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"Ever since I was little, I knew fairytales didn't exist.

I knew early on that every life has it's story,

but I would've rather burned in hell for all eternity than to have lived my story."

Four

December 11 1996

"Angela how old are you?" she quirked an eyebrow at my question while browsing through the racks of clothes.

"I'm 19. I'll turn 20 in April."

"How long have you been there, with James?" I heard her sigh and I looked over the rack I was looking at to see her slowly putting clothes back.

"When my mom died when I was seven, my dad started drinking, and he would abuse me, for the littlest things. Be it spilling the milk on the floor, or not serving his eggs right. But I trucked through it, one night, when I was sixteen, I just snapped, I ran away, started traveling for a year and I ran into James. He offered me a place to stay, food to eat, clothes, and when I felt like I was good, and I could handle the world on my own, I tried to leave. "

"He wouldn't let me, said if I tried to, he'd find me and he'd kill me. I knew he was telling the truth because, there was this one girl, Jessica, she tried to get out, had these big plans of going back to school, getting a degree, one night, when she tried to run away, she made it, we all thought she was safe, it gave us new hope, but two weeks later, James found her, brought her back to the house, fucked her, and then he slit her throat." I could never leave? I was grateful, but I sure as hell didn't want to stay there for the rest of my life!

"Regardless, I'll leave. I don't care what I have to do, but I refuse to let that shit stick keep me a prisoner."

"Can I leave with you?" she smiled at me.

"I was planning on taking you with me. Now here, try this on." She handed me a skimpy looking dress with a slit on the left leg. I pulled the curtain closed.

"Angela, what exactly is it that you guys do?"

"We're prostitutes Bella. Hookers, skanks, whore's, whatever you want to call it. James is some self renowned pimp, and we're his bitches. We make the money, he get's half of it."

"How many girls are there?"

"Six including you and me. There's Victoria, I call her fire crotch, there's Lauren, the druggie, there's Bree, she used to be the youngest at sixteen, but now with you, she's not anymore. And There's Claire, she's infected with who knows what, so it's best if you stay away from her ."

"Who's the oldest?"

"Victoria. She's 22, she's also been there the longest, James found her when she was sixteen, she's James favorite, so she's like his little spy. Be careful around her."

"How old is James?"

"42." I scrunched my nose. Gross.

"What did he mean, last night, when he said he'd 'debrief me'?"

"What do you think he means Bella? He's not about to send out a virgin prostitute out into the streets, that is, if you are a virgin, but I highly doubt you've fucked someone, James can sense that stuff from a mile away. There are a lot of rules. Like James will always get half of what you earn, always. You don't tell clients your real name, always wear a condom, if you get arrested, if you tell them his name, your as good as dead once you get out. But since your going to be with me, you'll be fine. I'll try and take as many jobs as possible, the less you have to deal with our world, the better my conscious will be. Speaking of which, how did you end up on the floor of an alley?" I tensed up.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Bella, come on, we've all gone through shit. Your not alone."

"I don't want to fucking talk about it!" she backed away, palms up in the air.

"Okay, okay, I'll back off. " she grabbed several other items off the racks and walked up to the cashier handing out wads of cash out of her bra. The cashier took the money as if it disgusted her. That makes two of us.

May 19 2006

"What I don't undertstand Bella, is that no one reported you missing? There were no posters? No flyers? No new's reports? It sounds like you just flew under the radar."

"Forks is a very tiny town, they probably did notice that I was gone, and they probably did investigate it, but my dad was the chief of police, he probably told them that I ran away, and I did, he most likely omitted the reason why I ran away, there's nothing the police could've done to search for me, especially for a run away. I was on the complete other side of the country, in the last place they'd expect a fourteen year old girl to end up in."

"It's amazing to me how laid back security was back then, when now you have to go through ten different metal detectors just to board a plane. And you, a simple fourteen year old teenager, managed to do all the things you did, that's just unbelievable."

"it was the nineties, Larry, there were a lot of things you could've gotten away with. There were a lot of things you would've done, that you would've never thought capable of doing."

"Why didn't you just leave? When you were shopping with Angela? Why not just leave?"

"Because I didn't want to. Believe it or not, I felt safe, guarded, I was pretty gullible and naïve. Angela promised me that we'd leave together, I already had an attachment to her, so already to me, that idea of leaving her behind was incomprehensible."

"But you barely knew her."

"That is very true, she was practically a stranger, but it was the fact that I already trusted her, that I had this instantaneous connection to her that made me stay. Consequently it was because of that same connection that was our downfall. We each had easily dozens of opportunities to leave, to just pack and go anywhere but we never took it, we wanted to leave together. That ended up not happening."

"What, did she leave after you, before you?"

"You could say that."