I would just like start off and say thank you so much to my beta .Slash .Folie. (sorry for the space, it won't let me type the beta name right :( )for being so awesome and for editing my work, and I would also like to say that I have come to a realization that I can't post strictly on Tuesdays, I think I just need to post when ever I can because I'm to impatient to wait. Enjoy, its going to be intense!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, blah, blah and etc.

It was around two in the morning…the usual drunken hour. It was probably my favorite and least favorite at the same time of the Saturday shifts. Only because it is usually the time when I get to see people make complete idiots of themselves, while also getting my ear drum blown out by there extremely loud orders. Drunks usually never realize they aren't talking at a normal volume, which causes my ears to lose hearing abilities and a nice ringing to occur. Another plus is, I get a funny story to tell Rose and Alice, and a couple jokes at the drunk's expense.

On the tiny yet prominent drive thru screen I saw a shiny Volvo pull up to the order station.

I cleared my throat, "Hello welcome to Raymond's may I take your order?"

"HELL YEAH" I winced at his booming voice, "3 triple cheeseburgers, no pickles, double bacon…and what will you two ladies be having this evening?" They are probably drunk, I thought.

A new clear, and attractive voice came in, "Shut up Emmett… One Sirloin burger with large fries…Jasper?"

I heard some murmuring and then the same voice said, "Yeah, and a triple cheeseburger with all the fixings." He said 'fixings' with a southern twang, I can only guess that it was said to be making someone else, which reinforces my belief that these guys were hammered.

"Anything else to drink?"

"Three large cokes" he replied.

"That'll be $24.13 please pull up to the next window." I sub-consciously primped my hair and rubbed under my eyes to catch any eyeliner. Even if I'm in my uniform, I want to have a chance at looking nice.

The car pulled up to my window and all I saw was a massive bulk of muscle, this guy was huge! He would give Hulk Hogan a run for his money. He rolled down his window and gave me a breath taking smile. He had short brown curly hair and gorgeous brown eyes; he was hot I have to admit.

I looked past him and saw another very good looking male in the passenger's seat, he had blonde hair that was perfectly styled into a fashionable swoosh and was sporting a shit-eating grin; he was obviously over his maximum alcohol limit. Then, there was a third person in the back but it was to dark to see him, all I caught was a glint of bright red hair.

The blonde guy leaned over the driver and said in a low rumble. "Well hello there." I could see his eyes roving all over the half of my body that wasn't covered by wall.

"Hello" I stuttered out.

"Well you're looking foxy this evening" Blood rushed to my face making me sweat. I couldn't be more embarrassed, what do you say to that? 'Yeah I know'?

My mind was blank and all I could think of was getting them out of here, "Umm… That'll be $24.13 please."

"Sorry about him" the muscled guy said and pushed the blondy back to his seat, "We usually keep him on a leash" he gave a big grin and handed me the money.

"Its alright" I said and closed the window. I looked back at the screen but saw that they were still in the drive thru. I peered through the foggy window to see him feverishly writing something on a napkin. He knocked on the glass and I put the window up,

"Here" he said, and with a chuckle he put it in my hand and drove off.

Once I was sure they were gone I opened up the napkin to see what he had left for me. It read,

Call For a good time

555-3298

-Edward

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. I had never been 'picked up' on the job, this is definitely a first.

4 o'clock had finally arrived after what felt like the longest night shift of my life. My feet felt heavy as I trudged to get my bulky fall coat. I climbed into my boots and grabbed the food for Eric and Mike. I waved bye to my co-workers and while waving hello to George the opener for the morning.

The air was chilly and it was pitched black outside, the only source of light was a flickering light post and my work places dim lights. I slowly but surely walked to my car- well if you could call it a car. It's more of a beast-a big red truck that is indestructible and older than my age and my fathers combined. It may be ugly and ancient but it gets me around and it's inexpensive.

I booted up my truck and headed home to my boozed up boyfriend and his buddy. I would hope that I wouldn't have to come home to a mess but judging on the company that Eric has kept, I will be paying for their mistakes the coming morning. But like always, I'll clean it up without complaining, it's not like it matters anyways. It's what couples do, they clean up after one another and they do favors for each other.

I just hope that he doesn't ask me to stay up. I'm so tired I could fall asleep at the wheel. My eyelids were heavy with exhaustion and every move I made felt like I was going in slow motion. I turned on the radio to wake up my senses.

She says I remind her of her father and I know she likes it,

I tapped along to the beat of the song and eventually started to sing along with the artist. I'm glad no one was on the streets because they may have heard my loud singing, well I guess it was more like a screeching cat, I was never much of a singer.

She wants a man who's got his game locked tight *ping*

I think she reminds me of my mother and she knows I like it

I want a woman with the same brown eyes,

And girl you got it so bad when the only boy you know is you dad…

Bzzzz…Bzzzz…Bzzzz

My phone was going off as I rummaged through my bag to find it, I stumbled upon my 'phone number' and laughed to myself, I'll have to show Alice and Rose, they'll get a kick out of it.

I finally found my phone and saw that Eric had called, but I'd be home in 2 minutes anyways, there's no point in calling him back now.

I finally pulled into the parking lot of our apartment and got out of my monster truck. I looked up to see my apartment with the lights on and the shadows of the two men in the house. I quickly swiped my key card into the slot and headed up the stairs to the door. I stuck my key in and the sound of music and the T.V blared into my ears.

"Jeez guys, you're going to wake up the city with your noise!" I laughed; Eric came up to me and kissed me lightly on the cheek. All night I had missed his friendly smile and warm eyes.

"How was your shift Bells?" He cuddled me to his body and I was warmed by the contact. It felt so right in his arms; I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else.

"Same as always" I said quietly gazing up at his face. I noticed all the bumps and red blotches on his face, he had always had bad acne.

I heard a grunt and then the nasally, obnoxious voice chimed in, right in the middle of a tender moment, "Hey Bellarina, got our food?" Mike called from the beat up leather recliner, I shook the bag letting him know his food was here. I waited for a 'please' or a 'thank you' but I knew none would come from Mike.

"Thanks Bells." Eric politely took the food from my extended hand and the two of them munched away.

"Alright well I'm beat so I'm heading to bed" I went to the two pigs and kissed my piggy goodnight.

"Don't I get a kiss Bellarina?" he said in a cocky tone, he had his arms stretched wide and ketchup was building up at the corners of his mouth, repulsive. I put on a brave face and went to kiss him on his cheek, but in Mike's fashion he turned his head just in time to catch my lips on his. I pulled away in shock, he just guffawed loudly. I looked at Eric in horror, but he was to busy intently putting ketchup on a single fry to notice.

I turned on my heel and walked hastily to my bedroom to start getting ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, just as I was turning off the water I heard a small click from my bedroom door, "Eric? Is that you?" I heard light foot steps heading in my direction, my heart pulsed faster and my blood felt like it was sinking to my feet. Then his face peaked from behind the half open door, it was Mike. He had a devious grin on his face that meant nothing good was to come.

"Y-yes Mike?" I stuttered, he kept walking towards me, my instincts kicked in and I ran for the door.

Before I could get out of my bathroom, he pushed me against the wall, covering my mouth with one hand, while the other busily started to unbutton my blouse, "This won't last long Bella…he's in the other room we'll have to make this quick, and quiet please." He whispered huskily into my ear, I whimpered under the pressure of his hand, he clamped it harder on my mouth and his eyes were urgent, I could feel tears start to flow, and my body was shaking with such a force, I couldn't understand how Mike was even able to hold onto me.

Thoughts were rushing into my mind, all screaming at me to get out, find a safe haven, where was Eric? A memory pricked my interest as I started to feel Mike's erection pushing up against my thigh. He was now roaming his rough fingers over my body, I knew I only had one shot at this, I loaded my leg and sprung it as hard as I could into his groin, and his reaction was instant.

He cried out in pain and crumpled to the ground, I gave a sharp kick to his stomach before fleeing to Eric. That was for ever dirty thing he had told me, it was for every ass grab, and every creepy glare he had given me, I felt satisfied but broken all at the same time. My vision was blurred heavily by the tears; Eric was just getting off the couch, his facial expression turned from happy to concern. He opened up his arms, as if to catch me from my misery.

"Bella, Bella what's wrong what happened?" He stroked my hair comfortingly and hugged me close to his body, I could tell I was staining his shirt with my tears but he didn't seem to mind.

"Mike." I whispered.

"Yeah he's in the bathroom" He said confused. Which just made me confused, why does he think Mike's in the bathroom?

"What?"

"Mikes in the bathroom, now tell me why you're crying" He said as he pet my cheek softly.

"Mike's the reason why I'm crying, he just tried to rape me." I almost choked on the last part of my sentence; it was hard to believe any of that had just happened.

"No." Eric said sternly. I was in absolute shock. My body went rigid in his arms as I came to terms with what he had just said.

"What do you mean no?" I pushed away from his body quickly, he stumbled back a little but caught his balance in time; he was mirroring my expression of shock.

"He just wouldn't Bella, your wrong. He said he was going to the bathroom, here I'll prove it...MIKE!" he yelled over his head.

The devil himself came limping into the room, his eyes were puffy red and a look of sheer anger was evident on his face.

"What?" He growled. His eyes were shooting daggers at me, so much that I could feel them stabbing at my skin, my skin tingled with anger, my blood was boiling and I could feel blood rushing to my head. Everything was going hazy and I felt like I was going to throw-up, I kept breathing in and out to keep myself calm. I could not be in the same room with Mike ever.

"Did you try and rape Bella?" Eric asked as if he was talking to a little kid about putting mud down someone's shirt. Eric's eyes were pleading to Mike, hoping that he didn't say yes. I don't know what the hold Mike had over Eric, but it was sickening some times.

"No." Mike said simply, and triumphantly.

Eric rubbed his neck and looked sheepishly at me. Mike was grinning from ear to ear, he was practically skipping with joy, he winked at me and licked his lips hungrily. I gagged and Eric ran over to rub my back. He put his arm on my shoulder but I quickly shoved it away. I was angry, no enraged. It was bubbling and it was about to bubble over. Eric took an extra step back, as if sensing the danger.

"You seriously believe him! Me running out of my screaming bloody murder, doesn't make you think that he tried something?" I was panting; I could still hear my words echoing in the now silent room. I was surprised with myself that I could have such force in my voice. He looked taken aback.

"All these times I told you he grabbed my ass, whispered things in my ear, you never believed me because I didn't have proof. Now I have proof and you don't believe me." I screamed, my arms were flying and waving at great speeds as I frantically tried to prove to him I was right. Air wasn't getting to my lungs fast enough as I clung for breath, I felt like fainting, so I could just forget this and sleep.

"I thought you loved me. I thought you cared about me." Tears were streaming faster down my face as I stared at the man I thought I loved, realization was creeping up on me, but my mind was fast at making excuses. How could he not believe me? How could he let someone so awful into our lives? How come he didn't care about me? But he was the man I loved. I just need to clear my head, I need time to forget, then everything will be better and the same.

Without a doubt in my mind I ran past Mike and Eric to my room and grabbed my suitcase and started filling it with what ever I could get my hands on. Clothing items were flying everywhere as I frantically ran to get my toothbrush. Eric came into my room pleading with me, I tried to drown out his voice but I couldn't.

"Bella, Bella can we please talk about this?" I ignored him, if I answered, he would be able to talk me into staying, and I can't. It's not good for either of us.

My bag was packed full and I walked to the door, I ran down the stairs with Eric trailing behind me yelling for me to come back inside, for us to 'talk about this'. I was done talking for today, I just needed to leave. I climbed in my truck; Eric was at my window a second after I had gotten in. I could hear his voice muffled from behind the window, I rolled it down, I couldn't leave without saying good bye, I owed him that much.

"Bella, Bells. Please come back inside and talk with us. Please." His eyes were sad and full of regret.

"Goodnight Eric." Was all my crackly voice could muster. My throat closed off and my tear ducts opened as I sped away. I pulled out my phone and called the first person on my speed dial.

"Alice..." I said shakily.

"Bella? Is that you, Christ do you know how early it is, are you crying? What's going on? Bella speak" Her voice was growing more frantic the longer I didn't speak up.

"Eric..and Mike..and oh God Alice! I ne-ne-eed a place to st-sta-y." I finally got out; I didn't know if she could understand me, I could barely understand myself, between all the sniffles, and cries.

"Of course sweetie, you come over right now, I'm already setting up a bed." Her voice was so comforting, I felt like crying all over again at her kindness. I could always count on Alice.

I finally arrived at Alice's, she already had the door open before I could knock, "Welcome home buttercup." She crushed me in a much needed hug and led me upstairs.

I kept crying but she didn't ask a single question about what had happened. She brushed my hair for me and wiped away any old tears to make way for the new ones, she gently put a box of Kleenex next to me and gave my hand a tight squeeze.

She was about to leave when a new round of tears stirred up, I realized that I wasn't ready to be alone, she faltered from leaving and concern filled her eyes, "Alice, I ca-can't sleep alo-ne" I stuttered out. My eyes were sore and swollen from the tears, it was painful to cry and blink. I really needed to sleep.

She gave a weak smile and climbed into the bed with me. "Bella, whatever you need, I'm here for you, we need to stick together. And I know you need a friend right now. I won't let you ever feel alone." Her words were so comforting, she instantly fell asleep, but I wouldn't be able to rest for awhile.

Authors Note: Alright so I hope that was enough drama for you, poor poor Bella, what would you do if you were her? And Mike he is probably the most disgusting male on earth, but I do have to say that Michael Welch is… MMMMMM, in the movie his eyes were so gorgeous! Well I'll end this note on a hopefully good note, please review! Some how they inspire the mind to create and contort, in conclusion reviews make happy writers which make happy stories! Thank you to all my readers, it is awesome to know people actually care to read my story.