WE HAVE A WINNER!!! My girl, Musehere, got the movie quote from last chapter. It was from Clerks 2, which is the best Kevin Smith film, in my opinion. If you haven't seen it, run to your movie store and get it and Clerks today and then prepare to pee your pillowpants. ( lame inside joke for those who have seen Clerks 2.)

This chapter has TWO movie quotes from the same movie, not Clerks but a different movie.

I own nothing.

Drugs are bad.

Ch 10

Seth paged me as soon as I dropped off Sheridan at daycare the next morning. I entertained the idea of not calling him for a minute. There's no one home. Sheridan is at daycare, Jasper's at school and I was almost to work. Work. That's all I needed right now would be for him to show up there and make a scene and get me fired. So I quickly called him.

"I haven't had time to make the buy yet Seth." I explained immediately.

"I figured that." He replied calmly. Almost like he didn't care. This Seth wasn't so bad.

"You want me to call you as soon as I get the stuff?" I asked.

"Yeah, when do you think that will be?"

"Tonight. Nine –ish? Meet me at Thriftway." Not my house.

"Ok." And he hung up.

Work was boring until Rose showed up around noon. I had been so anxious for later that I happily accepted the distraction. She bought her usual Grey Goose Vodka and sat on the counter top beside my register while she picked at her nails and chatted with me. The store was not busy at all so I didn't worry about her hanging around. My job at the liquor store was still just as important to me as it was before I started dealing. I still needed my miniscule weekly pay check to pay bills. You see, I couldn't deposit cash into my checking account without leaving a paper trail. So, anything I could pay with cash, I did. Everything else came from my liquor store check.

We were interrupted in the middle of our debate on ass to mouth, because Rose is just raunchy like that, when a girl waltzed in. I say girl because she was a girl. Teenager to be exact. She wore a black sweater, jeans and dark eye make-up. She was beautiful with her long dark brown hair. Rose and I watched her walk over to the whiskey isle and then looked at each other with a sly smile. These were fun. The kids who came in and tried to be smooth and act like they weren't nervous to be illegally buying booze. The girl approached the counter with a bottle of Jack. She didn't seem to be nervous. She was good.

"ID please?" I asked.

The girl pulled out her ID from her back pocket and handed it to me. She wasn't even going to try with a fake one. I knew this scenario. She would hand me her real ID in hopes that I would play along and not really care that she was only…sixteen. Or she was hoping that I was just really dumb.

"I'm sorry…" I looked at her name on her ID before handing it back to her. "Ashley, but this ID says that you're only sixteen. I can't sell this to you."

She just rolled her eyes at me and walked out of the store without a word.

"Can you believe that? Kids these days." I said as I rounded the counter to put back the bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Was that the deaf girl from Dewey Street?" Rose asked. "What's her name? Ashley….Green?"

"Brown." I remembered from her ID.

"That's it!" she exclaimed. "She's the girl that gave fellatio to Dennis Cling. They call her the blow job queen of Dewey Street. Isn't Dewey Street your street?"

"No. No, next one over is Dewey."

As I headed back around the counter the door opened again and in walked Carlisle Cullen in all his glory. The man was really good looking but he just made my skin crawl a bit with his lingering stares at my breasts. I mean come on, they're breasts. Half the people in the world have them, some men have them, his mother has them. What's the big deal?!

"Oh my candy covered cock" Rose whispered. "Is that Carlisle Cullen? I swear he gets finer every time I see him." She watched him without shame as he walked to the cooler, grabbed a 6-pack of Guinness and made his way to me at the register.

"Hi Carlisle. How are you today?" I asked politely.

He looked at my face, then my breasts, then back at my face before answering. "I'm fine Bella. How are you?" He handed me a twenty.

I didn't bother answering him as I pressed the buttons on the register. "Carlisle, this is my friend Rosalie Hale, Rose, this is Carlisle Cullen," I introduced. She got pretty much the same as I did. Face. Breasts. Face.

"Lovely to meet you Rosalie." He said as he reached to shake her hand.

Rose pulled her shoulders back and poked out her chest. His eyes immediately went back to them and stayed there as she said in all seriousness, "I wanna roll you into a little ball and shove you up my vagina."

My eyes, like his, went wide. I don't know why I was surprised by Rose, but Carlisle blushed furiously, grabbed his beer and left without his change. Poor guy. I thought he was a play boy. Guess I was wrong.

"He'll be back," Rose said confidently as she watched him leave.

Rose left not long after Carlisle and the rest of my day at the liquor store was no where near as eventful. Not even close.

As usual when I got off I went to get Sheridan. We went home and started dinner and waited for Jackson to get home. Today was his first day working for Edward. As soon as he walked through the door though I had to head to PA to Esme's in order to make it back to the Thriftway by 9 to meet Seth. I hadn't completely decided on what I was going to do yet but I knew that whatever was going to happen, it was not going down at my house.

Like every time I pull up at Esme's, I say a little prayer to God that maybe this time I will get to meet Edward. I mean, it's kind of weird how well we know one another but we've never met. I knew that he didn't live here but I did know that he came to his aunt's quite a bit for dinner. However, like every time I've been to Esme's, I was disappointed to find her by herself. I made the largest buy I'd ever made tonight. I could've swore I heard Esme mumble something about 'fucking King Pin' but Esme wouldn't say 'fucking' so I ignored it.

I made it to the Thriftway right at 9 and parked. I saw Seth approaching from the alley beside the store on his long board. He looked so much like a kid, I was put at ease. He opened my passenger side door and sat with his skateboard between his knees.

"Bella," he greeted me.

"Seth."

"Do you have what I need?" He asked without looking at me.

"Yes." But I made no move to give it to him.

"You gonna hand it over then?" Still not making eye contact with me.

"I really don't want to."

"Then we have a problem Bella." I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck, but it only spurred me on.

"I guess we do Seth." I said back boldly.

"Give me the weed Bella! I need it." He finally looked at me. That's when I noticed the black around his eye.

"What the hell happened to your eye?!"

He quickly jerked his head back to face the windshield. "Nothing. Just give me my shit!"

"Sure doesn't look like nothing. Who did that to you?"

"No one! Just shut up and give me the weed!" He was getting in my face again.

"Fuck you Seth! You're not getting shit until you tell me what the hell is going on!" I yelled back in his face.

"It doesn't concern you, Bella. It's my problem, not yours. We do business, this," he pointed at his left eye, "is personal."

"Bullshit." I called. I crossed my arms over my chest and faced forward. Kind of childish yes, but I wasn't giving in. I wanted explanations, not just for his black eye but for everything. His attitude, even the dealing to kids.

"What the fuck Bella!" he said exasperated. "You think I want to be here arguing with you? I don't have the time or the energy for this. I didn't wake up one day and decide that I wanted to be a dealer, much less one that sells to kids. I've got my reasons just like YOU do."

"Tell me your reasons Seth. I want to know. I need to know. Please."

"Why? So you can sleep at night knowing that you kept a couple of kids from ruining their lives with pot?" he asked sarcastically. "You're a hypocrite Bella."

"I may be, Seth, but we all have lines that we won't cross, and I'm the one holding the bag. You need it? Convince me."

We stared at each other for 5 minutes, I swear. I wasn't going to budge, but I could tell he was breaking. Finally, "What do you want to know exactly?" he asked with his elbows on his knees and his hands in his short black hair.

"Why do you need this weed? Who gave you that black eye? And why do you feel the need to sell to kids?"

"I need that weed because I need to make money. I owe some guys, well, actually my sister Leah, owes some guys, her ex Sam to be exact. Sam and Paul own the strip club in La Push, they like to party a lot, but they sell drugs too. Not just pot. Leah got hooked on coke." He shook his head in sadness.

"I guess she was costing him too much money so he dumped her and started dating her best friend Emily. That only made things worse for Leah, it sort of fueled her addiction further. Sam took advantage of her by letting her strip for coke." He said angrily. I couldn't imagine how that made him feel.

"I tried to help her, but she just wasn't Leah anymore. There wasn't anything I could do for a while, but finally I was able to convince her to go to rehab." A single tear slid down his brown cheek. He took a second before he continued.

"After she left, Sam came to me. He said my sister owed him too much money and now it was up to me to pay her debt. He had me selling his shitty ditch weed. Then you started dealing and people didn't want the crap I was trying to sell. They wanted the milf weed. All I could do was give the people what they wanted. So I started pushing your weed instead." He looked up at me, then down at the bag I held onto.

"If I'm late with his money," he pointed at his eye again. "this is what happens. Shits only going to be worse tomorrow." He laughed nervously.

"I would do anything for my sister, even sell drugs to a few teenagers. You may think I don't have any lines I won't cross Bella, but I do. That's why I'm taking the time to do this, to tell you my story. Because I'm not going to cross the line and hurt you, even though sometimes you make me want to."

"That's it. Can I have my weed now Bella?"

"Yes." I handed him the weed from my bag. He stuffed it into his backpack and got out without another word.

I couldn't judge Seth for what he does. Everyone has that one person they would do anything for. For Seth it was Leah and for me it was Sheridan. So I didn't think about it anymore and drove home to see my life, my little girl.

I was so tired and in such a daze that I didn't notice the blue van parked in front of my house. But I did almost pee my pants when I entered my living room and saw the blonde Jesus holding my baby. He was tanned with long blonde hair all over his head and face. He rocked a sleeping Sheridan with his eyes closed.

"Jasper? Is that you?" I asked in a whisper. He opened his eyes to reveal those baby blues and I knew immediately it was.

"Bells." He whispered with a smile.

"Good. You're home now." Jackson said as he appeared from the kitchen. "Tell him he can't stay here. There's no room. You can't stay." He said matter of factly to Jasper.

"I think that's up to Bella, little brother."

"Bella? Tell him."

"Well, I think that it would be fine, if Jasper stayed tonight, since it so late," I said looking at Jackson, "and then tomorrow we can discuss this more. I'm pretty exhausted anyway, so," I bent to take Sheridan from Jasper. "why don't you make yourself at home on the couch in Jackson's room for tonight Jasper." I turned to Jackson. "Ok?"

He was looking at the floor. "Fine."

"Good. I'm going to put Sheridan to bed now."

I spent a while in her room just watching her sleep. I thought about her and all the things I wanted for her. I thought about Seth and how, like me, he was just trying to do the best he could in the situation he was in. I also thought about Jackson. I would've never thought about how having Jasper back would affect Jackson. They're so different.

When I was too tired to go anymore I went downstairs to turn off lights and as I was passing by Jackson's room I heard him and Jasper talking in hushed whispers.

"You better not go to sleep, as soon as your eyes shut I'm gonna punch you in the face," Jasper said.

"I hope you stay still when you sleep, cause I'm putting a rat trap between your legs," Jackson threatened.

"I'm gonna take a pillow case and fill it full of bars of soap and beat the shit out of you," Jasper threatened back.

"I want you out of my fucking house," Jackson whispered.

"No way Kemosabe. This is my house now." Jasper whispered back.

What the hell did you get yourself into Bella?