AN: So for some reason this concept of this story came to me in a dream. I thought about the plot for a few days and just thinking about where I could go with this, and though I have a few ideas in mind, I haven't gotten it all together. I do not have a beta for this story, mostly because I didn't want to wait for a reply to get on, so sorry for the spelling/grammar mistakes. Still I think it'll make a pretty good story. I hope you guys enjoy it.


Chapter 1

My foot rocked back and forth as I wait impatiently as the door closed and Mrs. Watson took her seat. I shifted in my seat, fidgeting every now and again, all the while kicking my feet back and forth. I watched quietly as she gave me a small smile before reaching into her desk and pulling out a vanilla folder with my name on it. I sighed heavily making her snap her head up and narrowing her eyes at me before looking back down in the folder.

I reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear as she glanced up at me.

"How are you Isabella?" Mrs. Watson asked gently.

I bit my lip at the name and smiled tightly at her. "I'm good Mrs. Watson. How are you?"

She smirked and shrugged. "Oh I've had better days."

I sighed and re-crossed my legs without saying a word.

"Alrighty, let's get started. You're looking at…." She glanced down at the folder "University of Illinois right?"

"Yes. I've actually already been accepted."

She was quite for a few seconds before looking up at me with a tight smile. "Wouldn't it make more sense to go to University of Washington? It's cheaper and closer to home."

I narrowed my eyes questioningly at her and shook my head. "It may be cheaper, but I don't want to be anywhere near Forks. Besides Illinois has a wonderful English program. "

"I'm sure University of Washington has just a good of program."

"Mrs. Watson, I want to go to the University of Illinois. It's the only school I've applied to."

She shook her head. "Then that was a stupid mistake Bella."

I sighed wishing she would get to the point.

"Do you know how much University of Illinois cost for out of state students?''

I nodded my head. "Yeah over 30,000 dollars. But with my financial aid and scholarships I should be good."

She bit her lip. "Most of you scholarships didn't get accepted."

I stared at her my mouth dropping open, shocked. "What? What are you talking about?"

She shrugged her shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal. It was a huge freaking deal. I had spent months going over scholarships that were acceptable to me. I applied to each one. Spent hours on the mundane task, just to be able to make sure that I would be able to go to school and now Mrs. Watson is telling me that most weren't accepted.

"I don't understand."

"Well with financial aid and the scholarships you have half the tuition. You either need to come up with the rest of the money, get a loan, or go to University of Washington which I highly suggest."

I scoffed and sat back in my seat going over the options. There was no way I was going to get a loan. That was a big no-no, I wasn't and wouldn't even consider getting one. Staying here in Washington was another no-no. I had to get away from my so-called family as soon as I could. Not that they would really care. I guess I could come up with the rest of the money. Getting a job somewhere in Illinois. Possibly.

"Do you really think a little minimum wage job is going to help you earn all that money. You have to think about you also Bella. Clothing, food, and other necessities that you need. "

I narrowed my eyes wondering how she knew what I was thinking. I bit my lip knowing she was right. There was no way I would be able to pay for school when I needed to actually take care of myself so I could go to school. I sighed and put my hands through my hair thinking. What to do …..what to do… God I wish my mother were rich.

"What about work study program?" I asked, the idea coming to me.

"Too late to sign up."

I bit my lip and shook my head. No. There was no way this was stopping me. I would find something…anything.

"Bella." Mrs. Watson said with a soothing voice. "I know life at home is…tough, but staying here really wouldn't be so bad. Seriously sweetie…"

I stood up quickly not wanting to talk to her about my family life even though everyone knew about it. "I'm going to the University of Illinois Mrs. Watson. I'll find some way. Thank you for your time."

I reached down and grabbed my bookbag and headed out of the office. Ignoring the few students that were on school property, I made my way down the road to walk home. Thoughts raced through my head, and I tried to figure out how the hell I was going to be able to pay for school.

I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind. All of this thinking was giving me a headache. It took about fifteen minutes to walk from school to home and vice versa. I didn't have a car because I couldn't afford it and I didn't get rides to and from school because most of my 'friends' were too scared to come to my part of the neighborhood and house. I totally understood that. I was definitely from the wrong side of the track.

I wasn't always like that. I used to live on the 'right' side, in a modest two-story house with one bathroom that I had shared with my dad. Thoughts of my father, Charlie, sprung to mind and my eyes filled with tears. Charlie was the police chief of this small town of Forks. When I was 12, He was killed, pointlessly in the line of duty. All because a guy wanted to steal a 12 pack of beer and didn't want to go with Charlie. I was devastated when the policemen showed up and told me what happened.

My mother, who I hadn't seen since I was four or five, showed up with her new boyfriend, Phil. Of course not seeing your mother for years on end, didn't really mean she was a motherly type. I didn't go for her for comfort; I didn't even talk to her the first few days when she showed up. After the funeral my mother suddenly disappeared for ten days without any calls. I wasn't really worried and instead stayed with a nice family down the road during that time. By the time she showed up she claimed that she had sold the house and that we were moving to a smaller house, but was going to stay in Forks just for me.

And this was where we moved to. A very small two bed room house, if you want to call it a house, on the wrong side of the tracks. It was once probably porcelain white, but now it was so dingy it looked brown. There was a small step porch big enough for a chair. The grass needed to be mowed especially with the summer months coming up. I shook my head as I stared at this little…shack. I hated it here.

I made my way inside, completely use to the smell of marijuana smoking up the house. Yeah my mother was a druggie. Now I have nothing with people smoking a joint every now and again, but my lovely mother didn't just do that. Marijuana, pills, and crack was her savior. Yep she was on the hard shit. She had been on it for as long as I lived with her. Phil of course was right alone with her, mostly buying and selling. I was surprise that they hadn't been caught and put in jail. This was such a small town everyone knew everything about everyone. I personally think it was because of me. The police here were probably trying to protect me since Charlie couldn't, or maybe the system just sucked.

I stopped by my mother and Phil's room before going to my own. Knocking on it gently I opened the door to be met by Renee, my mother passed out on the floor. I sighed and shook my head.

"I'm home." I said to no one.

I sighed and closed the door before going to my own. Taking out a little key I unlocked my door. There was no way I would leave my door unlocked, by the time I got home most of my stuff would have been sold for drugs. Throwing my bag on the bed I turned and relocked my door. Phil sometimes had people over that just gave me the creeps and I wasn't going to put myself in harm's way.

I made my way to my computer that was in the corner of my tiny room. It was one of the big things that I was able to take with me when we moved. The only internet connection I had was stealing it from a neighbor named DRAGONGAMES, but I didn't care, I got want needed to be done and was entertained for hours because of it.

I first started looking for jobs that paid more than minimum wage in the Illinois area. There were none, and the ones that were there you needed a degree or experience. Craigslist was my next shot. Clicking to the job section I scanned the pages, getting more depressed by the minute that there was nothing I could do to make money.

Take a deep breath clicked back to the main page. I desperately needed to rest my mind, so I decided to look in the personals sections. I had no qualms about online dating, but I loved going through them laughing at the idiocy people wanted to find or how they described themselves. Sometimes the subject themselves were funnier than the post within. I looked through ads such as: NOT 4 EVER, JUST 4 NOW, WHERE'S MY WARD? (Wanting someone to share the 50's lifestyle with her.) LOOKING FOR MY COWBOY, and LOOKING FOR TALL DARK INDIAN. I couldn't help but to read through them both women and men ads. People where crazy and provided tons of entertainment for me. I continued clicking on ones that would bring a smile to my face. As I scrolled down the page a particular subject caught my eye.

27 YEAR OLD LOOKING MISTRESS.

I chucked a little under my breath before I opened the link. My eyes scanned the post and my heart raced. After finishing reading it, I looked blankly at the screen wondering if this person was serious before reading again.

Hey Ladies,
I'm a 27 year old white male who is currently looking for a mistress. I know this might not be the classiest place to look for one, but I'm
desperate. I live in Chicago, Illinois and own my own business. I'm not going to go too far into that until I have the girl. I am married and we will
go over that later once again if you're right for me. I'm looking for a young lady 18 through 26, race not a problem, size not a problem. If
you're good at what you give me, size doesn't matter. I'm willing to take care of the girl who is willing to be my mistress including food, shelter,
and clothing, plus anything else that they need. Once again I know this isn't the classiest thing to do, though I hope someone with enough class
will reply. Please put the name of your favorite movie in the title, as well as a picture. Thanks for reading my post.

E

The post was a little awkward if you ask me. It seemed like E didn't really know what to say, then again it seemed like he was serious. I sighed heavily as I leaned back in my chair and started to think. He said he lived in Chicago, which was only about a two hour drive from the University. He paid for shelter, food and clothing plus anything else that this mistress needed. Would he pay for college tuition? He seemed like he had enough money, then again maybe he just meant basic necessities. I shook my head. Wait….

Was I really thinking about becoming someone's mistress? I was really thinking about helping him cheat on his wife. The poor women. What was it about her that made her husband want to cheat on her? It wasn't that the sex thing was a problem for me. I've had sex plenty of times with my friend Jacob. He was more of a fwb type of thing. I always thought losing my virginity would be something special with sparkles; instead it was in the back of an old pick-up truck, Jake groaning on top of me. Sex with him was never horrible but it wasn't breathtaking or magical…it was just…good.

I shook my head again, snapping out of my daze when I heard a loud crash outside my door.

"God damn it!"

I sighed loudly as Phil banged on my door.

"Bella. Open the damn door!"

"What do you want?" I called out.

"Sweetheart, I was just wondering if I could borrow a few dollars, just a few." He mumbled.

"For what?"

"It doesn't matter for what fucking what!" he screamed his temper getting the best of him.

I tried ignoring him as he continued to bang on my door asking for money. I knew what the fucking money was for. Either he or Renee needed another fix, and I wasn't helping them get it. Besides I only had 100 dollars on me from my part time job….my very very part time. I only worked weekends, Tuesdays, and Thursdays at a small café in town. I knew the women only hired me because she felt sorry for me. As much as I wanted to throw the job back in her face, I needed it. I wasn't complaining though. At least it was something.

"Damnit Bella. Come on." Phil tried again before I heard him walk away. I shook my head and waited to see if something else happened.

"Bella? Sweetheart."

My pressed my lips together tightly as my mother's voice drifted through the door. Bastard. I knew what he was trying to do. Trying to get me to feel sorry for Renee.

"Bella, I was just wondering if we can borrow a few dollars. I need to go to the store…we need food."

Tears sprung to my eyes as I laughed under my breath humorlessly. Food. There hadn't been food in the house in a while. I always had to eat out or buy my own food. This sucked. I shouldn't live like this. I'm an 18 year old girl. I should be out looking at colleges and shopping for bedding with my mom. I should be able to come home from school and tell her about my day. I hated living like this. I knew I wasn't the only teenager in the world that had problems, but I was the only one who cared about me.

"Bella. Baby, please. Mommy's hungry. You don't want me to starve, do you?"

I continued to ignore her as I looked at my computer screen. I felt like I was having an out of body experience as my fingers opened my email and placed themselves on the keyboard and types out words.

SUBJECT: V FOR VENDETTA

Hello, E.
My name is B. I'm an 18 year old student living in Washington I'm very interested in becoming your mistress. I know it entitles being involved in sexual matters and I'm very alright with that. I don't really know what else to say, but I've decided to attach a picture, it's the most recent one I have. Hopefully I'll hear from you soon. Sorry it's so simple.

B

With a dazed look I clicked send and my eyes widen as my hands fell away from the keyboard. What the hell did I just do?


AN: So hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. I'll put the second one up tomorrow. Please review if you have the chance…it does motivate me.