was a goner. I couldn't form a coherent sentence and as a result my words came out in a mush, but surprisingly enough that didn't scare him away. If anything, it just brought him more closer.

I've had my fair share of boyfriends, none of them could even compare to Edward though. The guys I dated were either good looking or smart, it was always one or the other. But Edward, he was the entire package.

Every girls dream.

He was in Port Angeles for some family business, he didn't expand on the matter so I didn't think much of it. He was twenty-two, not much older then me which was fine.

I lied and told him we were the same age, if he saw through my lie he didn't mention it. He was rich from what I could tell, he was kitted out in an Armani suit and he wore a rolex. Yeah, very rich but I didn't comment on that factor, I didn't want to appear to be a gold digger.

We had one too many drinks and we ended up on his hotel suite where things got a little frisky, if you know what I mean...

The next morning I woke up naked and alone in his suite, at first I thought the night was just a fragment of my active imagination, but all it took was one look around the apartment to confirm I did spend the night with Edward.

The damage we did to the room was enough proof.

I did the walk of shame and left his suite, walking down to the reception I curiously asked if an Edward Masen had left the hotel, turns out there was no Edward Masen.

Which meant whoever this guy was, he lied about his identity. That didn't bother me so much at the time, I guess he just wanted to keep his name a secret so there were no ties to him.

Two months later, I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to track him down and tell him, but it was of no use. I didn't know his name so there was no leads.

Things became difficult from there, once the landlord found out I was pregnant he told me the rent would rise because I'd have an extra person in my apartment. My medical bills weren't cheap either and simple things like buying groceries became a struggle too.

I was eating for two, so I tended to eat double the amount but that meant I needed more food in the cupboards which meant more money was being spent.

Alice and her mum were really supportive and she increased my wage a little more but there was only so much they could do.

When Masen was born, it was by far the happiest day of my life. Fourteen hours of labour was so worth the end result. He became my first priority and his needs have always been more important.

When Masen was six months old he caught a bug, Alice's mum – Elizabeth, convinced me it was normal. But a few days passed and he still wasn't any better, he just got worse. I took him in to the hospital and the doctors diagnosed him with leukaemia.

They told me it was common with babies and told me not to worry, every week he was in hospital undergoing tests and receiving treatment. I had no way to pay for the treatment, I was beyond frustrated and I couldn't ask Alice to borrow me some more money.

I confessed my financial worry to the male nurse who took care of Masen - James Mallory, without beating around the bush he put forward an offer but it wasn't the sort I had thought of.

He offered to pay for Masen's hospital bills...if I'd sleep with him, I slapped him and threatened to report him to the board for suggesting such a thing. But we both knew how desperate I was and he had no problems in reminding me, so I did what he asked for and in return he kept his side of the bargain and paid the bills.

I felt sick to my core after sleeping with him, I hated myself and swore I'd never do that again.

Obviously that didn't work out.

Simple things like buying baby formula and nappies was proving to be difficult and I struggled to cope financially. So when Masen was sleeping at night I'd go to a club or party and offer myself to some man.

About three times a month this happened and by the end of it I felt numb. I hated my life more then my parents hated me, the only thing that kept me going was Masen.

Alice doesn't know what I do and I'm surprised she hasn't asked where I get large sums of money from out of the blue. The men I sleep with are usually people who just drop in to town once or twice. Its better that way, because no one else finds out. Mike is the only one who knows my real identity and the only one I go to more than once. His pay checks were great at first, but now not so much. I'm getting treated like the common whore I am.

I'm not proud of what I do but it has to be done, otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep the apartment or put food in our stomachs.

But how long can this go hidden for before someone finds out?

In the back of my head, I'm waiting for it all to blow up in my face. That day will come, nothing ever stays a secret forever. How I'll react then, I don't know. I've never given it much thought, simply because the prospect scares me...


Q. Where are Bella's parents? A. They are alive, you'll hear more about them soon.

Q. Are the Cullen's Vampires? A. No, all human.

Q. How old is Bella? A. Nineteen.

Q. Why does Bella let people belittle her? A. I hope this chapter explained it.

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