Alright you guys! It's finally here! New story, and I'm so happy with how it turned out. Seriously, It's probably my favorite story the I've written. (yes, I'll get my other ones reworked and posted again. But I had to get this one done, first.)

So, forewarning, this story deals with rape, so if it's something that bothers you, or you're triggered, either proceed with caution or don't read it. Yes, I'm saying don't read it. If it's too much for some people, I don't want someone affected by it. I will have things marked off if you want to skip that part of the story, but i want everyone to be warned, it's not just 'oh, she was attacked'. No, there's some depth to it.

But, on the other side of that, this is a story of healing. Yes there's angst, but there's also some funny moments. So! We're gonna laugh, we're gonna cry, we're gonna go on this journey with them, and hopefully love these characters.

So, for a rundown of things; Bella is a singer/songwriter. She's originally from Charleston, SC. She moves out to L.A. to form a band, and gets attacked. She heads off for a trip, and pops in back home, where things start coming back into focus for her and she starts realizing some things.

Charleston, SC, for anyone that doesn't know, is an amazing city. I call it 'my city', because, as many South Carolinians do, we consider Charleston 'our city'. It becomes a part of you and you end up feeling like part of your soul gets left there when you leave. Ever hear the song 'I left my heart in San Fransisco'? Same thing! I left part of my soul in Charleston.

I will post of the 'no rules twilight fanfiction group' page on facebook some pictures that go along with the chapters.

Anyways! Like I said, this is one of my faves that I've written, so I hope that y'all enjoy this story!

Normal disclaimers; twilight isn't mine, songs aren't mine, but I will use lots of them in this story. Music has a way of calling to me and projecting a story for me to write.

Chapter 1 - Rage

BPOV

Fuck this shit! I'm still a famous singer!

"Look, you little pop princess wannabe. You can either get out of my way, or I can plow right over you. It's your choice right now, darlin. If you don't make your mind up soon, I'll do it for you!" Yes I was being a bitch, but I've got every right to be anymore.

The little brat that's standing in front of me at Starbucks is really starting to kill my buzz and I just want a god damn chocolate croissant and maybe a bagel… I need something to soak up this alcohol…

"Miss, I'm sorry but we're not quite open. We're not serving at this time. You'll have to come back in about a half hour." Princess says snottily, trying to turn me away from the storefront.

"Oh give me a fucking break! The other one opens at 4:30! You can open up for Angelina in the middle of the god damn night, but I want a croissant and bagel at 5 in the fucking morning, and y'all are acting like there's nothing available in the store! What? Is everything being baked right at this very second? I know for a fact that's bullshit! Just let me buy something! I don't care what it is at this point!" I yell at this little bitch because at this point, I don't care.

I don't care that it's 5 a.m.

I don't care that I'm being rude.

I don't care that I've been drinking for the past 5 hours at the club.

I don't care that I seem to be the only celebrity that gets shit from employees at Starbucks in L.A.

I don't care that I just wanna go home and wallow in my bed for the rest of the damn day.

I don't care that this little Barbie princess is smacking her gum in my face.

Cuz I'm bout to smack her in her botoxed face in a second…

I don't care!

I'm tired of being singled out as this crazy person that got attacked by some asshole and no one believed me. But they all believed him…

"Look, we'll have everything out and ready at 5:30. You can come back then." She says in an annoying tone like every other little brat that grew up in the valley…

My blood starts to boil…

And that's it…

I'm done.

I grab one of the chairs that they have set up for outside dining, and sling it around, and let it fly through the fucking window of Starbucks.

Princess Barbie jumps and screams, looking back at me like I'm some crazy, deranged person.

Well guess what honey, this is what happens when all of Hollywood shits on you.

"You're crazy! I'm calling the cops!" Barbie screams, and pulls her phone from her pocket.

"Go ahead! Maybe they'll be here in time to get their god damn coffee at 5:30!" I yell back, but in an almost too calm way.

I've gotten used to this bullshit.

She eyed me warily as I turned and walked away, hailed a fucking cab, because at least they're running at this time of the morning.

"Can you take me to the nearest McDonald's?" I ask the guy and he takes off down the street and makes two turns and I see the beautiful golden arches and I squeal like a little kid seeing that it's indeed open.

"Fuck you Starbucks!" I scream out the window before the cabbie pulls up to the drive-thru.

"Hi! Can I get a chicken biscuit, two hash-browns and a large sweet tea, please?" I ask the nice lady through the box. I gotta have my sweet tea.

You can take the girl out of the south, but you can't take the south out of the girl.

Clearly, due to my barroom brawling tactics back at Starbucks…

I pay for my meal and almost kiss the girl at the window but I refrain because that might be a little over the top…

The cabbie drives me back to my house and I enjoy my delicious meal on the way, as I flip off every Starbucks we pass on the way.

Seriously, why are there so many of them in this town, and none of them are open when you need them?

Bastards.

McDonald's never lets me down.

I drag my still half-drunk ass out of the cab and into my house and up the stairs to my bedroom, stripping off pieces of clothing as I go.

Too bad there's no guy here to help me with this. That would be super right now.

Oh right, the last time that happened, I got attacked and no one listened when I went to the cops. What, just cuz I'm a 'rock star' a guy can do whatever he wants to me and I can't say 'no'? Fuck that shit.

I finally make it to my bed and flop on it, face down. I somehow crawl my mostly naked ass up to the top and under the sheets and curl around my pillow.

And my mind starts to wander... My mind ALWAYS wanders back to what happened and the fallout from it, and I just fall back into my depression and I just can't seem to get away from it…

It's like a nagging bully in the back of my mind saying, 'hahaha! You got screwed and he's still out there, famous as he ever was, and you're here, still holding onto the past, fallen from grace.'

Yeah, what a way to live…

But what else can I do? I went to the hospital the next morning, and the cops came in, and they didn't do much. They basically laughed in my face.

Then I let it slip to someone at TMZ that this asshole drugged and raped me, but it turned on me in the worst way.

People in Hollywood thought I was just being a baby, that in the industry I'm in, this is what happens. Rock stars drink, do drugs and sleep around…

Not me though. I always said I'd keep my head on straight when I got here. And I did, for the most part…

A/N: So, what do y'all think so far? I'm not sure what my posting schedule is gonna be. I don't know if it's gonna be every day, every other day, or what. Not once a week. I'm not gonna do that to y'all. But, just know that the story is fully written, so it's just a matter of posting the chapters.

Until next time! Muah!