I used to never hate.

Hate was a word I didn't even use.

Now hate was all I had.

Estelle:

I hooked my bra back up, and slid my underwear back on, and looked around, trying to locate my other thigh high black latex boot. I spotted the heel sticking out from under the bed, and quickly pulled that on.

I nodded to the man as he adjusted his tie, and he got up, looking at me.

He nodded in appreciation, and I nodded back, as we both stepped out of the room. He headed towards the front room to pay, and I turned to go back to the break room.

I walked down the long and empty hallway. My black boots made that high click-clack sound like a beat to a song, which soon had me humming along. As I walked past the doors, all painted yellows, greens, and pinks.

"Hey Anna," I nodded politely to the rotund woman, who was seated at the cheap card table, on an equally crappy fold out chair.

"Afternoon, " She nodded back, not looking up from her round of poker that she was playing with four other girls who were off shift.

I sat down in a plastic chair, playing with the long pearl necklace that was around my neck. I looked up as my best friend, though I was good friends with all the other ladies in the place, Lauren pranced in, her black curls hanging limply, some beads of sweat still on her forehead.

I smiled up at her, and she laughed back, sitting in the chair across from me.

"I just got off, man, that guy was disgusting. He kept calling me Lily, and would stroke my chin. God what a creeper." She shivered; her face of obvious distaste for the man she'd just been with.

"Ha-ha," I laughed sarcastically, and she rolled her eyes at me, "We get to leave in….fifteen minutes, unless someone else comes in. But there are plenty of girls to take our places."

"Good."She leaned against the back of the chair, and looked up at me with a frown, in obvious discomfort of the horrible chair.

"Hey Anna," Lauren called over to Anna, and the woman jerked her head back as if to give us her attention.

"Yeah?"

"Can Stells and I pull out now?" Two girls giggled at her sentence, making a stupid innuendo out of it, relating to our jobs.

I rolled my eyes now, and Anna gave a grumbling, "Yeah sure."

She flashed me a wicked grin, and we stood up, sprinting to the clothes closet. I pulled on my blue dress, and black flats, and I brushed out my soft blonde curls.

I looked over at Lauren who'd pulled her jeans and light blue shirt on, and had pulled her hair up in a pony tail.

"Let's go." I sighed, and she nodded silently, grabbing her purse.

We walked side by side, our shoulders just touching. We stepped into the office, which was brimming with men. And a few ladies, may I add.

I ducked my head as not to catch any of their eyes, and put my hand on Lauren's back, ushering her through the tight crowd. Once we were free into the greater L.A. air. I took one glance back at the "My Fair Ladies" rusty sign that was barely hanging on its hinges.

I shuttered lightly.

Despising that place seemed to be like a natural sense to me; it's just how it was. I hated my job. I hated that old smell of whore. I hated it all. But what I hated most was the fact that I knew I was one of them, I was one of those people that others would look down upon just because of what I do for a living.

A single tear slid down my face, and I carried on towards where my apartment was, where I lived with Lauren.

We walked side by side through the LA people traffic on the streets, until we finally reached the apartment complex that was maybe five blocks away. She told me she was going to check the mailbox, and so I went upstairs myself, trying to get there as fast as possible, because I was actually terrified of where I lived. In the worst part of LA.

As I got inside, I went to my Macbook to check my email.

Five new messages.

Message One:

Estelle,

Please, please, come home. We miss you.

Love,

Mom.

I quickly deleted that email, and checked the second one. Trying not to be overcome with anger.

Message Two:

Stell.

You gotta come home. You don't know what you're doing to mom. She cries for hours on end everynight. We just want you back, Stell. You shouldn't have left, we could've helped you.

Why did you leave?

Kevin.

Seeing a message from him about broke my heart. My own baby brother, who'd stood up for me no matter what, was affected by my leaving. Of course he was, he was my best friend. I knew he'd be hurt, I guess I was too selfish to care.

I stopped myself from crying, and deleted that one as well.

I went to the third one, which was just un update for iTunes, Message four was an ad for some website I couldn't have cared about, and message five was for some insurance agency.

A new message popped up.

My Fair Ladies,

We've been doing so well in these past few years that we've saved up enough money to open a second branch. I've already bought the building and had the renovations done. I wish for some of you to transfer there so that the newbie's can get an idea of what to do. If you would like to transfer, please speak to me immediately, only 10 girls are being sent. If you have been doing well lately, when I will strongly persist that you are sent there. The new location for our second house is in Seattle Washington. I know our business will hereby prosper from there.

Sincerely,

Anna.

My eyes went wide at the opportunity. I moved to LA, about two years ago. I needed to change my scenery, they might find me if I don't change location every so often.

I responded to the email quickly, listing the reasons of why I should be sent, and how well I've been doing in lately.

My response showed up around ten minutes later. I'd been watching the screen carefully, and when Lauren walked in, she'd had learned enough to not even bother asking what I was up to.

My response email read:

Stella,

I was hoping that you would respond soon, I think it would be wonderful if you would move to our Seattle branch. Please ask Lauren if she would like to accompany you there. I've been getting many memos about you two in particular and requests for the both of you as well.

If you both agree, come in tomorrow to pick up you're Airplane tickets, we will also supply you with an apartment until the business starts to take off.

Thank you,

Anna.

We stepped off the plane into the muggy Seattle air. I looked around, and Lauren placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Welcome to Hell, Whore." She giggled in my ear, and pushed past me gently to bound off of the plane. We got our luggage and hailed a taxi in record time, to our new apartment that we would be sharing like we had back in LA.

The apartment was really nice, and that's a lot for a cheapskate like Anna to pull for us. I guess she was really depending on this branch of "My Fair Ladies"

We already had a booked day tomorrow, and today was the day we got to fill in all of the new girls that Anna had hired.

The new house was nice too, a lot nicer than the one we had in LA. This one smelled like a new home, and the sing was new, and the paint looked fresh. I couldn't help but grin.

The whole pressure of the past seemed to fall off my shoulders for a moment, as I took in my new home. My new hopes and dreams.

I'd always been beautiful.

And instead of being modest and pushing aside peoples compliments, I took them and just said thank you as polite as I could.

I never wanted to run away. I never wanted what happened to me to happen again. I never even imagined that my friends could betray me so bad. The memories started flooding back.

"Shh,Stella. It's just me."

I screamed, and Lauren looked at me like I was crazy. All of the other girls did too.

I shrugged it off, and we started the "seminar"

I found out from one of the girls why we were so busy tomorrow, a bachelor party had been booked.

'Let's hope the bride-to-be doesn't find out,' I thought to myself, laughing at it.

I've been known as the happy go lucky kid

Now I start to regret things.

This regret turns to anger.

This anger won't go away.

Seth:

"Come on, Man!" Colin whined through the phone. "It's Brady's wedding we're celebrating, with one last act of freedom!"

"You know, Callie is going to kill him if he finds out about it." I responded bluntly, leaning against the wall of my room.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her." Colin's voice was now confident.

I chuckled. "How many times have I heard that line, man?" I started to walk around the small space, thinking over the proposition. "I'll go." I finally said. "But I am not going to sleep with one of those women."

"You are such a priss." I could tell he was rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever man." I laughed. "Seeya later," I snapped my phone shut and threw it on my bed, wondering how Colin and Paul could be so immature, planning this for Brady.

I've seen imprinting before; Brady is going to be pissed. I guess Colin and Paul really just wanted this for their own benefit.

We pulled up to the place, it was actually kinda nice looking. It had a wraparound porch that looked like mahogany, and white paint. The bright neon sign read, "My Fair Ladies"

"No!" Brady screamed when he figured out what the place was. "I WILL NOT STEP FOOT IN THERE!" He bellowed at us, we could sense the anger in him rising.

"Oh come on, Man." Paul rolled his eyes. "Just go in, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. You and Seth can sit in the waiting room while we go ahead."

"Isn't the bachelor party supposed to be fun for the groom, not for the groomsmen?" I asked, a smirk on my lips.

"Well, we thought he'd be happy, the big cry baby." Brady chuckled, as we all got out of the car.

We all went in, Brady and I begrudgingly. Brady dragged his feet as if he were on his way to his death sentence at the prison house.

Brady and I sat down in the comfy recliner chairs in the main lobby, while one of the hostess's led Paul, Colin, and the other boys to the back. I looked at Brady, and he was fuming in his chair.

"You know man, you got me to back you up if Callie finds out. We all know you don't want to do this, and neither do I." I sighed, and Brady nodded, the amount of anger residing from his expression.

There was a loud door slam, and a tall girl, with blonde curls walked into the room. She turned and had her back to me instantly, so I couldn't catch her face. I looked back at Brady, who was sitting there….calmly?

He nodded back to me, and I could see the anger and resentment only in his eyes.

I looked back at the girl; who was standing about five feet ahead of me, she had a great body no doubt, and she was wearing a tight latex biker outfit.

I leaned against the chair and closed my eyes, folding my hands on my lap. After a few moments, I reopened my eyes, and surveyed the room, the blonde girl was still standing there, I could barely here her voice. It was gentle, and smooth, and her words floated gently of her tongue. I wanted to hear her voice forever it was so beautiful.

Wait.

Why am I thinking these things about a total stranger?

I shook it off, and looked over at Brady, who seemed completely oblivious to this girls beautiful voice. He's probably thinking about Callie. I thought to myself, internally rolling my eyes, not surprised at all. I wonder what it's like having an imprint, having someone there who you loved, and they loved you back, and nothing could get in the way of that.

I sighed, and as soon as I did, a loud, very loud howl rippled through the air, making me jump a little. I recognized the howl, it was Colin's.

I actually rolled my eyes at that, it had only been a nano second since the howl had sounded, and the blonde girl flinched, turning to see where the noise had come from. I caught site of her perfect, angelic face.

Her soft blue eyes, and the way her hair framed her narrow face, her strong nose and high cheek bones.

Everything inside of me started to pull apart.

I'd found her.