I'm actually quite excited to write this chapter in Renee's POV, so I hope you guys all like it. This is mainly a filler with some insight because I know you guys have been requesting it, and there we go. By the way, be ready for lots of swearing.

Warning: Do not read if child trafficking sickens you. And it should.

Renee's POV

"This is all your fault!" I looked at my husband with the outermost amount of hatred. "This is not what we planned all those years ago; this shouldn't even be happening!" I screamed at him.

His dark eyes gave the emotion right back. "My fault? You were the one that flaked! We had the whole thing planned out firmly and if you would have kept with the plan, we wouldn't have all this shit to deal with. We wouldn't have that whore back in Forks living with us, or those fucking kids running around!"

Our plan from the beginning of our marriage had been pretty fucking solid, and I knew I blew it. When I was young, like fifteen or so, I got pregnant by some ass, birthed the little fucker and then tossed it to adoption. I found that I liked being pregnant. It felt...nice, good, amazing during sex. When I married Charlie, he said he didn't want kids, which I agreed to, however told him I liked being pregnant. And after lots of discussion, we decided on this: to get pregnant whenever the fuck we wanted to and then give the baby to adoption.

At least we weren't being heartless.

And yet, we never got to that second stage.

Had Isabella and wanted to try that whole mommy thing, but it didn't work. I just decided I wasn't having it and joined the lonely party with Charlie; the kid had everything she needed, she could deal with it. She put a lot of stress on my relationship with my husband, though, which made life fucking miserable. I hated that kid. I hated her. She was annoying, constantly calling me "mommy" and whatever. At first it was cute but then it started to ware, to the point where she dropped it and did what she needed herself. I popped out Caitlyn and the same thing happened, but I knew better than to get involved with that shit. I stayed away from her and handed her to Isabella.

"That's mommy, little kid."

And then twins. Emma and Sophie. That – being that big and sensitive – probably enhanced my sex life tenfold, which was probably the main reason I liked being pregnant. Popped them out and then life went on. I worked part-time, partied a lot and tried to get pregnant a lot from quickies. I had nothing to do with those kids – they were a bunch of fucking annoying little shitheads, birthed by the devil!

As soon as they were out of me they were all supposed to be tossed into adoption. I wanted to try with Bella but she so misbehaved! She got all those little girls to herself and I never looked back.

Charlie thought that we should move, as per the request of a friend, but I said it would too much of a bitch to move with all that fucking baggage. So we brought Caitlyn with us to Florida and to Charlie's friend. He specialized in trafficking children. It was perfect.

"Doesn't matter," I said dismissively. "We'll get our money's worth while she's still young and doable and then...whatever happens to her, happens. Got it?"

"Whatever, Renee." Charlie grabbed onto Caitlyn's arm, which she wailed out at and pulled her towards the warehouse. I just wanted to get this done with so we could go back to the hotel and just fuck. I smiled slightly. Pregnant again. Blissfully pregnant. "So then, what are we doing when that one comes?" Charlie asked gruffly, shoving the little girl toward. I tsked her as she fell on her knees.

I shrugged. "Depends if it's a boy or a girl. A girl, we keep her. A boy, we ship him back to Forks." Charlie nodded and agreed before knocking in some rhythmical sounds.

The door opened to reveal a heavily built man dressed in dark colors, and looking completely menacing, except for when a smile lit his face with his eyes drawn at Caitlyn. "Swan," Charlie said, breaking the silence.

The man smiled wider. "Charlie and Renee," he nodded once in greeting. "This must be Caitlyn." The way her looked at her, said her name, I knew that he would be the one to take her. Caitlyn cowered away, trying to take a few steps back but I pushed her forward before she could get away. "Come in."

The man led us through darkened hallway after darkened hallway, nearly impossible to see anything before we made it to a room with minimal lighting. It was enough to see the concrete walls, floor, ceiling, and the ratted furniture, mattress in the corner. It wasn't really creepy because I knew nothing was going to happen to me; they were only going to break in the little girl, defile her, give us our money and then start the trafficking.

Another man sat on one of the couch's, looking up upon our entering. "Charlie Swan. Great to see you." We all took spots on couches or chairs but Caitlyn didn't move from the door to the room. She looked around nervous, scared, tears still streaming and heavy breathing. I wanted to hit her at that moment, and hit her hard.

"Caitlyn, sit down. Now!" I snapped. Instead of coming over to the sitting area, she slid down against the wall. Bitch. "Whatever," I said to my husband and the two men, waving my hand in her direction. "She's a useless piece of life anyway, just like her sisters. Shoulda ditched when I was supposed to."

"Shoulda," Charlie echoed quietly. I chose to ignore him. Bastard.

"Is she ready then?" the first man asked eagerly, shifting in his seat with his eyes trained on Caitlyn. I had to smile at his obvious need to be inside something so tight; his erection was bulged in the front of his dark jeans. The way his whole torso was turned toward that little girl also made my smile widen. He wanted her badly.

And I wanted that money.

"Absolutely," I said, smiling like you would if you won the fucking lottery. But I guess I was pretty damn close to it now, too. "Go for it." I swear he was off the couch in seconds and across the room to sit in front of Caitlyn. I frowned. He was...comforting her. Talking quietly and looking fucking sincere. Oh no, this would not fly. As I was about to object to this, the man in front of us interrupted.

"He's gaining her trust, Mrs. Swan," he said easily, convincingly. "Its easy for kids her age to trust anyone that opposes safety." During his talking, I'd glanced back over to them as the man stood from the floor while holding Caitlyn's hand, leading her to the mattress. She was still crying and sobbing, but looked somewhat calmer.

The man and Charlie started to talk business; the amount they were giving for this "pop the cherry" visit was astounding. When the "doing" man started taking his shirt off and then his pants, I looked away. Not that I didn't want to see that little Devil's Child's face when she was stretched and pain, just like she's done to me for years, but because I didn't care. Caitlyn shouldn't have even been in my fucking life – she was the second to ruin things, after Isabella.

I took a dip back into the business in front of me and making deals on the amounts for them trafficking little Caitlyn. This trip was putting thirty-three grand into our pockets, just like that. The man said that each rape would charge in its own way – it depended what was planned to happen. I told him I didn't want her to die yet; not until she turned thirteen at the very least, or was too overused to bring us any money. We were close to agreeing on how often these events were going to be when Charlie's phone rang.

He talked for a quick few seconds, mostly saying "yes" and "okay". When he hang up, he looked pissed and somewhat exasperated.

"What's wrong?" I demanded, immediately set off into some negative thoughts.

Charlie snorted. "Isabella called the station and reported for child abandonment," he laughed humourlessly. I growled in distaste. When we planned this trip, Charlie told his work that he would be gone anywhere from two weeks to a month or two, saying we were going to Disneyland and travelling some. The station didn't even question that we were leaving Isabella and the rest of the girls. I guess they would start investigating it when they realized that Charlie, Caitlyn and I would not be returning.

"Who is Isabella?" the man in front of us asked. I still didn't know his name.

"Our..." I scowled. "Our bitch of a daughter."

He smiled wider just as a loud scream ripped through the air. I glanced over at the mattress to see the guy's body over Caitlyn's, both completely naked. She didn't stop screaming, yelping, clawing at him and hitting. A few times she even yelled for Charlie or I to save her, and when we turned back, she screamed for Isabella. Figures. I turned around and shouted for her to shut up, which only seemed to spur on the sobbing. The man hit her and threatened her life, instantly turning to an alter ego – an angry one. She stopped flailing slightly, but her screaming continued on. "Anyway," the man continued, taking our attention from the rape a few meters away, "how old is she?"

"It hurts!" screamed Caitlyn. It was one of those cries that I remembered from Isabella as a baby – the belly cry, where it dragged on with the tears and red face. "Stop hurting me! Mommy, please help! Please!" She drawled the last word before it broke out into an earth-shattering scream, and the man clamped her mouth with his hand as his hips started to move.

I sighed. "We never wanted her," I replied icily. "Meant to give her up for adoption the second she could breath, but no. I wanted to try my hand at motherhood. And suddenly I popped out four more girls, and didn't give any of them up." He quirked an eyebrow. "She's seventeen, going on eighteen." I paused. "I think."

"Yeah," Charlie put in simply, nodding slightly.

"Ah, much too old for this." The nameless man gestured around us.

"Definitely," I agreed quickly. "She wouldn't get us anything."

"She's not even worth it," Charlie added gruffly.

The man tapped his chin. "I see. You both resent her. Nice. Even if she is too old, there is still some demand for girls her age if your interested in starting her." He levelled his gaze at both of us.

With one child already starting her child prostitution career, and with three little girls still in Forks, I got my own idea on how much money we could be making. Isabella be damned. These three girls could be bring in the major money for us, I realized. "I'll get back to on that," I said to him, a smile slowly forming.

Back at the hotel, Caitlyn was silent as she watched TV in the small living room. Charlie and I sat at the small table that was a sad excuse for a kitchen. The kid long sense stopped crying as if this were some tragedy and now just stayed silent, every so often sniffling. I think she understood that if she made a sound she would be in lots of trouble.

"What now?" I asked my husband, who hadn't been saying much.

"Tomorrow..." He took a deep breath. "We create our facade. Your taking her out, buying her things, whatever, just for appearances. Okay?" I gave him a dubious look. "I know she doesn't deserve it, Renee, but we need this. Keep up this appearance, wait until her next job, pay off that little, old house and start life."

I nodded slowly. "Okay," I replied carefully. "We also need a doctor's appointment – for appearance purposes too."

"We aren't really going to keep it, are we?" Charlie asked, disgusted like I just asked him to fuck a man. "Like girl or not?"

"I thought that if it is a boy it can go back to Forks and if it's a girl it can stay with us until it comes to that age. I was always thinking of maybe bring Melly," I added as an afterthought. "You know, the more the merrier. Money that it." Charlie grinned. "At four years old, what could that be valued at?"

A dreamy expression took over Charlie's face as he groaned, one of pleasure. Then he shook his head and looked at me sadly. "No can do. It'll raise too much commotion and suspicion. Isabella would call the police, investigate, have us thrown in jail, or worse." My eyes widened. "Make us go back to them."

"Baby, I get that this is all my fault, and I am sorry that I wanted to try to be a mom. I just like being pregnant," I told him, something I've conveyed many times. "I thought it would just be adoption after adoption, no strings. Kind of like having a friend with benefits; being pregnant without having a baby."

Charlie sighed. "Yeah, I hate kids," he said, pretty much just shortening what I said. I nodded, shrugging once nonchalantly. "I like it when your pregnant too, you know, Renee. All big and round..."

His dark eyes seemed to get even darker and take on this lustrous edge in the light.

"Then why don't we go enjoy this pregnancy?" I asked, trailing my nails lightly up his bare arm and back down to grab his hand. We started toward the bedroom around the corner, before locking the deadbolt on the door.

Caitlyn wasn't going anywhere. After invading our lives and placing stress on us, the least she could do was give back. And even if that was in the form of money, than I would take it until the day she was so overworked that she was useless, even more so than now. Than we would have to move on. Kidnap Melinda, perhaps, or really pray for this baby to be a girl.

*deep breaths* Now, who is still sticking around to read this? Who threw up? Yeah, me too. I want to fucking wring Renee and Charlie's necks! I had to listen to hardcore, hatred music just to get through this and I still had a rough time, which you can probably see. I will NOT be doing this again, this just degraded my fingers and mind.

When Cailtyn was yelling for help, I felt the need to add that in, for the sake of...you know, I actually don't know why. It just felt appropriate.

I almost cried writing this, had a few tears at the thought of a little girl being in so much pain...

I wrote this all for you that have requested it, so please, for me, leave a review of your thoughts. Whether you want to wring their necks with me, whether you hope Renee and Charlie to stay away from Melly, whether this turned you on (and if it did, I swear to the fucking heavens that I will find you and...), or even if you did throw up.

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Love, a very sad Glitter 3