I don't own Twilight

BPOV

I walked to my room and grabbed a bag from my closet. I looked down at my outfit. Well, it was still clean; I could wear it to work. Oh, but I had two acts tonight. Okay I'll wear my red outfit…

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed out of it my hooker red leather halter top and the matching mini skirt. I threw them in the bag along with my thigh high black boots. Then I walked downstairs, grabbed a granola bar, and hopped in my truck.

The drive was only about 30 minutes long, but my truck was groaning in protest by the time I got to the edge of the city. I parked it in the driveway of a house in the middle of the woods that was old and abandoned. Not smart, but what does it really matter? I've already been through hell; a little bit more wouldn't do much damage.

I started walking down the street and after about 15 minutes, I reached the club. Luckily, The City wasn't too far away from where I parked.

I went backstage to the dressing room. There I saw Ashley, or Misty (her stage name). She was my best friend in the whole world! I ran over to her and she gave me a huge hug.

"Hello love!" I said to her.

"Hey babe. Hows home?"

"Um…same as usual"

Ashley was the only one I had told about Charlie abusing me. But I didn't want to tell her about him raping me. Not yet, at least…I was too embarrassed to tell her.

She looked at me with a knowing expression and said, "You aren't telling me something. That's okay, but tell me eventually, okay?"

She knew me way too well! I nodded to her and went to the mirror to put my make up on. I decided to keep it natural for this act and just wear some light mascara and cover up. I sat next to Ashley and talked while we waited for Alexis, or Candy, to get off the stage.

I looked at Ashley and said, "I don't like these cheap names. Why do we have to have them? Well, I like mine. It's pretty funny, if you think about it."

She sighed, "George says that they make us seem sexier. And I like your name. Haha, who doesn't like blowing things?"

I was about to reply when Alexis came off the stage. She waved to me as I got up and went to the stage.

I scanned the crowd as I took my place on stage. We had a pretty good audience tonight; after all it was a Friday night. That's our most crowded time.

When the music started, I started swaying my hips to the beat. I slowly started grinding against the pole and dropping down against it. I always started off slow like this; it made the guys go crazy! I eased my skirt and top off until I was in just my matching black lace bra and g-string set. I continued going slow like this for another minute until the song increased tempo. When it got faster, so did I. I swung my legs up and spun around the pole. I felt guys shoving tips into the band of my g-string. I slid down off of the pole as the next song. I got down on the floor with my ass facing towards the audience and started to "shake my moneymaker" as the song said. After a minute or so, I stood up, swaying my hips to the beat. I did a few more of my tricks and then went offstage. It was Ashley's turn now. Then Laura would go, and then it was me and Ashley's duet. I love that act, it's so much fun!

Saturday Morning, 3:00 AM

I finally got off shift. I said goodbye to the girls and started walking to my truck. I was searching for my keys when I heard someone behind me. I bravely spun around to find myself face to face with James.

"Hello, my dear Isabella. Miss me?"

He was suddenly in front of me, rubbing against me in what I guessed was supposed to be a sexy way. I struggled against him in vain, stupid vampires with their super strength or whatever. James reached down and untied my halter top with one hand while pressing my hands against my truck with his other. He stopped and gazed at my lazy black bra with hunger in his eyes.

"Take a picture you pervert, it'll last longer," I spat at him.

"Aw, don't be like that baby. There are millions of women in the world, and I chose you for my fuck of the night. You should feel honored!" He smiled down at me in a sickly sweet way.

"Fuck you, Casanova!" I yelled at him.

He suddenly got an angry look on his face and growled, "Don't you dare talk to me like that you bitch."

He threw me on the ground and a sharp pain went through my body. I gasped, and James smiled.

"You like that pain, whore? Well get ready for more of it"

I looked up at him, and felt a rush of adrenaline surge through me. I smiled and said, "Pain? Oh, don't worry about me. Me and pain go way back. We know each other well. Gimme your best shot, you sonofabitch. You can't do anything to me that I haven't already experienced!"

He looked shocked for a second, and then suddenly looked up sharply. Suddenly I heard the squeal of tires and glanced up to see none other than the infamous Edward Cullen pulling James off of me.

I watched as the blurs of Edward and James fought at a pace too fast for me to see what was happening.

Could vampires get hurt? Could they die? I hope Edward doesn't get hurt. Ugh, bad Bella. You mustn't think like that.

The smell of smoke lifted me out of my thoughts. I saw Edward in front of a purple smoking fire.

"Edward? What the hell?"

"Nice to see you too, Bella. So is this whole damsel in distress thing your game? Cause you seem to play that part often. However, you don't let your knight in shining armor ride in on his stallion and save you, at least not willingly. Now, why is that?"

"I take care of myself. No one else needs to help me. I've watched my own back for a long time, why let other people help now?"

Edward sighed and looked at me, taking in my appearance for the first time.

"Bella, what's with the, err, clothes?"

"I'm a stripper, whoop-de-fucking-do. What's it to you?"

His face flashed with shock, and he asked, "Why, Bella? And why do you have so many bruises under all that cover up?"

I scoffed. Stupid vampire sight. I stood up, turning my back on him, and started to climb into my truck when a hand grabbed my wrist. I flinched away, waiting for the blow to come. But it never came. I looked up and realized that it was only Edward, how stupid of me.

"Bella, I don't think you should drive. I'll drive you home."

"No! You can't."

"Why not?"

"Cause I don't have a death wish. Goodnight Edward. And thank you for saving me, again."

I pulled out and drove back to Forks. As soon as I got home I grabbed a half empty beer bottle from Charlie's hand (he was passed out on the couch). I walked upstairs, taking a sip of alcohol on each step. When I got to my room, I pulled off my thigh highs and lay down on my bed.

I needed to think. What had just happened? Well, I almost got raped by a crazy tracker vampire who Edward killed and saved me. Then Edward saw all of my bruises and I told him I'm a stripper. And I think I might be falling for him. And I pretty make gave away my secret when I told him why he couldn't drive me home. And he…wait, WHAT? Did I just think what I think I thought? I am NOT falling for Edward Freaking Cullen. No fucking way.

Wow, this is too much to handle. Suddenly my vision blurred and I tasted salt in my mouth. I realized I was crying a second before I wished Edward was here. Wow…I really am falling for him.

Later

Charlie was out drinking all day. I guess that was good, since I would probably be at work by the time he got home.

I should have known I wouldn't be so lucky.

He got home about 30 minutes before I had to leave for work. I had just gotten out of the shower when he got home. He was drunk as hell and shouting random gibberish at me from downstairs. I quickly threw on jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs, waiting to see how badly I would get it.

He started to beat me worse than ever. It quickly turned into raping me, however. Thankfully, he didn't hit my face. That would be really hard to cover up.

When he was done raping me, he punched me in the stomach once then stumbled out the front door.

I got up as fast as I could and looked at the time. Crap! I was going to be late for work. I sprinted outside, ignoring my body's screams of pain. I pushed my truck as fast as it would go, and managed to get to Port Angeles in record time. This time, I decided against parking on the edge of the city. I would just have to hope that I could make it to The City without breaking down.

Surprisingly, I made it all the way to the club. I walked backstage and ran into Ashley, literally. I cried out in pain. She looked at me and gasped, "Ohmygod! Bella, honey, are you okay? Come on, we need to get you some cover up on. Your bruises are really obvious right now."

Thank god for Ashley. She took me into an empty dressing room and carefully washed off any blood that I had on me, and then carefully put cover up on all my bruises.

"Bells, can you strip down to your bra and panties? I need to get everything covered."

I nodded and managed to get my shirt and jeans off. She applied cover up thickly on my bruises until they were no longer visible. She helped me get into one of the outfits that were available for any of the girls to use, since I had forgotten mine. I wasn't sure how I could possibly dance when it hurt to walk.

Ashley was called on stage then, and I waited for my turn after her. Just as Ashley was finishing up her dance, George walked up to me and said I had a call. I walked into his office and he tabbed my ass then pointed at the phone. I picked it up and said hello.

"Hello, is this Isabella Swan?"

"Yes, it is, who is this?"

"It's Officer Spettle. I work with your dad. I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your dad was in a car accident not long ago. He crashed into a tree. He died upon impact."

"Oh…wow…well, thank you for telling me"

"I'm very sorry for your loss"

"Yeah…Bye"

I hung up and gave a sigh of relief. Charlie, that bastard, was finally gone. I knew that jackass would get what he deserved one day. I walked out of George's office with a smile on my face, no longer feeling my pain.

Now announcing, Bubbles!

I hurried to the stage and did my dance better than I ever have before. I felt infinite.

As I was walking offstage after my act, I caught sight of the damn Cullens standing in the crowd, openmouthed. I waved to them, smiling. I ran to Ashley and hugged her as tight as I could.

"Why so happy, Bella darling?"

"Charlie is dead, he died in a car crash about an hour ago."

"Oh, Bella! I'm so happy for you!"

"Tell George that I'm leaving for the night. I need to celebrate!"

And then I drank the night away [A/N – HAHAHAHA!]

I woke up that morning on my bedroom floor holding an empty bottle of Crown with a massive hangover, but I couldn't care less. I was free!

I heard the phone ringing and ran to get it.

"Hello?"

"Isabella? Yes, It's Officer Spettle again. I just wanted to tell you that your father's funeral is all planned out. It will be this Wednesday."

"Thank you, Goodbye"

Wow, now I had to pretend to mourn for this motherfucker? This sucks. Oh well, at least I'm free from Charlie! But wait, I am only 17. Is it legal for me to live alone? I sure hope so.

Wednesday, the funeral just ended

I was standing by my father's grave alone, everyone else had just left. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around. There I saw Jay Gold. He was one of Charlie's drinking buddies; he had come over a few times and slapped me around with Charlie. He was a greasy, disgusting man.

He sneered at me and said, "Well, Isabella, you're coming to live with me. Your father left me as your legal guardian in his will."

Before I had the chance to say anything, he grabbed my upper arm and dragged me to his car. He threw me in the backseat and locked the doors. I tried to unlock it, but he had turned the child lock on. Fuck him. He always was clever.

Jay got in the driver's seat and turned to face me. He was held up rope and smiled at me. I began to struggle, but he was too strong. He spun me around and tied my wrists together way too tight. He then put a piece of duck tape over my mouth and began driving.