A/N: This is the third chapter of 'HOPE'. Thanks to my readers. Thanks to all of you who alert and fav that story.
Note the readers…My mother tongue is French. I try to write a text with no mistakes. I love English… My ultimate goal is to master the language. So I hope this chapter has no errors.
The characters belong to S.M. Thank you for your amazing saga. In 'HOPE' they belong to me.
HOPE
BAD BEHAVIOR chap.3
BELLA
Flashback (Bella…14 years old)
Since the time, I've been living with Jane and Mike Newton and sent back to the orphanage, four years had passed.
Four years and three different foster homes.
They were not better than the previous ones…except the last one.
Esme Cullen was a hell of a nice woman. She was a caring and charming woman. She was a widow. Her husband Charlie died from a lung cancer two years before the state sent me to her place. They have been fostering children since they were a young couple. They couldn't have kids of their own, so they both decided to take in orphans or abandoned children and to give them a home and love.
At the beginning, I was still a rebellious and arrogant girl. That was my usual behaviour. That was the way I could protect myself. I could throw violent fits of anger for the slightest thing that annoyed me. I was stubborn as hell and would not take any order from anybody. In my head, nobody had the right to control me; if the foster parents could not deal with my aggressive temper that was just fucking too bad for them.
I was still a terror with the other kids…They would do what I wanted. I was my own boss and I would be their boss as well.
But Esme Cullen was not giving up easily. She kept talking to me and loving me even if I was not an easy teenager to deal with. Whenever I would throw a fit, she would take time to calm me down and to talk. Gradually, she succeeded to bring down my walls of anger, indifference and selfishness.
I was well treated…For the first time in my life…
The house was huge and spacious. Every kid had his own bedroom. And every room was well furnished and decorated. Esme was a wealthy woman. Her parents and her husband had left her a considerable amount of money. We had activities and we were all going to private school.
The food was exquisite and we were never lacking of anything.
I began to gain weight. For the first time of my life, I was really happy. I was the older kid in the house. There were three other children, from age nine to thirteen, one boy and two other girls.
We were well dressed. We only wore designer clothes.
I was growing up…and I was a beautiful young lady. I had beautiful, long, shiny mahogany brown hair, almost waving down to my waist. My eyes were big and dark chocolate-brown. My skin was pretty…the color of ivory. Esme often repeated me that my beauty was a gift. She would brush my hair for hours and try different ways of styling it. She showed me how to make up my face; how to use the perfect color of eye shadow, how to fix mascara, how to choose the perfect tint of lipstick. She was an angel and she made me discovered a new feeling…love…
I began to help her in the kitchen. She was a great cook and she taught me a lot.
We could spend hours in the kitchen, trying different recipes. I learnt how to make pastries, how to cook a turkey, how to make pasta…how to make jam…
It was certainly the happiest time of my life.
My school marks were fairly good… I was not a in a regular class though…I've missed so much school in the past…I had to catch up…I was approximately two years behind at school. But as I was really studying hard, I was catching up really well.
It went on for a year…I was happy and almost always in a good mood.
Then one day came the shadow. The shadow was seventeen years old. The shadow was now living with us…and the shadow was bad. He was sitting at the kitchen table every night with us.
A night, when the house was silent, the shadow began to visit my room at the wee hour of the morning. When the shadow entered my room, it was horrendous and darker than ever.
I could feel the shadow's pressure inside, out.
I could feel his filthy embrace.
I could smell and taste his putrefied breath.
I could feel his hands all around and on me; his heavy body crushing mine.
I could feel the shadow crawling in me; his sweatiness covering my body and his wetness filling my inside. He would tie my hands and put his hand on my mouth and keep me from screaming.
The shadow was tall, powerful, strong and cruel.
I couldn't do anything against him…So I endured it. I endured the pain he inflicted to me and kept my mouth shut.
And I was terrified and ashamed. I was afraid of the look in his eyes; his dark brown eyes that were burning with violence and rage.
I could feel his dark heart beating and I almost wished that my own heart would stop.
He wanted to control me, to humiliate me, to hurt me and to punish me. He wanted to possess me physically and mentally.
It was the descent into Hell.
The shadow had a name. The shadow's name was Jason Jenks…and I hated him…
I endured him during six months…Then one day I had enough…
I walked into his bedroom…he was sound asleep and obviously drunk…as he always was…every night.
I took a permanent marker that was on his desk…
I wrote the words …fucking rapist…on his walls…and on his stomach….
And I left a note to Esme Cullen…
Dear, Esme…
Please, get rid of Jason.
He is bad.
Don't try to save him.
He is a child abuser.
Don't let him do what he did to me… to the other kids.
Protect the other kids.
I can't stay here anymore.
Don't try to find me.
I will always love you.
Bella xxx
I took two backpacks full of clothes, two hundred dollars and left.
I was now sixteen years old and on the streets. No home, no place to go to…Two backpacks of clothes and two hundred dollars to help me survive for awhile.
EDWARD
Flashback (Edward…14 years old)
I was sitting with Jake, Jasper and Emmett at a table in the school's cafeteria.
Rosalie and Alice were sitting with us. Rosalie was Emmett's steady girlfriend and Alice was Jasper's girlfriend…Even if they were in love…in love being a very questionable assessment…they had many others girls keeping them company.
Sex was very important to them; they used girls as toys, seeking for physical pleasure… and carnal acts…
Alice and Rosalie didn't seem to mind. In fact, I was pretty sure they were sleeping with other guys as well. They loved being well dressed and were in a way treated as princesses. Money was not a problem in the gang.
We all sold drugs, we stole houses and we were pickpockets as well.
Jake was our leader and the drugs ring was very well organized.
We were never caught…someday we would…I was positive about it…
If the cops intended to come to school, Jake was warned before they would turn up…
A friend of Jake, Alex, was a cop…He was an informer and he was a member of our gang.
Every time the cops would come to school, they couldn't find a thing.
Alex would also give us the addresses of wealthy people who were on holidays… That way we could steal houses without being bothered…
He was also a genius in deactivating alarm systems…and who could be suspicious of a policeman breaking into a house…
As soon as the alarm was deactivated, he would call Jake…We would break into the house and steal every thing that was valuable…mostly jewels and money…
Yep, business went well. I had a lot of money. It was easy and dirty money but I didn't give a shit… I had no remorse…I was strong, beautiful and rich, feared and respected…
I had the girls I wanted. Just a wink, a smile and nice words and that was it.
I knew how gorgeous I was. At the age of fourteen years old, I was almost six feet tall. My eyes were deep green-emerald. I didn't wear glasses anymore. I had contact lenses and girls were crazy about the color of my eyes and the way I was dazzling them.
They loved my messy hair and my sculpted body. I could feel it. I was quite muscled. I was at the gym everyday after school. I trained a lot…I had well developed biceps, broad shoulders, strong muscled arms and thighs and a well chiselled chest.
I was always nice at the beginning with the girls…When I found a girl attractive, even if she had a boyfriend, I didn't give a fucking damn…I was a predator and they were my preys. Even the way I walked…like a feline…the girls were absolutely crazy of my animalistic and confident way of walking…
I knew it because when I was moving from one class to another, I could see the girls staring at me, from head to toe, and when I stared my eyes deeply into their eyes, I could see their faces blushing and flushing.
No girls could resist to me.
As soon as my mind was set, if I wanted a girl, sure as my name was Masen, that girl would finish in my bed…
If I wanted a blow job…I didn't have to wait for long a time.
If I wanted to fuck…it was the same.
Jessica, Tanya, Irina, Kate, Maggie, Mary, Charlotte…name them…they were always ready for me.
Sometimes, I didn't even remember their names…
I was their pusher as well.
I was not a heavy smoker….I only smoked weed…
So I made them try…I was a manipulator and I knew how to encourage them to try it…
It would relax them…It would be more pleasant when we would make love…they would experience new feelings…and it fucking worked all the time.
I was not the one selling hard drugs…I made my point clear to Jake, Emmett, Jasper, Quil, Peter and Embry….They were the one to sell more effective drugs.
I was the starting point…And I was the best at convincing students to give a try…What they did after was none of my fucking business.
If they wanted to ruin their lives and to become addicts…I didn't fucking care.
At home, it was not fun. My mother and father didn't know how to deal with me. My marks were good at school but that was the only thing they were proud of. I was aggressive and impolite. I didn't respect the curfews they tried to impose on me. I didn't call them when I decided to sleep outside of the house. I was my own boss and I didn't accept any rules.
They threatened me to send me to my uncle's house…but I threatened them back. I would run away and they wouldn't see me anymore… as if I never existed…
So they began to ignore me…and that was correct with me…as long as I had a roof under my head…I didn't give a shit…
I was now sixteen years old. Girls began to work for me…I always chose weak girls…girls who were seeking affection and love. At the beginning; I would treat them as princesses…gifts…clothes…restaurants…movies… and free drugs…
As soon as they were in love with me…I would introduce them to other guys.
And I would convince them to offer sexual services… That would mean gifts for them…and money for me…
I never beat a girl…I never slapped a girl…I was just using my charm…
I told them that I loved them….and that I was willing to share…not their love…just their bodies…
And they believed me…
I was bad….I knew it…I didn't have a guilty conscience…there were some limits I imposed to myself…I would never hit a woman…I would never be violent with a woman.
I had my own ways to do things…
And above all, I knew the power of my seduction.
End of chapter 3
A/N: I know…this chapter is quite painful…Bella had found a sort of happiness, when she was living with Esme Cullen, but it didn't last long…now, she is back on the streets…She is only sixteen years old…What she will do? Where will she go?
Edward says he is self-confident and that he has no conscience… he says he is bad… and he is…but he would never hit a girl…Does he have a conscience after all?
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France xxx