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Chapter 4

A Coaster Inspired Roller Coaster

Bella tended the bar until it was time to close, at which time she had to practically wrangle Tyler away from Edward. They had been chatting like teenage boys about their toys since Edward had sat down at the bar and started talking to the big body guard. Things had really slowed down and James decided to lock up a little early. Now, the doors were locked and James gave her the go ahead to leave, all the while eying up Edward. "Sir," she said, every bit the professional. "We're closed." He smirked at her before pulling a ten from his wallet to pay for his drinks and heading out the door.

"You said you know him?" Tyler asked with piqued curiosity.

"Kind of," she shrugged, uncommitted. "Enough to know he's not batting for your team."

"Damn. Well, at least he's fun to chat with..."

"Come on, let's get the hell out of here," Bella urged, feeling giddy again and shoving her money into her pockets. It wasn't a very impressive night.

It was only the two of them left and Tyler made sure the doors closed behind him. "Cullen's still here," he said, nodding to the car that held his new friend.

"It's fine. Go home and enjoy a glass of wine for me."

"Will do. You sure you're okay? I can wait until you're in your car..."

"I want to talk to Edward anyway. Go."

"Hmm...I'm willing to bet he bats for your team..." he mumbled, walking over to his car. Bella emptied her pockets into her glove box and waited until Tyler pulled away. When it was just she and Edward, she approached his car. He opened the door and stepped out. Tonight, he wore jeans as usual and a white v-neck. With his hair already looking just-fucked, Bella swooned a little.

"Where?" Edward asked and she suddenly had trouble speaking...breathing.

Figuring she should probably suggest his place again, she realized how unseasonably warm it was outside and reveled in the quiet night. The only light was from the neon sign and they were the only two in the abandoned parking lot. Feeling brave, and ridiculously horny, Bella stepped towards him and lifted her t-shirt over her head, exposing the red bra. Grabbing her hand, Edward pulled her over to the building and into the alley behind it. "Are you insane?"

"No." She said it simply, as if there was nothing wrong with fucking by a dumpster. There was just no way in hell she could make it to his place...and they sure as hell weren't going to hers. There was a bench for the girls to smoke and relax on, though they could smoke inside. James just figured they might want to get away from things for a while on their breaks. Edward's lips looked delicious but she had to prove to herself that this meant nothing; last night was too intimate for her. Refusing to kiss him, she took his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the ground with her own. She had on a jean skirt that she slid on after her dance as it was the only bottoms she had that made it comfortable to keep on the skirted panties and stockings.

She undid his pants immediately after undoing the button on her skirt and pushing it down to her ankles. Bracing herself on the two sides of his zipper, she balanced herself and stepped one stiletto'd foot at a time out of the bunched up jean material. She heard him mutter an explicit 'fuck' as she stepped back from him. "Sit down."

He did as he was told but not before Bella caught him by a belt loop and reached for his crotch. Freeing his erection from his boxers, she took a second to appreciate it before gesturing to the bench again. She gave him a moment to fight with a condom and get comfortable. It was more awkward in the alley on the bench than it was in the apartment on the couch but once he was inside of her, it was as if the world was normal again. She threw her head back and allowed him to kiss her neck, as long as their lips didn't touch, this was just sex.

She loved that the panties were just basically a super-tight skirt. The bottom was open and she felt him run a finger underneath it, tracing the panty line it made as it hung to her hips with the material straining against the clipped spots that connected them to her stockings. His other hand worked over her leg, touching the silky stockings and then her skin. When both hands met behind her to cup her ass she realized her muscles were much more sore than earlier and she began having trouble keeping a good pace. Still cupping her, he lifted her up and down and she willingly let him take over.

As long as she was on top, she had control. She bent so far back when the orgasm ripped through her that she was surprised it wasn't painful for him. It mustn't be because seconds later, he grunted like it was a natural, primal thing and came with a shout of her name. When he let go of the death grip he had on her ass, she pulled herself up and off of him, running a hand through her hair and trying to regain her breath. "Thank fuck for dark alleys..." she muttered, licking her dry lips and trying to get her legs to move. Bending over, she slid on her jean skirt and then her shirt.

She watched him for a minute as he pulled himself up and tied the used condom before tossing it in the dumpster. He looked just as great as he felt. When he bent to pick up his own shirt, she turned and headed back down the alley to her car, looking around like she was paranoid that ninja's were going to jump out and attack her. He probably thinks you're a total fucking nut job. At least you're a good fuck...

Not even her mind could tear her down tonight. Checking the inside of her car before sliding in and locking the doors, Bella took a deep breath and drove away. Looking up, all she saw was Edward Cullen, just-fucked hair and all, leaning against his car and smoking a cigarette.

Bella woke up the next morning and the next few mornings after, noticing that a pattern was beginning to form. She'd wake up, test out her limbs to figure out which ones had survived her trysts with Edward, shower away her dirty guilt, avoid Jacob Black like the plague, shower again, go to work, fuck Edward, and then do it all over again in the morning. By the time Friday rolled around, Bella was having trouble looking herself in the eyes as she put her make up on in the bathroom mirror. As far as her conscious was concerned, she may as well take her red lipstick and write the word 'whore' in all caps across her face.

She felt off-kilter, a little twitchy, and completely disgusted with herself. The morning after the night by the dumpster, Bella had begun to feel that this was something she should not continue. Every night, she'd dance for him—only him, and her resolve would crumble right along with her dignity. It was getting harder to be okay with the other men gawking at her and God help the poor man who let a finger slip and accidentally touch her hand when she'd hand him a drink. It didn't matter, though. She could fight it all she wanted but her body betrayed everything in her that dictated what should have been right. She was addicted to Edward fucking Cullen.

The worst part was that he never even tried for more. That first night, the night she had walked out on him, it seemed that she had drawn a line between them. It was a line neither of them knew the starting or the end point. It was obvious that he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him but he kept a cool exterior up whenever she was around. She had been worried that he would not be able to handle the whole 'friends with benefits without the friends' part but he was doing so flawlessly.

Her body, it seemed, was growing acclimated to the workout she received every night. Every time it was fast, hard, and she was on top. A couple of times, they would go back to his apartment and the other times had been back on their bench. It all depended on whether or not he could stay late. If he could, then it was the alley. If he couldn't, it was his apartment where she'd meet him after work. They never spoke of their personal lives and they never asked each other questions. Along with that unknown boundary line were a lot of unwritten rules.

She knew, though, that she wasn't the only one with secrets. One night, Edward had turned away from her at a funny angle and she saw a nasty scar on his lower back. Just last night, she had noticed a fist size bruise on one of his ribs. It also wasn't lost on her that his knuckles were a little more scarred than almost anyone she knew and there were other strange white scars she had found on him. Normally, this would scream as a sign to run from him, that he was dangerous. Now, almost nothing he could do would drag her away from their arrangement. She was more dangerous to herself when she wasn't meeting up with him in dark corners of the city.

On this particular night, she was even more worked up than normal. The guilt was piling on high and a run in with Jacob Black did not help matters. The problem was that she was getting more and more worked up by the second. Edward's table was empty and she was to go on in five minutes. In the time since all this began, he had been their every single night. She worried for him, though quickly realized that she had no idea what to be worried for. She knew nothing about him except what he drove and where he lived. She knew his sister was pregnant, his father was being a pain, and his brother was getting married. None of this was reason for concern, at least not her concern.

"Bella, go, you're on!" Tyler called, looking at her like she was crazy and making his way over.

Feeling like her heels were actually bags of sand, she walked up onto the stage and tried to mentally prepare herself. It felt like months since she'd done this without him. There were plenty of men in the audience willing to oogle her and drool, throw money and admire. None of them were Edward. Mr. Yummy was not in the building. Closing her eyes, Bella let her mind conjure up some of her favorite trysts with Edward in the past week. Instead of indifference, Bella felt anger. As her eyes fell upon a hundred dollar bill which had just landed at her feet, she also felt shame.

When the song finally ended, Bella left the stage and immediately went to the dressing room. It wasn't until she got to her mirror that she realized she was shaking. Taking a deep breath, she realized that there was no air getting to her lungs. This was not the time for a panic attack. "Bells? Jesus, are you on something?" Angela asked, brushing Bella's hair away from her face and taking her hand to steady her.

"No. Anxiety," Bella choked out and allowed Angela to help her into a chair.

"Breathe, sweetie. Don't you be embarrassed about this. Every single one of our sorry bunch goes through this. Those men out there are nothing. They are just here for a good time. Did someone say something to you?"

"No...nothing like that. You better go. James will be looking for you."

"No one else is in here. I'll send for Tyler..."

"Thanks, Ang," Bella got out before watching her friend walk away.

Those men are nothing. Never had Bella felt that statement more true. Tyler came in then, a square worn-out coaster in his hand. "Here," he said, handing it to her.

"What the hell is this, Ty? Usually a glass of water would be set on it in this situation," Bella breathed out, grateful that she was taking breaths at all.

"I don't know. Lauren took the call. Said it was 'Mr. Yummy'. What the hell happened to you anyway?"

"Nothing. It's nothing."

Tyler eyes her suspiciously before shaking his head. "Whatever. Go home, Bella. I'll tell James I sent you."

About to protest, Bella realized how tired she was from her little break down and shoved the coaster into her coat pocket, not even looking at it. An internal debate was waged inside of her as she went to her car and hit the steering wheel in frustration. This was never meant to happen. This was supposed to be about two people pleasing each other's needs and moving the fuck on. Break downs when he couldn't make it were never okay. It didn't fit in to their plan. Cranking the engine and then the radio volume, Bella headed home, uninterested in seeing what the coaster had to say.

Dumping everything on her cracked, stained counter and uneven floor, Bella pulled her bed down and stripped out of her whorish attire. She refused to cry as she realized her plans were failing and she was back to square one. Giddy, frustrated, and broken. Punching her pillow in an effort to make it seem a little fluffier than it was, Bella realized maybe that gym membership might still be a good idea after all...or even a kickboxing class. Her mind was turning, on an emotional roller coaster, and in her anger she chose to ignore the coaster altogether and close her eyes. She wouldn't know until the next morning what mistake that would turn out to be.

Cold. That was the only way to describe how Bella felt, staring up at the ceiling that probably a hundred other girls had stared up at as well. She wondered how many other girls had been poked and prodded, probed and inspected, by the same sick bastards who were keeping her there. She tried to count herself lucky, tried to justify what the bastards were doing, at least she had a bed. There was a little girl in the next room over who was barely fourteen and sleeping on a foam mat on a concrete floor.

She thought back to the days before. It had been so few days ago that she had stumbled into Dr. Jackson's office, seeking a physician to sign her physical papers so that she could sign up for the college swim team. He looked so kind, so trusting, a plump, jolly old man. Of course, now she could seen why he was so damn jolly...and plump. He had money. He had friends who had money. He had girls that would work to make sure he kept his money. That's what it really all came down to. If you had money, you could have the world. Sure, you could be the richest bastard on the planet and have no friends because of it...but it didn't matter. You bought knew friends and moved on. Dr. Jackson had bought new friends with her body and he had moved the fuck on.

She shuddered as she remembered him stepping through the warehouse doors, literally rattling her cage after approaching her. She was surprised the cage wasn't already rattling, though, she was shaking hard enough to jostle the whole fucking warehouse. "Ah, Isabella. Your new owner will be here any second. You really are a pretty little thing. Too bad I can't keep you..."

She wanted to fight but knew that as long as he was out there and she was in the cage that it was pointless to try. She couldn't even spit on him because her mouth was completely dry from fear of what was about to happen to her. A man she would soon never forget came through the doors a second later, just as promised. He wasn't tall but he was muscular. His head was shaved and his eyes were a crystal blue that seemed to be completely empty. That's what scared her the most. Not the scars he was covered in, the tattoos he was sporting, or the muscles. It was the those damn, soulless eyes.

He stared at her, making her feel chills throughout her entire body. If Dr. Jackson was someone who could be Santa Clause at a local mall, this man was just bad. After a few more excruciating moments, he handed the good doctor a thick, yellow envelope and gave only a nod. As the doctor walked away, all Bella wanted to do was yell for him to come back, that she'd stay with him. She would do whatever he wanted as long as she wasn't left with this man.

Mike Newton. When she had first been brought to the make shift 'tents' the girls were inspected in that day after she was first bought, she fought when it was time to get out of the creepy bastard's car. Her leg, though, was caught under the floor mat in the back of his car and she ended up falling face first. No one bothered to help her, they just let her fall, knowing she had no control of her arms and that she could not stop herself from falling. She'd busted her lip open and when she heard the creepy bastard approach, she braced herself for a shit storm. A voice she didn't recognize sounded above her as he wrenched her up onto her feet. "Mike...man...she's feisty..."

Creepy bastard took her into one of the tents and ripped her blind fold off so she could see him stare at her again. Another man came in shortly after and addressed the man as if he was an old friend. "Newton, how are you today?"

Bile rose in her throat as she thought of how chummy these two were, as if they were just discussing the weather. She hadn't been fully panicked yet and could remember thinking that Mike Newton couldn't possibly be a dangerous man. He sounded like he belonged on his own Nick at Night special with that name of his. No, at the time, she was brave and convinced. Convinced that her father would find her, that it was only a matter of time before he ripped down those tent walls and carried her to the safety of their home.

Staring up at the ceiling a few months later, Bella knew that was never going to happen. As soon as they checked her over that first day, she learned that she was in a completely different state in a completely different part of the United States. She was actually surprised she wasn't in another country, not even aware that shit like this happened in the wonderful U. S. of A. Shit like teenage girls being stolen, bought and traded like cattle only to be treated worse than their barnyard equals.

A familiar jangle made her shoot up in bed and stare at the door. Opi, a bear of a man, stood with his knife in one hand and keys in the other. "Izzy,let's go. Clean yourself up a little bit, fucking whore..."

Cringing at the awful name, given to her by this exact cronie of Mike's, Bella looked down at herself. She had no idea how to clean herself up when all she had was the one outfit and no running water. Running her hands through her hair, she slid on her shoes and sent up silent prayers to anyone who might have been listening to her. It would be another two months that she would realize no one was listening...or more than likely...no one gave a shit.

This time when Bella woke with a start, she didn't have to untangle herself from her sheets, she was already on the floor. Shivering, she grabbed her blanket off the bed and stayed where she was, pulling the comforter tightly around herself. She was tired of crying so she just pressed her cheek to the cold floor and closed her eyes.

Thankful that the dream had ended there, she remembered what that particular man had in store for her that particular night, she knew that she would have been totally shaken. Even more so than she was now. This was no way to live. The thought hit her then. You aren't living. You're doing exactly what those men did to you. You're doing exactly what you fought against for two years of your life. You're selling your body.

Her mind tried to fight her conscious, telling it that she at least was seeing the money. That if they came for her, ever again, she'd have the means to fight back. To run. She would have options. Reaching across the floor she pulled over the jacket she wore last night and emptied its contents onto the floor. Three hundred. In one night. In one, slow night. There was something else there, something bigger and thicker than the green notes. A coaster. She realized her mistake. Perhaps she could have avoided the dream if she'd just looked at the damn thing before going to sleep.

Sitting up quickly, her stubborn anger completely out the window, she flipped it over and saw what was written. In almost illegible writing, like someone had spilled water on the ink before it could dry, Bella made out an address. 186 Dunnings Way.

Bella stood with swollen eyes and sore lungs, looking up at the large building in front of her. At first, she had refused to get out of the car, as it looked like one, big warehouse. The building was rather new looking, nothing like the old, dilapidated warehouses she was used to seeing in her small town back home. This building had windows covering the entire front, though they were all blacked out. The bottom few rows were plastered with posters and flyers. After almost a half hour of staring at the menacing building, she took a deep breath and got out of the car slowly. Approaching the glass giant like it would come alive and bite her, she didn't even bother to try the front door when she got close enough to it. There was a padlocked chain tied through the two handles.

Shaking her head, Bella just turned back to her car when she heard heels on the sidewalk behind her. "Can I help you?" a woman with curly blonde hair and a mini-dress asked.

"No...um...I'm sorry. I found this address but I must be mistaken..."

"Did you see it on a flyer or something?"

"No...just never mind."

The blonde frowned, eying Bella up and down. "Follow me."

Bella just shifted her weight and looked at the girl. "Huh?"

"Are you deaf? Follow me. We're closed right now but I can tell you need a drink."

"That's okay. I don't want to burden you. I'll stop back..."

"Whatever. I was just trying to be friendly." The girl was gone before Bella could figure out what just happened, who the girl was, or where she even came from. Confused, Bella shook her head and made it back to her car. There had to be a reason why Edward left her that particular address. Was he there partying and expected a booty call? Wow, so it's okay to fuck him every night...as long as he pays to get into your place of work?

Frustrated with him and with herself, she made her way back to her apartment and saw that the 'book store' was looking rather empty. Deciding to risk a Jacob Black encounter, she braved her favorite store and headed straight to the back. To her surprise, her book had been returned and she grabbed it quickly, as if it would disappear again at any moment. Plopping down into her favorite, comfy chair, Bella stretched out and lost herself in her favorite guilty pleasure. Well, at least the one that didn't involve Edward fucking Cullen.

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