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Chapter 17
by Domestica
Suddenly Bella woke with a start!
"Pssst..Bella, wake up" someone whispered to her in the darkness. It was coming from a cell in front of her and to the left. The shadows kept her face hidden well. Bella was becoming increasingly nervous.
"Who's there?" Bella asked on edge.
Suddenly this girl stepped into the moonlight coming in from a tiny window. Her fro slightly stuck out through the bars of her cell.
"Alice? What are you doing in here? I thought you left with Edward for his disco convention.." said Bella.
"Bella, you ass. Edward had to lie to you all along. I had to cut off Sam Uley's nipples to get into prison just to talk to you."
"Why couldn't you just have visited me??" replied Bella
"I can't talk to you about this in front of the guards, Bella! Think!" hissed Alice. "Edward..." Alice continued, "went to see the Volturi, Bella. He's so upset about not being able to wear his best khaki. He left it with you knowing that it would be safe. All he wanted was for you and his khaki to be happy. Don't you see?"
"We have to do something!" screached Bella.
"I hear that." said Alice "...but what?? Bella, listen to me. You have to get Jacob to get us out of here. Tomorrow morning when he serves you his prized oatmeal and mashed bananas you have to seduce him. Think 'nipples' to get you charged and talk him into getting us the f out of here! Do you understand what I'm saying, Bella?"
"Yes.." Bella replied quietly.
"Listen, tt's really late and you have a big day tomorrow, Bella. Do anything. We have to save Edward. We have to talk him into knowing that there is much more to life than his fucking khaki! Goodnight, Bella.."
After Alice finished talking to Bella her fro gently slid back into darkness once more and all was quiet.
Bella laid back down. She grabbed her prison-made wine from underneath her cot and took a long hard swig for comfort. Bella knew what she had to do. It was all a matter of...being sexy. Bella's hardest task to date. Could she pull it off? Or is she so pathetic to trip over her own sexy lingerie made out of torn out book pages from the prison library. (She had saved it for Edward. He really loves his books..) Bella could no longer think about this anymore. She would have to wait for tomorrow and anxiously drifted off to sleep.