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Chapter 4

Bella's POV

Bill, another bill, overdue notice- huh that's a change.

I looked at the notice from the my bank regarding my student loans and threw the stank of mail across the kitchen table. I glared at the offensive paper as if my gaze would make them burst into flames.

I gave up eventually and grabbed the newspaper and the black sharpie and began my search for a job.

It had been a month since my father died. I had quit my job at University of Seattle Medical Center and ended my six month relationship with Demetri. Forks Hospital wasn't hiring any nurses at the time and there were no private practices close to Forks that were hiring either.

The life insurance policy and pension that Charlie had I put to paying the mortgage and some household bills. The majority of it though I put into two separate saving accounts for the boys. They could use it for college or some future endeavor. Charlie wanted us all to get an education, but he had told us that if we found college wasn't for us and there was some other way we wanted to make a living he would support us.

With that money dog eared and my own savings account depleting due to the move and having to pay numerous fees for canceling my lease and other services bills were starting to stack up. I had put off looking for a job until the boys returned to school, which they had two weeks ago. Then I decided to take time and go through Charlie's things. I donated some of his clothes, kept mementos for the boys and myself, eventually I started to change Charlie's room into my own. The boys helped when they wanted to, I never pushed them, and always doubled checked with them before tossing something.

Today was the day though that I knew I needed to sit down and get my shit together. I opened the newspaper to the classified section that housed advertisements for used vehicles and job openings.

Wanted: Female, long legs, extrovert,

I put the black slash through that one before I even finished reading.

Whole Foods: For Hire- Part Time weekend cashier

Not enough hours- slash.

Wanted: Nanny position, live in

And scratch, I highly doubt they would allow two teenage boys to accompany me.

The Road House: Full time waitress needed, hours vary.

BINGO!

The rest of the ad gave the address and stated to ask Felix for furthering information. I looked at the clock and saw it was noon and that it should be open and I knew the boys wouldn't be home for a few more hours.

I ran upstairs and put on a nice pair of jeans and a decent blue top. I saw the box that was still unpacked sitting by my bed. It had all of my scrubs, I just sighed and hoped that if I did get this job it would only be temporary and I could go back to my profession, before I forget everything.

I hopped into my black Honda Civic and started making my way down to the bar that bordered Forks and La Push Reservation. It took me about a half hour to get there and another ten to get any confidence and march into what appeared to be an almost deserted building.

I pushed the door opened and saw two men sitting at a booth each drinking a beer. There was a man who looked to be about thirty manning the bar.

"Can I get you something sugar?"

I was startled out of my observations by his voice. I simply told myself to suck it up and I spoke up.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Felix? I'm here about the waitress job."

He nodded for a moment and made some kind of signal to the two men. I think he was checking to see if they would be okay for a minute. Whatever sign they gave in response he moved behind the bar and came over to me and stuck a meaty looking paw out at me.

"Well I'm Felix, and if you are okay with wearing shorts in winter you got yourself a job."

I stood dumbfounded for a moment before finding my voice.

"Just like that, no interview, no references, no check to see if I even know how to carry a tray?"

"Yep, just like that. 'Sides your cute, and I think would look good in the uniform, good for business."

While he was talking he leered at me, making me slightly uncomfortable, but I thought of the boys and those bills on the kitchen table, I knew I really didn't have a choice.

Forty minutes later I was the newest waitress to grace The Road House with my presence. I had my white t-shirt with the name across the chest and a schedule starting tomorrow afternoon.

I was home and in my closest looking for a pair of black shorts and my pair of red chucks so I would be ready for tomorrow.

I heard the boys come tumbling in around three in the afternoon. Like the past week they were yelling at each other. I've never been sure what is being said as it is mostly muffled through the house and they tend to shut up when I make an appearance.

It seems today is no different. Once I hit the bottom step they take a step away from each other and stop yelling.

"Hey guys, how was school?"

Jasper mumbled a fine and then ran up to his room. Before Emmett could even answer me Jasper was back down grabbed his keys and said he wouldn't be home for supper. Emmett just stared at him wide eyed.

"You okay Em?"

He shrugged his shoulders and went into the living room with and took his homework out. It was my turn to stare wide eyed. Emmett had become increasingly quiet and loosing his playfulness more and more each day. I followed him into the room and took a seat on the couch. I grabbed a wayward controller for whatever game counsel was set up and threw it at him.

"What the hell Bella, I'm trying to do my math."

"First of all, no swearing out of you. Second, I want you to forget your homework tonight, I'll write a note to your teacher, but I want you to play a video game until your eyes can't stay open."

I turn on my heal and head to the kitchen leaving Emmett with his mouth hanging open.

I pick up the bills that I've left sitting on the table and smile when I hear the sounds of avatars or whatever the crap he is playing.

I made hamburgers and fries for supper. It's awkward to say the least, however Emmett is starting to eat more again and that's something. Jasper eats, but he stares and looks annoyed to be even in our company.

"So I got a job."

They both look at me neither asking what it is, but clearly wanting the details.

"It's just a waitress position at the Road House. I start tomorrow. I'm not sure what my hours are going to be like, but we can manage."

Its a heartbeat or two before Jasper speaks.

"Why can't you work at the hospital. I thought you went to school to become a nurse not some slut that works at that hole."

"JASPER SWAN! Go to your room, now!"

"FUCK YOU! YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER"

He slammed the door as he left and I heard the tires squeal as he drove down the road.

I don't even know what happened. I don't know what his problem was and I don't know why my first instinct was to send him to his room like he was a nine year old boy.

"Sorry Bella. Dad never liked that place since it opened. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

I looked at my little brother with such a sad face. I longed to see the dimples that used to be permanently etched on his face, I haven't since the night of Charlie's funeral.

I just nodded and cleaned up the kitchen telling Emmett good night and reminding him that I would not be home when he returned from school the next day.

I had finished my training in one day and was on my own two days later. It wasn't much to learn and since I was a waitress in college things were easy for me to pick up.

I hadn't talked to Jasper since the night he stormed out of the house; or rather he hasn't talked to me. I just sighed to myself and went towards the group of men that were currently occupying the space around the pool table.

"Hey boys, you guys need another round?"

I asked hoping that they would answer quickly and I could go hide behind the bar or if they ordered food I could hang out in the kitchen for a minute. For the majority of the night I had been leered at and the "uniform" left little to the imagination and all I wanted to do was book it out of there in my red chucks.

"Well, well, well if it isn't little Bella Swan."

I looked up at the new comer and saw the son of one of my dad's friends.

"Jacob Black, it's good to see you."

I lied easily.

He wrapped me up in a large hug. Jacob was a year older than me and when we were in high school he would try and fool around with me. He would slap my ass or grab my breast when our father's eyes were otherwise occupied. He never asked me out because he had a long standing girlfriend, well as long standing as you can get in high school, Leah.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it tot he funeral."

He didn't offer any excuses for his absence and I told him it was fine. Eventually I took their orders and went in search of my little oasis.

A few minutes later I was bringing some empty glasses to the bar to be cleaned when I saw Felix yelling at some customers. I walked over to see if there was anything I could help with, but staying physically far enough a way to avoid any harm if it should come to blows.

"I told you to get the fuck out of here James and take your little girlfriend with you."

"Come on Felix just a shot and we will be out of your hair."

"Look I don't give a rats ass if you are my cousin, you are still only seventeen and this is a twenty-one plus establishment. So as I said before, get the fuck out."

I caught a glimpse of the teenager as he huffed his way out, arm draped around some girl. He was dressed obnoxiously, as though he was entitled to anything and everything, he had short blonde hair and beady little black eyes. He was a few inches shorter than Jasper. The red head that was with him was almost the same height as James, with the enhancement afforded to her by the heals she was sporting.

Felix mumbled a string of profanities as the two made their way out of the bar.

"Bella if you see those shits in here again let me know, and if I'm not around kick them the fuck out."

I just nodded and went back to work, or rather filling drinks and avoiding the pack of wolves in the back corner.

By the time I got home it was nearing two thirty in the morning and I was fucking beat and just wanted to fall into the nice soft comfort of my bed. However, it seems as though fate had other plans for me as there was an unfamiliar red sports car of some type taking up space in my driveway.

I made my way into the house as fast as my legs could carry me, it was November and I was currently wearing a pair of fucking shorts.

When I got inside I heard noises coming from the living room and what I saw there made me cringe. One the couch laying horizontally on each other was the couple from the bar that Felix kicked out. My uneasiness multiplied into pure fury with what I saw on Charlie's recliner, my little brother had his hand up some black haired girls shirt while she moved above him.

I was tired and I was pissed I slammed on the light and both couples jumped apart.

I pointed to the two on the couch and then at the girl and then looked at Jasper.

"Introductions please."

My voice was full of sugar and it made me want to choke.

"Um Bella, this is James and Victoria, and this is Maria. Guys this is my sister."

At least the little shit had the decency to look contrite.

"Well as much fun as hosting a little get together sounds right now I'm tired and it appears I need to have a chat with my adorable little brother, so please leave."

The four teenagers in the room shot each other odd looks, but they left without much of a fuss.

Jasper waited until we heard the car leave the driveway before speaking.

"What the fuck Bella. We were just having fun."

I looked at him as if he had grown another head.

"Jasper it's almost three in the morning, I get that my hours or my job for that matter are not ideal. I also understand you are a seventeen year old boy, I'm not going to say you can't hang out, but please have a little respect. Besides what if Emmett left his room and walked out of the house, would you have even noticed. The door wasn't even locked Jasper."

He just mumbled an apology and left for his room. I opened Emmett's room to check that he was still there. He had started to walk in his sleep again after the funeral. Something he had done when he was a little boy. I can't even count the number of times we would find him in the kitchen or wandering around the living room when he was younger.

I saw my baby brother in tangled in his blankets and I hoped I was doing right by both of them.