Summary: Bella is a take no crap woman. She grew up with the Mercer brothers before she was forced to leave. She goes back home with Bobby after Evelyn Mercer was murdered. (Bella/Bobby)

Chapter 1: Bobby's Girl

Bella was angry. The guy who has told her that he loved her, up and had the gall to say that she had been a toy for his amusement. Bella hadn't loved him, and in truth, she hadn't even wanted to date him, pretty boys weren't her type. She gained an unwanted stalker that would not go away, but until he tried something, or did something to her, she couldn't do a damn thing. Anyway, after he decided to leave her alone, she could finally do something about that mama's boy.

Edward Mason was now in the hospital with broken ribs, broken eye-socket, and a broken arm. He had learned that Isabella Swan was not one to mess with. She grew up in Detroit, and was best friends with the Mercer brothers. She knew how to take care of herself. Hell, she only moved to Forks, Washington because her biological father had found out about her.

As it turned out, Charlie had just wanted a slave and a sex toy. Well, he too learned that Bella was not someone to take advantage of. When he first tried to touch her, well, he lost his manhood. She took her gun, and shot it off. There was only one man who was allowed to touch her, and his name was Bobby Mercer.

Bella knew Charlie wouldn't say anything because then he would have to be honest about why she did what she did. He couldn't have his spotless reputation ruined. Bella did not know how no one had discovered this hidden side of Charlie. She was willing to bet that she was the product of a rape.

It wasn't very long after Bella put Edward in the hospital, that Charlie tried something else. He tried to sell her to his friends, well, they were all dead now, and when the police tried to arrest her, well, they soon discovered that she had reason to do what she did. She had cameras hidden all over the house, and it showed what they had tried to do. She was let off, and she received Charlie's pension, life insurance, and his inheritance from his parents. It turned out, Charlie had been a very rich man, and now it belonged to Bella.

After the drama unfolded, Bella called Bobby and told him everything that had happened since she left more than five years ago. They had stayed in contact, but they haven't seen each other in those five years. Just as she suspected, Bobby was enraged at what had happened to her, and told her that he was on his way to her. Bella was always his girl. Nothing would happen to her. Hell, he tried to move on from that beautiful girl, and he couldn't.

When Bobby arrived, he was stunned at how small this town was. And who in their right minds named a town after an eating utensil. That's insane.

When he pulled into the driveway, Bella opened the door, ran towards him, and jumped into his arms, smiling. "Hey loca," he greeted, swinging her around. "I've missed you," she said, wrapping legs around his waist. Bobby had forgotten how good it was to hold her in his arms.

"I've missed you, beautiful," he said, pulling away, cupping her neck in his hand, angling his head, and kissing her, carrying her inside. Now that he had her, he was never letting go. He sat on the couch, with Bella sitting in his lap. "I've told you everything that has happened to me, now what has been happening with you?" she said, scratching her nails across his neck, driving him crazy.

"I'm on my way home. My mother was murdered," he said, making her tense in his arms. "What? She was the sweetest damn woman in the world! She was a saint! Who would want to hurt her?" she exclaimed, jumping up from his lap, and started gathering the papers she needed.

"Baby, I will handle this. I'm going to find out what happened," he promised, and Bella knew what was going to happen. She knew Bobby. He was going after the ones responsible. "I know you will. I am coming with you," she said, marching up the stairs and into her room, packing up her room, when Bobby came into the room, shutting the door behind him.

He came up behind Bella, as she was digging out the clothes and shoes she had brought with her from Detroit. Her favorite was the leather jacket and biker boots Bobby had gotten her for her eighteenth birthday. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his body, kissing her neck. She turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Bobby," she breathed, making him grip her legs in his hands, picking her up, laying her on the bed.

The next two hours they reconnected. They had forgotten how good it felt to be this close. It has been years, and it felt like they had never been apart. "We have to get on the road if we want to make it to your mother's funeral on time," Bella said, as she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I know," he said, squeezing her tighter for a moment, before they got dressed. Bella stole his shirt and he smiled. She looked sexy wearing his clothes. It was not the first time she has worn his clothes, and knowing her, it will not be the last. Before too long, they were on the road, as Bella didn't have a lot she wanted to bring with her. She had maybe a suitcase full of clothing, a duffle bag, and one box of photos and letters they had written and sent to each other. She even had pictures from their childhood in Detroit. Bella and his mother were the only ones that could get Bobby to take a picture.

He felt a weight on his lap, and looked down, seeing Bella asleep with her head in his lap. He smiled, before focusing on the road. He was going home. It was the last place he wanted to be, but he wanted answers on what happened to his mother.