Four Little Miss Nothings

Copyright WillowSuzzaGleeee

A/N: Okay. Now the hard one: Bella. IDK if its just me but when writing the Cleo chapter, I felt a strange irk to not trust Bella. :] And I'm writing. Lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did the ones before. I have a weird thing about having each chapter be a different character.

Bella's POV:

I was going fast; too fast. Dad's car was old and crappy, but it worked on getting as far away as I could from the Gold Coast. I wish I could have swam, but when I had started running away three hours ago; it had been 2 am. And the Moon was still out, haunting me.

The worst part was I felt sick thinking that the whole spectacle of the Moon and the Tentacle and possibly our mermaidness was in betrayal. Once I saw Cleo with those precise letters marked; I was eloped with guilt. Nothing else.

It was all my fault. And I needed to get away.

The sickness of everything had rushed upon me. I didn't deserve friends like Cleo and Rikki. I deserved to live in hiding; to never know such people; to cause them Hell and bad. Bad had so many reasons, but in my case it was clear; I was the Bad of their Mermaid Club.

The red light blared in front of me. I mumbled under my breath. "Shit." I really didn't know why. I was too far from reality for anyone to find me. My phone kept vibrating all night. All from will.

? R U? PLZ ANSWER.

I'M WORRIED.

BELL, WHERE ? U?
ANSWER!

NOW!

But I hadn't responded to one message.

The road was dark, and the sky was now cloudy, so I couldn't see that guilty moon hovering above me. I felt alone; complete and utterly alone. But why should I feel lonely? I had brought this upon myself. I had listened to her. I had thought she could help me. But she couldn't. She knew nothing of any sorts about my mother. And now hell was about to break loose.

Suddenly, I swerved to the grass. I shrieked, and I sobbed. I cried my heart out, remembering when this had first started. I was at the mental rehabilitation therapy. She had also been in the room. And the moment she saw me; she smiled.

After being forced to a Military School, Charlotte Watsford had gone mad raging about mermaids, and the ones that had terrorized her. I didn't believe her of course. I wasn't a mermaid then. But when she saw me, and talked me into rooming with her, she precisely asked me why I had been sent here.

I stared at her, wondering if she would be afraid of me; if she would hate me. But you eyes were understanding and helpful. I had to trust them. Anyways, she was the one blabbing about mermaids.

"I killed someone." I had whispered to her. Weirdly she didn't gasp, she didn't scream; she didn't seem to fear me at all. She just smiled.

"Bella, do you know me?" I looked at her filled with confusion. I shook my head.

She took my hand. "Bella, think back. Think hard. I was the girl in the sandbox." I gasped. I had played with a red-headed girl with amber eyes every single day of my childhood. It was the only time I didn't have to hear the shrieks of my Mum; the sobbing, and the chills when I thought of how disturbed she was; threatening my dad she would kill herself.

I started crying in front of Charlotte. She held me tightly. I had been fifteen then. The time where Cleo and Rikki were off with their perfect little Goodie Two Shoes bestie Emma, realizing the hang of the complicatedness of being a mermaid.

Charlotte was better than family. She was my one and only friend. The only friend who really knew who I was and would accept me.

For one year in the mental institution, we had been side by; best friends. All the time looking like we were getting "better", all the while she and I were planning the revenge of a lifetime. But when I had gotten to actually know Rikki and Cleo, things had got complicated. One time I was about to stop the whole revenge, part of me was wishing that part of me was gone.

Because it should have been. I shouldn't have been planning to kill someone. Not again.

I decided to stop at a McDonald's. I parked the car into an empty space. I was so glad they were open twenty-four-hours, then wasn't every fast food place.

Once I got inside, I hurried to the bathroom. For a moment, once seeing it was empty, I started sobbing. I hated this. How had I become this insane; this terrible? I had killed three people, and I knew someone planning to do the same to someone I really cared about.

I was not the sweet girl everyone always associated with Bella Hartley at all. I was really Bella. The insane twisted girl that had watched her mother slowly come face to face with death. The demented teenager who ended up killing the boy who raped her. The one who got obsessed and would fuck almost any guy she saw. The girl who when caught as a killer, was sent to that mental institution, and got even sicker. The one who became practically sisters with Charlotte. Charlotte was the one who told Bella about the moon pool in Ireland. I had promised she would do anything and everything to make sure Cleo Sertori and Rikki Chadwick (along with possibly Emma) would pay. Severely.

But now; all I wanted to do was run. Faraway. A place where no one knew me or could find me.

I smiled. I had stolen all of my dad's cash; well not all of it, but a pretty decent amount to get anywhere I really wanted. He was sad and mopy, and usually left his cash lying about in his room. It had been so easy, really.

And now I would use it for all I wanted. But the question was… Where did I want to go.

I giggle for a moment. This was going to be fun. I now had a destination. I just didn't realize that meant there was going to have to be a journey.

I stared up at the list of places. My eyes light when I saw the one I had planned. Las Vegas. Leaving at eight-thirty. I checked my watch on my wrist. It was now 6:43 am. I had an hour and a half to wait…

I got on the plane. I couldn't use my phone. I just sat there. People stared at me for a moment, then they went on; not knowing what a burden

I could be to them. Part of me still liked that I was so mysterious; that no one really knew me. Then I just got sad. Full of hopelessness and despair.

When we landed, I (with no actual luggage) pondered through the unfamiliar faces, and found myself staring at the Airport Girl doing something strange to the vending machine. I truly couldn't go anywhere officially. I left Dad's car in Australia.

"Hey." I said sweetly. She looked at me and smiled.

"Could you perhaps call me a cab or something?"

"Sure. Where to?" I thought for a moment then shivered in excitement.

"A bar. Any bar." She stared at me, as if wondering if I was old enough to even go to one. But she didn't say anything, she just obeyed and called.

Before I knew it; I was sitting there. Alone. The girl alone at the Bar. With no one to talk to.

The place was loud and full of laughter and drunken shrieks. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except me. A couple seemingly having oral sex by the window. Two girls dancing and laughing with each other. And then him.

A dark hair mysterious stud drinking out his sorrows.

I just sat there; with my perfect posture, not willing to drink a thing.

I had never gotten into that type of trouble. I had never smoked. I had never done any illegal drugs. And I had never had so much more than three sips of alcohol; which incredulously I had hated, and spit out.

What normal teenager hates alcohol, I thought bitterly. And if they did, why the hell did they choose to go to a bar when running away from…all their lies.

I shuddered.

"Hey, you must be new around here, right cutie?" I didn't move. This couldn't possibly be someone talking to me.

Hearing the word, cute, my heart hurt. I did miss Will. Even if I had lied to him about everything. Falling for him had never been a mistake.

I turned around to be face to face with the dark stud. He had a weird twisted sneer on his face, which made him look younger. And I realized he could possibly be my own age.

"Yeah. Just got here." I mumbled.

"Well you look familiar." I gulped and looked at him again. But no recognition flushed my eyes.

"You don't drink?" He asked, pondering down to the empty place in front of me.

"Tastes like shit…and I'm not of age." I whispered as the waitress toed near us.

He chuckled. "Me neither, but I would just guess you the type of girl who likes the fruity nothing real drinks, that they say gets you drunk after you have thirteen." I shrugged.

I wanted to do something. Something reckless.

I smiled at him for a moment. "Why are you here?" I asked, intrigued, never forgetting that feeling of the Cellphone in my pocket becoming heavier and heavier.

"Boredom. Loneliness. Misery. The normal." He answered swiftly, licking his lips.

I felt the tight pull of naughtiness, and I giggled.

"I know what I could do to make you very not miserable. It would cure boredom as well. As long as you have a place we can go to." I felt adrenaline hit me.

He smiled at me. "I would love to…but I don't even know your name, and if my roommate was there; he would so be sickened out. He believes in all this shit like no sex before marriage, and also he's a huge geek."

I laughed. I remembered the time where I thought sex was not acceptable before marriage.

"I'm Bella. And for what we would do, I would need to know your name." I laughed. He seemed to be considering this.

"Okay, Miss Bella. I would love to be your escort for your very first thrill in Las Vegas." I felt the vibrating of my phone but chose to ignore it. Maybe I'd dump the thing in a trashcan soon.

The mysterious-looking dark stud took my hand and we galloped into the night, laughing, kissing, and touching. It was finally when we got to a tiny motel room, I realized my troubles were far from gone.

I didn't notice him at first. He was slumped over in his desk; his eyes glued to a computer screen as always.

The dark stud and I were obliviously getting it on, carrying it upon the bed, to the windows, to the wall, and ect. I felt the same feeling of fear I had years ago when that jerk-ass had….done those things to me. But I felt more in control for once. But that didn't help my longing heart repeatedly telling me that this dark stud was not ever going to be my true love, Will.

Then I heard the blond boy's scream. And I knew I had stumbled into Hell's whole.

"Bella!" He screamed.

My eyes flamed at him. Lewis McCartney. He was standing right in front of me with wide eyes.

I thought I had escaped everyone and anyone from my past. But this was not true. It seemed no matter how far I ran, the past would still catch up with me.

A/N: So, how do you feel? Scared, threatened, lonely? Anyways, sorry I took so long to update, I honestly wrote the next two chapters, and then got really busy, so I forgot about the story completely. But I have a challenge (and no, this is not blackmail). I would like to have AT LEAST 10 reviews for this chapter, cause I seriously worked my butt off (PG-13, haha), so please be genuine and review for the same time and effort I, you, and every writer puts into their stories. –zz.