Love and Mafia

By: Warriorgirl11

Chapter 1

BPOV

I walked into my tiny house as it poured down rain outside. My name is Isabella Swan, Bella for short. I live in a tiny town called Forks. You may not have heard of it before but it is located in Washington. I am 22 years old with light brown hair and eyes. I am just a plain Jane. I have only had a few boyfriends but they have all used me and cheated on me, every single one, especially Mike Newton. I live by myself as I work at the diner down the street. The one me and my Dad, Charlie Swan, Ex-Chief of Police in Forks always ate at with my mom, Renee who was an Elementry school teacher..

My parents died last year in a head on car crash by a drunk driver. When they were hit they were killed instantly but the car flipped also. It was such a tragic. I cried for days but I slowly pulled myself together. I had mostly given up everything when they died. I could barely afford this house which is why it is for sell so I can move into a smaller apartment.

I can't afford college no matter how much I would like to become an author but working for 6$ an hour for 8 hours and I worked 5 days a week made me 120 dollars a week and then nearly 500 dollars a month and it was nearly 350 for the heating and lighting bill. But the good thing was I was able to get 4 free meals during a week so I used them for dinner and brought it home and ate PB and J for lunch and cooked my other meals.

I took off my rain jacket that was soaking wet and hung it on Charlie's old coat hanger beside the door. My thoughts wondered to my parents as I took off my apron and dug in the pockets to see how much money in tips I got today.

As I counted it I grabbed the jar from inside the dark brown cabinet which held my weekly tips. It was already Wednesday and I had around 100 dollars. I counted out 25 dollars that I had earned and stuffing it into the jar.

Ok Bella so that is 125 dollars, just think there is still 2 more days. The only reason people tipped me well wait more than well was because they felt bad for me. I didn't need pity. I sighed as I put the jar back into the medicine cabinet, sighed as I grabbed a Tylenol for the pounding head ache I had. I walked up the stairs tripping on the way up like the clumsy thing I am and kept walking.

When Renee and Charlie had died, I moved my stuff into their bedroom so I could have more room. For some reason I had always been comfortable in this room like my parents were in here with me and hugging me. I remember I would jump in their bed when there was a horrible thunderstorm brewing with bad lightning and thunder that shook the house. Whenever there was still a storm I always laid awake unable to sleep.

I opened up my dresser and searched for my favorite pair of sweat pants and a Forks Police T-shirt that had been Charlie's and walked back down the hall to the one bathroom we had all shared for my whole life.

I turned the water on and let it warm up as I stripped down and then turned back to the shower and stepped into the warm water. My hot showers always had been my escape place where no one would bother me. I was the exact, how do you say, social person, I was always shy and quiet and always had my face in a book. When I was in high school, I was bullied by 2 girls named Jessica Stanley and Lauren Maulary because I was a straight A student and was quiet and not very social. The only friend I had was Angela Weber, she had staid back with me in Forks after my parents passed away and she was at the Community College and we both worked as waitresses for the Diner.

The water soon went cold and I groaned. I pulled the towel around myself and stepped out. I got dressed again and brushed through my hair and then I wrapped my hair in the towel to brush my teeth. I walked back down stairs and turned the stove on so I could eat some Mac and cheese and just lie on the couch and watch an episode of House, M.D. and read my favorite book, Wuthering Heights. It was one of the oldest copies of the book and it was basically falling apart because I had read it so much but I refused to throw it away because my parents gave it to me.

Once my bowl of Macaroni was ready, I fixed myself a glass of water and walked back to the living room and laid on the couch and curled underneath a heavy blanket. It was so cold in the house but I loved it. I listened to the heavy thunder as I turned on the TV. The thunder boomed seeking attention but I ate my Macaroni in peace.

A few hours later I was once again done with my book and laid it on the coffee table, deciding it was time to go to bed since it was 8:30pm, my regular bedtime. I always got home at 6 but I went to bed early. I wish those stupid ole pills would take affect because my headache had turned into a migraine and my stomach felt wizzy. I folded the old heavy blanket, sleepily with my hair still wrapped in a towel. My hair never did anything no matter what I did to it so I always left it up to dry.

I walked down the hall way to the kitchen, taking a last sip of my water when someone or something grabbed my upper arms, scaring me as I dropped the glass in fright and water and shards of glass went very where and I got a small cut on my ankle.

"Make a move, Isabella and I promise you, I will beat you senseless," The velvet voice hissed and I remained calm and did what Charlie had taught me when I was in high school so that I knew what to do whenever something like this happened even though I was still scared.

I tried to move my arms but I couldn't so I used my leg power and I kneed him, hurting myself in the process, in a place where he keeps his junk at and twisted around. The man before me had pale white skin, bright green eyes, and a golden tinted hair. Started to run away from him towards the door but I felt him grab my waist and wrapped an arm around my thighs making it so I couldn't knee him again.

"You're going to get it soon, Baby doll. Now let's see," He said picking me off my feet as I kicked as much as I could but his hold was strong but I kept trying and grunting. "Now let's see your beautiful hair, shall we darling."

I didn't like the humor this man had, coming in my home. O my Lord, Dear God don't let him rape me! He had dropped me back onto the couch in the living room and I squirmed. He pinned my hands above my head.

"Stay still or I promise you will regret it later on," He growled pulling my wet hair out of the towel and I screamed in agony since it had pulled at my head. His eyes turned black for a moment and it was abnormal and he flashed back.

"I think you're getting a little sleepy, aren't you Isabella?" He said putting a hand in his pocket and pulling out a needle. "I think so."

I squirmed even more trying to get out of his grasp and screamed as the needle punctured my skin on my upper right arm and I felt fluids being drained into my system and I hissed as he pulled the needle out.

"There, there, Isabella. It'll go away soon. I promise, sleep," He said in a soothing voice and everything was swirling around me. I felt him lift me up and I felt my same heavy blanket curl around my small frame and soon the Mysterious man covered my eyes with the blanket and the darkness over took me.