A/N: OK, so, today Bella will tell Esme, Carlisle and Edward about the first six months of her time with Viramontes. And, because I'm me, there will be a twist. I like twists. And no, I won't tell you what it is, you cheeky minxes. You'll just have to read on…

"I'd only been with him a month when we moved for the first time. He cam through the door one morning looking like God knows what. He kicked me awake, told me to get the other girls up, and to pack, we were leaving. I asked him why. He belted me. That was probably around the time I stopped asking him any questions. We left. We went to a new place. And that night, as if we'd been there all the time, we were on the streets, selling our bodies to strangers again.

"Life fell into a routine. Spend all night, every night, on the streets. Sleep till the afternoon and then go out and start again. The occasional beating to keep things fresh. And then, three months after I started working for Viramontes, I came home one morning to find a new girl. Alice. Robert just said she'd been on the streets, and he'd offered her a meal and a bed. She was thin in the extreme, obviously hadn't eaten for a while. Robert took me to his bed that day. No prizes for guessing what he did. And then he said I had to help him "train" Alice. I said no way, no way in hell. Because I had every intention of telling her to get the hell out, fast. That was the second time he broke my nose. Smashed my face into the headboard of his bed. Then beat the crap out of me for getting blood on his sheets. Viramontes isn't exactly sane. He twists things. Something he's done or said will suddenly become something you said or did. And he'll beat you for it. He raised himself - in his mind - to the level of a god. And he could do no wrong. Of course, that meant he had the right to punish you when you did something wrong. No matter what you "did", he would beat the hell out of you.

"I agreed to help him with Alice. And I got the measure of her. Alice was wild. She was independent, she was passionate, she was bloody stupid with him. She back chatted him - and to him, that was unforgivable. He beat her. Badly. Broke her ribs. Don't know how many. And she laughed in his face. I'd never seen anybody do that, not in all my time with him. And because of her fire, I knew full damn well how much she deserved to get away. So I crept down to her one day, when everyone was in bed, and I told her to turn down any offer he made her. And I told her to submit, because it would make her life so much easier. She listened - sort of. She took him up on his "offer" and seemed to submit. But she spent so much time thinking about her escape. She planned it for two years. God knows what went wrong.

"After that, nothing was ever quite the same. The number and violence of beatings increased. And the prices went up. Of course, that lost some girls business, either because they weren't good enough, or not pretty enough. And some girls disappeared."

"What do you mean, disappeared?" Edward enquires.

"Ever seen that film, Chicken Run? When the hens stop laying? They disappear? What do you think happened?"

"Where, Bella, where did he take them?"

"The moors, just outside town. I think. That's where they were always headed, anyway. You just knew if they went with him, they didn't ever come back. I don't know for certain that he killed them, he might have had a kind streak after all. But…" I don't need to finish that sentence, but I do, just to emphasize to them my situation. "Robert Viramontes was not kind, was not merciful. And he did not let what was his go."

"We'll come back tomorrow."

"There's no point. My story after the first six months does not change. Apart from the occasional difference in beating and resulting injury. I'll write my statement tonight. That will be enough for a conviction?"

"If we find bodies. And even if we don't, yes, it will. Because once he's in, I'd put money on the fact that many people will offer us more," Esme says, standing up. "And because your protection is very important, Jasper Whitlock will move in too."

"No guns," I say firmly. "I will not have guns. I've had one too many held to my head in my time."

"He'll be armed, Bella, I'm afraid that's unavoidable," Carlisle whispers to me. "But you will never have to see it."

And so Jasper moves in. one more mouth to feed, although, having said that, he doesn't eat much. Carlisle told me I have to make sure he has at least one meal a day, or he'll just snack. Emmett is still beating himself up over the followed incident, even though I've told him, again and again that it doesn't matter, that we're all safe now. Carlisle threw the newspaper at his head and told him to shut his mouth or he'd get it shut for him and Jasper just chatted to me about the army. Probably because I'm a fresh audience and Carlisle says he's been banned from even mentioning it at the station because everybody is so sick of hearing about it.

"Good morning, beautiful," a voice says, slipping long arms around my shoulders and hugging me. I jump about a foot and drop the (thankfully closed) pack of bacon on the floor.

"Oh, my God, Carlisle, are you nuts? You nearly gave me a heart attack," I complain, but snuggling into him all the same.

"Breakfast?"

"Soon. Coffee is in the pot if you want a mug. And where the hell is Jasper? He is supposed to be going out early to do the weekly shopping for me. Watch the bacon. I'm going to go find him."

I clatter up the stairs and stick my head round Jasper's door. His bed doesn't look slept in. I knock once on Emmett's and then burst in, intent upon asking him where Jasper has gone.

"OH MY GOD!"

"BELLA!" Emmett bellows at me. "What the hell?!"

"I am so sorry!" I slam the door behind me, and run for it.

"Bella? You OK?" Carlisle asks, bemused as I stagger into the kitchen and collapse into a chair.

"Is there any way to get rid of really bad memories?"

"Why?"

"I just walked in on Jasper giving Emmett head," I groan, dropping my head onto the table. "My eyes are burning. Please kill me."

Carlisle found it funny. Emmett found it humiliating. Jasper found it mildly amusing, saying I had knocked after all, and it was partially my fault that I hadn't waited for a reply. I merely found it hugely embarrassing, wondering how I could possibly ever look either of them in the eye again.

A/N: That is what happens when I get bored of drama. And review...tell me what you thought and so on.