A/N HI EVERYONE! Thank you so much for reading! Ok so heres the deal I haven't written in over 6 years. I'm not sure if anybody still reads twilight fanfiction anymore, but clearly I'm not over Edward and Bella. I started writing this fic 6 years ago i recently found it in my old laptop. So with that being said this has only been edited by me. i have to beta. so there is probably a shit ton of grammar mistakes.
Also total disclaimer i dont own Twilight. duh. Anyways please let me know what you guy think. i would love to hear from all the twilight lovers out there.
BELLA
I know I fucked up the moment Lana walks into the locker room. Her long shiny black hair is braided flat against her head and her clothes are dry. She hasn't had her fight yet. She gives me this sympathetic glace before making way into the restrooms. I bang my head against the lockers before I hunch over my seat. A pain curses through my side causing me to groan and whimper. The cigarette in between my fingers threatens to fall if I don't stop my shaking. I cough into my hand and that sends me into another roll of pains. I open my eyes to a hand extend towards me, two white pills sit in Lana's palm.
"Drink, it will make you feel better. Let me look at your hands, your knuckles are still bleeding." I try to scoff but it comes out as a pathetic wince. She tries to hand me the plastic cup filled with water. I shake my head and take another drag of my cigarette but before I can bring it to my lips she snatches it from my fingers.
"Stop" She warns taking my cigarette and ashing it on the bench next to me. Forcibly she hands me the pain killers. I pop the pills and swallow them dry. She looks over me in silence avoiding the huge elephant in the room.
"How pissed is he?" No need to ignore that fact that I just lost a few hundred thousand dollars. Lana shakes her head.
"What do you think chicka?" her thick accent dripping with sarcasm. "That was the dirtiest fight I ever seen. I don't know why you agreed to fight V, you know she fights dirty." she says pressing her fingers against my ribs. I wince. "Not broken, but bruised." She notes with a nod of her head before moving on to my face. She presses her calloused fingers right above my eyebrow.
Fuck that hurts.
"You know I didn't want to fucking fight that bitch." I snap my head away from her prying hands.
We both jump when metal doors of the locker room screech open then again at the bang of someone clashing their fits against them. Aro is in the room. His expensive white suit flows as he moves. He removes his dark shades as he nears us. With a snap of his fingers he sends Lana out. She gives me a small tap on my shoulder before quickly bolting out of the room. I don't stand up from the bench. I simply pick up another cigarette and flick it alive. Aro is a big motherfucker by looking at him you would easily be under the impression he is some kind of boss, which he is, whether it's the Mob, Mafia, Cartel, I don't know. I'm not going to ask either. Tattoos scar his pale skin his black hair is shiny with product; he is so pale I can see the blue vein on his forehead. He has rings on most of his fingers making his expensive and threatening look complete.
"I-" I start to explain why its not my fault.
"SHUT UP!" my jaw snaps at his order. "Is this the thanks I get for putting you on?!" he screams, I flinch into my seat. "Are you out of your mind? LOOK AT ME!"
I dare to look. He is fucking livid. Before I have time to defend myself the back of his hand is connecting painfully against my cheek, the echo of skin to skin travels the locker room. My neck snaps to the side. I bite the inside of my cheek. I spit blood on the concrete floor before slowly turning to face him. Not letting any insight of how much that fucking hurt. He glares at me for a few seconds before fixing the cuff of his jacket and turning to leave but when he reaches the double doors he stops.
"Tomorrow night. Eleven pm. 111th and Crenshaw. You will get me my money." His voice is eerily calm.
"I'M NOT WHOREING!" I yell after him, its too late he is gone. My stomach flips I can taste the vomit erupt from my throat; I lean over in between my legs and spill the contents of my stomach onto the floor. A sob burst from me making my body shake. Once my heaving has subsided I take a deep breath trying to calm down. I stand up excruciatingly slow, grabbing my belongings from my locker before walking out the back door. I don't bother to let anyone know that I am leaving.
My life has been far from cookie cutter, most my nights usually don't end up this bad though. My job requires some physical…force… for lack of a better word. I am an underground female UFC fighter. The kind of shit you see on TV, only ten times bloodier. Aro is what you would call my "manager ". In reality he owns me. It has never been easy for me, my entire life I have had to endure pain. I was thirteen when the pathetic excuse of a mother kicked me out. Four years I have been on my own. I learned how to adapt to the streets. I have been to New York to Texas to where I am currently residing, Los Angeles. This is the longest I stayed in one city because of Aro. At first fighting was an escape, something where I could take my anger out but now, it feels like I am slowly dying from it. Everyday it takes a little bit from me.
I know if I try to leave Aro would look for me. He would find me and make me wish I never even thought about leaving him. Like I said he owns me. I owe him so he owns me.
When I finally make it back to my apartment the shitty day I just had comes at me full force. My mind is racing like it usually does after a fight, but now my body it hurting badly. I start to strip my clothes as I make my way to the bathroom wincing every time my body stretches. I stand naked in front of my mirror. Angry dark bruises cover my entire body. My face isn't any better. Dry blood covers some of my brown hair making it dark black. No wonder people were going out of there way to avoid me on my way home. It looks like I got the shit kicked out of me…literally.
I find my self on the corner of 111th and Crenshaw Blvd the next night. The street is buzzing, hookers litter every corner. I look at my watch for the hundredth time then look around for any sign of Aro. I am sore and my ribs are tapped. I can't lift my right hand to take a drag from my cigarette without wincing in pain. Suddenly the chimes of my phone signal that I have a new message, it's an unknown number, and the message is simple.
Black Escalade to your right.
I know it's from Aro, looking around I try to locate him, but there are so many people. I do, however, spot the Escalade about a quarter mile to my right. I flick my dying cigarette to the pavement and bring my hood over my head before stuffing my hands inside my pockets and walking over to the car. My heart is thumping in my chest. I don't know what is waiting for me in that car. It could range from a horny senator who wants my company for the night to a drug dealer wanting to make a deal.
Either way I am acting on Aro's behalf, if shit goes sour I am the one to pay the price.
I stand next to the car; the tinted windows don't allow me to see anything. Suddenly said window starts to lower itself. I am now face to face with a man. He is well in his forties. His thick mustache and eyebrows are glazed with a few graying hairs.
I frown and try to ignore the nagging feeling in my stomach telling me I have seen this man before.
"Sixty was agreed?" He might as well have spoken Chinese to me, because I have no idea what the fuck that was supposed to mean.
"Whatever the boss said." I respond quickly.
The man snorts and moves to open the clove compartment, in that second two things happen. One, the man's jacket opens slightly reveling to me a threatening metallic object obscured on his ribs but most importantly a gold badge strapped to the leather strap holding the gun. Our eyes meet, realization of his mistake flashes though is eyes; his partner opens the driver's seat to exit the vehicle. Two, I hear a squeal of tires and see another black SUV that was hidden in the darkness peel away.
Aro.
Everything happens so suddenly. I take off running. I run like my freedom is at stake because at this moment it sure as hell is. My heart feels like its going to jump out of my chest because of all the stress I am putting in through. My mad breathing makes my ribs feel like they are on fire. My whole body is protesting, begging me to stop. My mind is racing trying to piece this fuck up together.
What the fuck just happened? Fucking piece of shit left me! Can I out run these cops?
"MOVE!" I hear one time yell behind me. I turn my head to glance at him. He is not far behind, his gun in his hand. "LAPD! STOP!" he yells at me.
I push people out of my way. I am sweating yet shivering at the same time. My luck runs out when a homeless man crosses my path his cart full of shit slams into me. Not only did the officer catch me up but is also able to tackle me to the ground with so much force my vision becomes spotty. He twists my hand in the most excruciating way; my scream is heard down the street, although, the pain on my side is so much worse. When he cuffs me and lifts me up I find my self in a haze.
"Fucker." I mutter my voice failing to sound as stable as I had intended to. Knowing I am about to pass out I try to shake his hand off me, thinking I might still have a chance to get away, but that makes things worse. My breath leaves me…then nothing.
The smell of sterilization assaults my nose. My stomach twists and my eyes snap open. I panic my initial instinct is to get up and fight whoever put me down here, but I find my hands unable to move. I try again only to hear a distinct metal to metal contact.
"Shit." I gasp and try to sit up from wherever I am laying. Realization hits me making pull at the cuffs again. "Fuck!" I curse again as I let my eyes roam the room.
A fucking hospital.
The door swings open reviling a petite nurse with something in her hand. Her blond hair swings as she walks towards me. I glare at her as she moves to the IV monitor to my right.
"Your pressure and heart beat are back to normal. You were very close to having a concussion you have two broken ribs and bruises all over your body. Some are close to healing while others are fresh."
"It was that fucking pig." I sneer referring to the cop that took me down. She stares at me intently before walking over to the foot of the bed picking up the chart settled there and writing something on it. I look her over again, her scrubs are a light blue and the stethoscope around her neck bring me to the attention of her key card clung to her from pocket.
There is a smiling picture of her with her identification written under it.
Nurse Valentina.
"How long will I be here?" I demand. She doesn't say anything as she writes more shit on the stupid chart. I start to get aggravated the longer she doesn't answer me. I yank at my cuffs again the loud click makes her snap her head from the clip bored.
Narrowing her eyes at me she walks over setting the chart on the bed before taking my hand I try to pull away but an excruciating pain holds me still. I grunt and take a deep breath.
"Careful, like I said your ribs are very sore." She says softly before helping me lay back on the bed. Again I try to get her hand off me but she threats me with the two police officers that are standing outside my door. My eyes widen at the mention of the cops. Shit. My thoughts are immediately on Aro. I can almost feel his hands slash across my face.
I am in deep shit.
I sigh again rubbing my hands down my face before setting my hands on the cold metal table. The officer that busted me is hunched over the other end of the table giving me a look of disbelief.
"Miss Dwyer, are you sure that what are telling us is all you know?" he purses his lips making his mustache twitch.
"That's all I need to know." I mutter bitterly the words that have been repeated to me so many times before. "Like I said dickhead," I stare deep into his eyes "Aro doesn't tell me shit. I don't dare to ask questions. Not unless I am ready to take a beating." I see his eyes soften before standing up straight and placing his hand on his hips.
"I think we are done here." He sighs running a hand through his hair. I sigh and lean back into the metal chair. I have been out of the hospital or about a week. They threw me in a jail cell the second I was released. They shipped my off to a juvenile detention center. Juvie. I was offered my phone call and my rights were read to me, the whole enchilada. I actually laughed when they attempted to reach my mom. It's been a week and they haven't told me shit. The dumbass social worker I was appointed said I couldn't be held much longer. A few more days and I would be released. Technically I didn't do anything wrong other than run from the police and since I'm still underage and they can't find my mom they have to let me go. I look up to see said social worker enter the room meeting my eyes before directing the attention of the tall detective.
"She is to be released today." He says simply setting his brief case of the metal desk. I sit up right again as a smile shapes my lips. I am being released! "I was able to contact her father he agreed to take responsibility for her." The smile immediately leaves my face and I feel myself go cold.
My father?
I feel my heart slam into my chest. My throat closes and I have a hard time swallowing.
Father.
I never meet my father. I vaguely remember Rene saying my father didn't want me. I was too young to understand. Whenever I would even mention my dad Rene would punish me.
"I don't have a father" I spit out. I feel hot all of a sudden not knowing how this is possible. The social worker who is flipping through his paper work oblivious to my discomfort nods his head finding the paper he was looking for. He takes a seat and looks over at the officer asking him to give us the room.
The officer gives me a hard stare before gathering his jacket. "I will be in contact Miss Dwyer." He states before leaving the room.
"Miss Dwyer we were able to locate your mother she is a state facility upstate for fraud and identity theft. She pointed us in the way of your father. She wasn't very forth coming but we got her to talk." He gives me a sad smile. I keep my face indifferent mentally trying to get catch my breath. I don't think he is buying what I am selling. They know where my father is. They know who my father is.
"She's in jail?" I ask although not really surprised. Of course Rene is jail.
"Yes, she is serving a five year sentence. Fortunately we found your father; he is the chief of police in a small town in Washington. He was surprised when we found and informed him about the situation. Bella, he didn't know he had a daughter." he pauses for a second I'm guessing to catch my reaction. I stay unresponsive, only choosing to cross my arms silently asking him to continue. "His name is Charlie Swan, when we explained what happened he didn't hesitate to agree to take you."
"What about Aro?" I say my facade dropping a little.
"Your dad is aware of who Aro is and what you did for him. He also knows that it was all against your will. The police are working hard on finding Aro they have other charges on him. For now I am confident you will be safe with your father." He stands up telling me to follow him. I stand on shaky legs. This should not be affecting me so much but I can't believe they found my dad. All my life I wondered about the man was he was dead? Was he was alive? Did he know about me? If he knew why he didn't love me enough to take me away from Rene?
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