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Chapter 2

BPOV

As soon as I got up to our apartment I followed my usual routine. I took of my Joan Jett wannabe wig and removed the dark eye make-up I'd been wearing; then jumped into a steaming hot shower to scrub myself rigorously, trying to get the scent and feel of him off of me. I brushed my teeth for far longer than was really necessary, and changed into my pyjama's and brushed out my long chestnut locks. Once I was satisfied I walked out to join Rosalie, who had been setting out the food and a bottle of wine.

"So what was he into?" She asked when we finally sat down on the couch in unison; our food already set out on the coffee table in front of us.

She picked up the remote for the TV and looked at me expectantly between glances to see what crap was playing.

"He was...a guy. I can't really say anymore than that." I shurgged.

"Oh come on! You've got to give me more than that." She chuckled at me and turned to the screen -having decided to watch dog the bounty hunter.

Rose was strange like that, She was bold and elegant, beautiful and poised...But she loved nothing more than getting her head under the bonnet of a classic car to tune it an tinker with it's spark plugs.

She was the most beautiful tom boy I had ever known and only she could pull that shit off as well as she did.

Not that I was a girly girl. But I couldn't see the appeal in getting all greased up and smelling of motor oil. I didn't do a thing for me...Well, unless it was some fit looking guy, shirtless...smudges of dirt on his face, sweating and sliding out from under a car. That would possibly get me hot.

"He was just like every other average Joe that was looking for a good time." I huffed, not really wanting to remember him hovering over me or invading my body.

"He didn't look like your average Joe. He looked kind of nice and like his wallet would be juicy."

"Oh my God you thought he was nice looking?"

She bit her lip and nodded her head at me.

"How can you look at any of them like that? I don't see them as 'men I might like' or find attractive. I would be screwed in more ways than the obvious if I let myself think of it as anything else other than just business." I shook my head and speared a piece of Cantonese chicken into my mouth.

"You still hate it that much don't you?" She asked with a resigned sigh.

"I hate myself for doing this but what choice do I have? Stay here and turn over my body to a bunch of strangers and get pain enough to live comfortably and have a shot at saving up to go to college and gain some kind of freedom. Or try to give it up, piss off James again and take a beating, run away and live on the streets again, scrounging and begging for food?" I looked at the ceiling as I realized how depressing my life had become without me realizing it "I can't do that again Rose. I can't go back to that." I shook my head indignantly at the mere thought.

"I know. And you have what...twenty thousand put away for the college fund now?" She chimed while rolling her eyes at me.

"You can roll those blues around in your head all you want but I will go to school one way or another." I scolded her playfully. "I plan on bailing out of this shitty life as soon as I can and the only way to do that is to save and get enough money together to just up and leave."

Her eyes fell to the plate on her lap.

"You could always come with me you know." I offered, already knowing my answer.

"What and leave all the glamor of this sparkly world behind? I've been at this too long to be anything different Bell's; this is all I know how to be and be good at it." Her hand shot up to my hair and ruffled it up into a birds nest.

"Oh geez, thanks." I chuckled and looked back over to my best friend who once again looked pensive.

"You won't forget about me though, right? When you're off being the 'Student' and joining up with the fucking peace corps?" Her attempt at humor fell on deaf ears as I realized what she was really worried about.

"Rose, How could you even think I would forget you. I wouldn't have made it this far if it hadn't been for you. You've been my rock." I leaned over and rested my head on her shoulder and sighed as she draped her arm around my shoulder in a maternal fashion, pulling me in closer to her.

"I know you won't." She kissed the side of my head. "God I hope you get your dream honey. You deserve it after all the shit you've put up with. Just when the time comes, make it clean and quick. James is going to be pissed at losing his best girl."

"His best whore you mean." I pinched my eyebrows together at the implication of her words.

James would be pissed; beyond pissed and I could only hope he never found out before hand or I would be toast. James had one hell of a temper and I had been introduced to it one time after refusing a client certain 'services'. I was relatively new to the game and was more than shocked and disgusted when a client wanted to shove his dick in a third orifice. I'd shook my head no and backed away from him. When he'd tried to back me into a corner and swung my arm back and snapped it forward, punching him clean in the nose. He got mad and asked what it was exactly he had paid for and that he'd been assured I would do anything. He'd been assured wrong and I stood my ground. I grabbed my stuff and made a run for it while he cradled his bloody nose -not that it did me any good.

"You're back early." Rosalie had stated as I rushed through the front door of our apartment.

"I know, there's been a slight change of plan." I panted as pushed my hands into my hair; panicked, suddenly, about what James would say when I didn't bring any greenery back.

I filled her in with what had happened and bit my thumb nail in worry when she looked at me bleakly.

Not ten minutes later James was hammering on the door and I was cowering at the anger in his voice as he yelled for me to open the door.

Rose reluctantly opened the door and he barged in. In a matter of strides he had been stood infront of me and baring his teeth in my face. He turned and told Rose to leave us be and to get out to work early. She tried to protest, but one glare from him told her to leave before she brought the same trouble down on herself. She gave me a withering smile and left. Once the door closed behind her he spun around and connected his, balled up, hand with the side of my face. Pain flashed to the now -no doubt- red skin and my hand shot up to try and sooth it.

"You just lost me some business little girl!" He snarled and pushed me back into the wall by the window.

"Owwww!" I yelped out as my back hit the sideboard edge.

He didn't stop pushing me against it as he leaned right in to my ear and I felt the sharp corner break through my skin.

"Carlton was one of my best customers and now he's pissed because he didn't get what he was paying for!"

"He didn't pay!" I stupidly tried to stand up to him.

"I don't fucking blame him after the stunt you pulled. He pulled his hand back and swung it at my eye."

"AARRRGHHHH!" I yelled as I felt a sickening crack.

"How does it feel to be on the other side of the fist Isabella? Hmmm?" Again he pulled back and let rip into my left side.

I doubled over in pain and tried to curl up to protect myself.

I gave up fighting or answering back and he moved back slightly; he rubbed his jaw as he looked over my beaten form.

I chanced glancing up at him and saw a momentary sign of remorse before it disappeared completely and he went back to looking fierce.

"Every penny you earn tomorrow night...you turn over to me as compensation for this shit. And the following night...Got it?" He rubbed his chin and glared on at me.

I opened my mouth to complain but then thought better of it, choosing to simply nod in stead.

"you should be a little more thankful for the life I gave you girl. I got you off the street and put a roof over your head." He turned and walked towards the door.

"You ungrateful little bitch!" he spat before slamming the door closed behind him. I let my body fully slump to the ground; my arms wrapping around myself to keep from falling apart.

A few minutes later the door reopened and I scrambled up into a sitting position and scooted back behind our grubby, green chair in the sitting room.

"It's only me." A soft and welcomed voice called out before Rose came into view.

She came over and lowered herself down to my level. Her hand cupped my chin and turned my face up so she could get a better look at me.

"Shit!" She hissed and stood up -holding out her hand for her to help me to my feet. "We need to get that looked at." She cooed soothingly as she looked me over for further injuries. "Is that it?" She pointed up to the side of my face that felt like it was burning me alive.

"I think so." I moved and winced as a shooting pain shot down my side.

She took me to the hospital and had the Doctor look me over.

It turned out that James had taken out medical insurance for all his girls and that was partly why we handed half our pay packet over to him.

How fucking considerate of him!

Then I wondered just how many of his girls had needed to use it due to him losing his temper with them. I doubted I was the first, and from the way Rose had left swiftly when told by him earlier, I would put money on the fact that she'd been on the receiving end of it too.

We sat and waited for a good hour before getting seen and Doctor Cullen had been reluctant to believe my farce about getting drunk and tripping over my own ass, then landing my eye on the corner of the coffee table -I thought it was possible...for me at least. After x-rays, prodding and poking (prodding and poking my cheek) The good Doc declared I had broken my cheekbone and had some bruised up ribs.

He eyed me wearily and wrote me out a scrip for pain killers, then told me to go easy for a few days.

Like that would happen.

"Whatever, you'll soon have enough to get out of here right?" Rose's words brought me back out of my memories and re-enforced the reason I couldn't afford for James to find out about my escape plan.

"Well I have an extra hundred to put in my college jar. He may have been average but I wasn't and he tipped me real good." I smiled brightly at the thought of actually soon being able to give all that shit up.

No James.

No dirty old men wanting to touch me.

No living in fear.

I would have enough for college and accommodation in less than four months, and by having a secure address I could even be lucky enough to get a real job, one that didn't include taking my clothes off for money.

"Man, you always get the good tippers." She pretended to huff so I shoved her playfully.

"Four months...That's all I need. Four months without James finding out." I sighed and let my head fall to rest on the back of the couch.

"There's not way he can. I won't say anything." She smiled as I got up and went to get my wage from my purse. I took out all the notes I had earned that night and dumped them on the counter in the kitchen.

I'd worked three clients that night...

Three hundred dollars each...

Plus Phil's generous tip...

"One thousand dollars." I dead panned. "And I have to fucking hand half over to James in an hour."

"Don't you dare hand over that tip! That's yours and he need not no about it." Rose walked into the kitchen behind me and pulled out my college fund jar from the back of the cupboard under the sink.

She set it down on the counter by my side and watched as I sorted the money into two piles. One for James containing four hundred and fifty bucks and another pile with the same amount, then I added my tip. I took out a hundred dollars for expenses as I did every night and put the rest into the jar, making sure to screw the lid back on tightly so no water from the leaky pipework managed to get in.

Tomorrow was another day.

Another day to add to the jar and get closer to my dream.

After the jar had been returned to it's hiding place and James had stopped by for his cut, I bid Rose goodnight and tucked myself up in bed. I let my mind wonder to all the things in life that I longed for but could never see me getting.

I mean who would want to love a prostitute?

I woke the next morning to a sunny, blue sky that made me think about eggs for breakfast. So I got up, showered and dressed in a pair of white cut off capri pants and a light blue spaghetti strap top. I put on my butt toning trainers and made my way into the kitchen. I wasn't needed to leave for work until the early evening so I could spend the rest of my day doing as I pleased.

"I'm going out for breakfast I think, Rose. You want to come?" I asked as I grabbed my denim purse from the hook by the door and my latest read from on the kitchen counter..

"No sweetie, I'm good thanks." She smiled and stretched her arms out above her head as she started to yawn.

"'kay, well don't say I didn't ask." I grinned and pulled the door open.

I didn't have the first clue where I wanted to go, only that I wanted eggs and a decent cup of coffee, so I walked around with the goal of finding somewhere that didn't look like a dive.

I crossed the street over to forks avenue and stopped when I spotted a stylish little bistro.

A little bell dinged as I pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as I stepped inside the shot, my nose was hit with the most delicious smells. Fresh ground coffee, Caramel...and....pie! I could definitely smell some kind of pie that smelled so good.

I looked at the counter but no one was waiting there. A short pixie ass of a girl skipped out with a tray and spun passed me with a smile before setting the tray down in front of a customer.

"There you go." She chirped before turning to me and grinning like an idiot. "Take a seat and I'll be over for your order in a sec, okay?"

I nodded and found a spot by the window. It had a good view into the kitchen and to the very gorgeous guy that was obviously in charge of this place.

My eyes lingered on him a little too long and I didn't notice the tiny woman come over to me. It took her to clear her throat for me to snap out of it.

"What can I get you?" She asked with a little giggle, obviously from having caught me out staring at the cook.

"Oh um..." My cheeks pinked up and I could feel the heat of my blush creeping up to my ears. "Could I please get a regular coffee and um...scrambled...no...poached eggs please?" It was more of a question.

"Sure, no problem, coming right up." She was gone in seconds and headed straight for the kitchen.

I turned and watched the world go by. And even after all this time, I still looked on enviously as people walked passed me. Educated people, families...Elderly couples...

I took another look around the little place and found my eyes wandering towards the kitchen, where they met with a set of deep green pools. The sight caught my breath and I turned back towards the window so I could catch my breath back.

I decided to open up my copy of The Fortunes and Misfortunes of Moll Flanders and began to read.

I soon got lost in her antics and chuckled to myself as I took in the colorful words that the pages held.

"Colorful Lady" A smooth, velvet voice, interrupted me and at first I thought he meant me.

"Excuse me?" I asked timidly as I turned to find the same green eyes from the kitchen stood by my side holding a tray.

"Moll Flanders." He winked and set the tray down to unload my order for me.

"Oh, right. Yes she was." I breathed as I watched him turn back and leave my sight -but not before giving me a brief glace over his shoulder.

I was in trouble.