Hey! Thank you so much for the reviews. I really do enjoy reading them. I have gotten a few pictures of 'costumes' according to the chapters linked in my profile. I haveno idea how hookers are supposed to dress or what they wear so... yea. What do you expect from an adolescent fourteen year old?
Oh, before I forget. A lot of you have been asking this. Bella is 17 but is turning 18 very soon. Edward, on the other hand, has just turned 19 this year. This chapter isn't much. Its just basically Bella and her thoughts and insecurities. Okay, now on with chapter 11!
Here's another update. I hope this makes up for my earlier sucky chapter. :)
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Except Jerry, Helena, Susan and Ryan. -sigh-
"Good bye, Bella," he said, giving me a hug - just as he always does before he leaves.
Edward had come to visit multiple times in the past few week. I had gotten ridiculously close to him. We talked about anything and everything. I had learned a lot from him. Like the fact that he too enjoyed reading the classics and we shared the same taste in music. The fact that he was both beautiful and intelligent made it harder for me to convince myself he isn't just a dream.
And lord, the effects he had on me! When he smiled, it made my heart flutter wildly. And when he stood close to me, fanning my skin with his hot breath, it made me shudder in pleasure. By grazing his fingers lightly on me, he would leave a trail of sparks across my skin. And just by staring at me with those irresistible emerald eyes, it would make my knees go weak - this made it unbelievably hard to perform every night when he stared.
It was only a few days ago that I had an epiphany - I loved him. Yes, I did. When I had first learned this, I panicked. Every person I've ever learned to love had abandoned me, leaving me to face the hardships of life alone. There was no guarantee that Edward would be any different. And what if because of me, Edward would soon follow the footsteps of the ones I loved before? The very thought of Edward cold, life-less and still was unbearable.
But through all this, my mind had made up its mind - I was in love with Edward Cullen but I tried to convince myself that I did not - for both his sake and mine.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when Edward hugged me tighter.
"Bye, Edward," I sighed.
He let go, looking at me as he examined my expression fastidiously. "Bella, I won't be able to visit for a few days. Unfortunately, Alice has got a bit of the flu and everyone has to go out of town. I volunteered to take care of her, seeing as I owe her a lot for doing the same when I was younger,"
I smiled in admiration. He truly did care for his sister. I nodded, with a smile on my face. "Of course. Tell her that I hope she feels better soon. Do take care. I don't want you catching it too," I said in a motherly tone.
He nodded and turned around, ready to head out of the room. "Oh, and Edward?" I called.
He turned around as was taken by surprise when I flung myself on him. I stood to my toes - as high as they could go - and kissed the side of his jaw as I was too short to reach his cheek.
"I'll see you soon, okay?" I breathed.
He chuckled and gave a faint nod. He ruffled my hair before leaving. I sighed and dragged myself to my room when I heard the door close.
When I got there, I changed out of my all-too-revealing costume and put on an oversized shirt and some shorts. I fell back into bed and stared pensively at the ceiling.
I was in love with the Adonis of male beauty. And not to mention behind all of that, he had the mind of a genius - making me feel insignificant just by standing next to one of god's most perfect creations. There was no way in this life or any other, that someone like him could return such feelings to a useless girl like me. I was Bella Swan; a hooker. I had plain brown hair and dull brown eyes. My lips were overly huge, probably making me look like a fish and bust was overly grown, making me look naturally sleazy.
Who could ever want someone like me? Who could ever want a Bella Swan?
Tears started rolling down my face. I closed my eyes and fell into deep sleep - not wanting to ponder any longer on the imperfections that I bore.
I woke up the next morning to find that the sun had already reached mid sky. I got up and groggily walked to the bathroom. As soon as I caught my reflection in the mirror, I turned and studied myself. I wasn't the least bit pretty; I was insignificant. And most of all, worthless.
I looked away from the mirror, disgusted with what I saw and stepped into the cold shower. I closed my eyes, frowning, as I tried clearing my mind of all unpleasant thought - including those of myself.
Finally, when it felt like days had passed, I got out of the shower and dried my body and hair before slipping into some comfortable clothes. I had no desire to do anything so I put on one of the old records and lay on bed, trying my best to calm my mind which was throbbing from too much thinking. As I listened to the compositions of the genius, Claude Debussy, my mind slowly relaxed. I stared at the window and thought about nothing - only listening to the harmonious tune dancing around me.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang on my door. I was so taken aback from the sudden noise that I jumped, causing me to fall off the bed.
"Get up, you hag!" yelled a voice whom I vaguely recognized as Helena.
I sighed, defeated. There was nothing to look forward to tonight. With Edward not visiting for a few days, life would continue as it once was; purposeless and miserable.
I grabbed the costume which was left outside my door and quickly put it on - adjusting and tugging on the places which were too short. Finally, after I checked my costume in the mirror, I decided that it was decent enough. I snorted. What I was wearing right now wasanything but decent. But I guess you could call it that if you were comparing it to the previous ones that I had to wear.
Heading towards the bar - as it was my turn to wait tables tonight - I grabbed a blue covered notebook and a pen. I headed towards the first table I saw - the one in the middle of the room. While collecting the orders from the men, I couldn't help but flash my eyes towards the table where he normally would sit - the table in the corner.
Ten rude comments and a few butt slaps later, the shop was finally empty - not a customer in sight. Jerry had ordered me to sweep the floors.Great, this will hopefully keep me occupied enough to prevent me from too much thinking again.
But just as I thought this, my eyes fell upon the calendar which was hung behind the bar. I gulped. In a week's time, I would be celebrating - more like mourning - my eighteenth birthday. Somehow, I didn't know what exactly to feel. I felt happy because I would finallybe able to leave this dreaded place, no matter if I had a place to stay at or not. I'd rather be homeless than spend another year in this place - enduring the impolite stares of hormonal men.
But I couldn't help feel a wave of sadness course through me. I would be leaving this place; leaving Frank - who had befriended me during my 'stay' here, and Edward. I would definitely miss him the most. But what else could I do? I was not meant for him. He would probably continue his life as if nothing had happened, get married and have lovely children. I felt a aching pain in my heart at the though of Edward with another woman. But at least she deserved him; unlike me. I would probably go on with my life on the streets and alleyways - fighting hard for my next meal. But of course, this was what I deserved and nothing more.
I looked back at the calendar again. Another week until my birthday; the day my parents died. I shut my eyes tight, making the tears which I held back spill over my cheeks. Suddenly, there was a loud crash and the door burst open. There, holding the door for support with one hand as he held a bottle of beer in the other, stood Jerry - in all his drunk glory. He made his way towards me unsteadily - swaying the bottle left and right as he approached me.
I slowly backed away until I felt my back hit something. Oh, no! I was cornered.
"Hey there, babe!" he called in an uneven tone.
He placed his hands roughly on either side of me, leaving no room for an escape. I stared at him, absolutely frightened. The tears were now flowing down uncontrollably. He then started to kiss me neck as his hands roughly touched my body. I screamed, but it was no use.
I kicked him in the groin and shrieked, "Don't touch me!" as I ran to my room, immediately locking the door, in fear he might come after me. I sunk to the floor, leaning my head against the door. Unfortunately for me, he did come after me. He pounded his fists as he drunkenly demanded me to open the door. I only continued crying.
Then, there was a sudden large impact on the door and it flung open, hitting me hard on the back. When I looked up, I saw a Jerry's tall figure standing over me.
"Did you think you could run away from me?" he sneered. He picked me up and dropped me on top of my night stand, causing my lamp to shatter into pieces. As I fell on to the ground, I could feel some of the glass pierce through my skin. I cried in pain but that wouldn't help me.
"Hah, that'll teach you for not giving me what I want," he said, giving me one last hard kick in the stomach.
He then left my room, leaving me crying on the floor.
Well, there you have it folks! Chapter 11! Hope you like it. If you spot any mistakes - aka termites - please do inform me. If I'm not mistaken, this story will be approximately 21 chapters long - depending on whether or not I decide to make more Edward POV's in between.
I'm looking forward to the next chapter. That's when something BIG in the story plot is going to happen. If you want a little preview, press that button down there and leave me a review. But if you would rather not, then its fine. As they say, curiosity killed the cat. And please, constructive criticism is always welcome.
-Sabrina-
P.S Have you seen who've they casted for carlisle? He is very un-carlisle like. I'm so disappointed. Oh, well..
