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The first time I saw him, I was sitting on a park bench. He was running. He had an old t-shirt and low slung shorts on. He scared me. He was huge. He looked straight ahead as he ran. He never looked at me, and for that I was thankful.

I'd seen him every day at that park for a week. Same time every day. Then he stopped showing up. I didn't see him for three days. I breathed a little easier knowing he wasn't there. Big men scare me. I've had too many run-ins with his kind, you know, the huge muscle men. The ones who man-handle women into doing anything they want them to do. Yeah, that kind.

The only man I ever trusted was Marcus. "Isn't that right Marcus?" I looked into the pocket of my jacket. Marcus was a stuffed animal. Unicorn to be exact. Yeah, I was doing the whole 'Cast Away' thing. Don't judge me. I'm lonely.

Then on the third day, without seeing him, I got kicked out of the park. The people who visited the park daily were scared of the homeless bum. So the police told me to leave. I moved on to an alley behind a cafe. It was perfect really. They had a dumpster in the ally. It's amazing how much food people waist.

They took the trash out every night at closing time. I was sure to be gone during this time. I didn't want to get kicked out of my new home.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I looked through the dumpster for food. Finding a plastic take out box, I took it out opening it. "Bingo! We are eating good tonight Marcus." I smiled patting my pocket and dug into the half eaten cheeseburger.

I sat behind the dumpster munching on the cheeseburger and trying to get warm. Then I got warm, a little too warm. My mouth was on fire! "Hot-Hot-Hot!" I looked under the bun. Someone liked hot sauce.

"Oh God." I jumped up looking in the dumpster hoping to find a drink or something. I reached a little farther into the dumpster... and I fell in. "Damn!" My mouth was still on fire. Not as bad though. I sat on the pile of garbage still looking for a drink when I heard the door to the back Exit of the cafe open. "Shit." I whispered.

I sat very still as to not be heard.

"I don't see anything Ma! Are you sure you heard something out here?" A deep booming voice said.

The voice was too loud. It scared me. I whimpered and scooted a little farther back into the dumpster. The movement must have alerted the man of my presence.

I heard footstep's walking to the dumpster then pause. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to make myself invisible.

"Oh man." Said the deep voice.

Too close. It was too close. I whimpered again.

"Lady, are you ok?" He asked. I didn't dare open my eyes or speak. I just wanted him to go away.

"Miss, Please. Please answer me." He said a little panicked now.

I felt his huge hands touch me. I screamed. Loud. "Don't touch me!" I jumped back and swung my fist connecting with his meaty arm. Then I opened my eyes to see the man jump back and look at me surprised. It was the man from the park. The one who ran every day.

I scrambled back into the corner of the dumpster hoping he would get the point and leave me be. But the big meat head didn't get the point.

He held his hands up in a non- threatening way. "Hey lady, its ok. I'm not going to hurt you."

I scoffed. "Stay away from me!"

Then a woman ran out with an apron on. "Emmett! What's going on? I heard screaming."

The man looked back at the woman and then pointed at me. Huddled in the corner of the dumpster, I looked at the woman like a deer caught in the headlights.

She looked surprised at first then she walked closer to me with a friendly smile on her face. "Sweetie are you ok?" She asked.

I nodded but didn't take my eyes off of the big man. She noticed. "Emmett, be a dear and wipe the tables for me."

The big man, Emmett, looked from me then back to the woman. I guess he got the hint. He nodded his head and walked back into the cafe.

The woman smiled at me. "Hello dear, I am Esme. That was Emmett. And what would your name be?" She asked.

"Bella." I said. Just wanting her to go back in. Just give me two seconds and I would be out of here.

"Well Bella, how about you come out of that stinky old thing and we could talk about what you were doing in there in the first place." The smile never left her face.

I sighed, but inched my way to the front of the dumpster and climbed out. I never took my eyes off of her. Sure, she looked harmless. But when you've been on the streets as long as I have. You learn to trust no one.

Esme looked at my torn clothes and dirty skin and frowned. I rolled my eyes.

"Bella, would you like to come in for some warm tea or coffee? It's very cold out tonight." She smiled.

"No thank you. I'm sorry for the disturbance. I'll just take my leave now." I said attempting to get the hell out of dodge.

She would have none of it though. "Come dear. A little tea never hurt anyone." She said, grabbing my arm and ushering me inside.

I jerked my arm away from her but went in anyways. I had no choice. She was behind me.

The back exit seemed to have been connected to the kitchen.

"Right this way." She said pointing to another door which led to the dining area. I looked around. It was rather nice. Kind of old school. Everything was earth tones. Browns and tans everywhere.

Then I spotted the big man again. He was wiping at a table with a frown on his face. He looked up at our entrance.

Esme pointed to a chair at the nearest table. "Sit. Sit. I'll be right back with our tea." She smiled and walked into the kitchen. This left me alone with the huge man. I don't like this. No, I don't like this one bit. He must have smelled my fear. They can do that you know. He didn't say anything, just kept scrubbing the tables.

I kept him in eye shot and planned my best exit if worst came to worst. Esme obviously trusted him if she left me alone with him. Unless she's in on it. That's it! She's trying to make me trust her. She's a delivery girl. She's delivering me to the big man. It's a lot easier if I come willingly. I stuck my hand in my pocket and squeezed the life out of Marcus.

I jumped when she sat the mug in front of me. "Sorry." She murmured smiling.

I looked up at her glaring a little bit. The tea smell good and it was so warm. I wrapped my hands around the mug. "Drink up." She said.

She's trying to drug me. I know she is. But what could I do. I'll tell ya. Nothing, I couldn't do anything. I had to drink the damn drugged tea. It was so good. I closed my eyes and moaned a little.

I re-opened my eyes to see the smiling face of Esme. This woman never stops smiling. It's creepy.

"So dear. Do you want to tell me what you were doing in the dumpster?"

I rolled my eyes. Like it wasn't obvious. "I was looking for a drink when your boy came out there." I glared thinking about the stupid cheeseburger. If it wouldn't have been from that I wouldn't be in this mess.

"A drink?" She looked confused.

"Yes, a drink. The stupid cheeseburger had too much hot sauce on it." I growled.

Loud laughter made me almost spill my awesome warm drug tea.

"I saw that guy! He poured a half of a bottle of hot sauce on his burger!" The big meat head boomed.

Esme glared at him. "Emmett! Hush!"

"Sorry Ma." He said ducking his head and moving to a table he already cleaned. I think he has cleaned all of the tables at least twice.

Wait. Ma? She's his mother? No. Fucking. Way. She is delivering me to him. She doesn't look old enough to be his mother either. She can't be more than thirty five. He looks like he is in his twenty's. I mean how in the hell did he fit in her.

I sat back picturing the meat head as a baby. Ok so not really a baby more like a grown man in a diaper. I giggled.

"Bella. You were eating a burger out of the trash?" She looked at me strangely. It was a mixture of pity and confusion.

"Yeah. So?" I said. I don't need her pity. Stupid-tea-drugging-mother-of-a-meat-headed-baby-sweet-smiling-woman.

She smiled sadly at a loss for words. Meat head didn't seem to have the same problem. "So you're homeless then?"

"Emmett!" Esme said astonished.

I ignored Esme and looked at him. "Nope. I just like to dress like a bum and eat garbage."

He looked shocked all of three seconds then he burst with laughter. Which made me jump again and spill a little of my drug tea on the table.

"Oh sorry." I said grabbing a napkin and trying to clean it up. A huge hand appeared in front of me.

"Don't worry, I got it." He said.

I scooted my chair closer to Esme. He noticed and moved away after the spill was clean.

Esme seemed a little nervous now. "Would you like something to eat dear? I'll go fix you something." She ran into the kitchen before I could even protest.

I looked at the kitchen door surprised and sat back in my chair. Meat Head picked up his cleaning supplies and walked into the kitchen.

I sighed in relief. "Alone at last Marcus." I pulled Marcus out of my pocket and hugged him to my chest. "I wonder if the door is locked? We could make a run for it."

"Who are you talking to?" A smooth voice asked right by my ear. I screamed and fell out of my chair clutching Marcus to my chest. The man chuckled and held his hand out to me. He had very blond hair and nice rich-people clothes.

Esme and Meat Head came running out of the kitchen and stopped dead in their tracks. Esme sighed in relief and Meat Head grinned.

The rich man was still holding his hand out to me. I stood up ignoring his hand, and stuffed Marcus back into my pocket.

"Carlisle, I thought the door was locked?" Esme said to the rich man.

"It was dear, I used my key." He smiled lovingly at Esme.

"Hey pops." Meat head said clapping the man on his shoulder.

Pops? Ok. I know I'm a crazy homeless chick. But there is no way in hell that this young rich man is meat head's father. They don't even look alike. With Esme I can see a little. But this man. No way in hell.

Esme looked over at my confused face then back at rich man.

"Bella, I would like for you to meet my husband Carlisle. Carlisle this is Bella." She introduced us.

Carlisle? Strange names these rich people have now-a-days.

Carlisle stuck his hand out to me again. "Nice to meet you Miss Bella." He said in a gentlemanly way. Like it was an everyday thing for his wife to have homeless people in her cafe.

I reluctantly shook his hand.

"Why were you screaming Bella?" Meat head asked with a grin.

I glared at him not answering.

"I'm afraid that was my fault, Emmett. I guess she didn't hear me come in. I am sorry for startling you Miss Bella." Rich Man said. I smiled at him, thankful he didn't mention me talking to Marcus. "That's ok."

"Oh! The food." Esme exclaimed running into the kitchen. What is it with this woman? She acts like a straight up June Cleaver or something.

"How was work Pops?" Meat Head asked Rich Man. "Great. How about you?" They conversed for a while, leaving me to my thoughts. I sat back down in the chair for a while. Thinking about this strange family. So the dad is a rich man who looks younger than the son. The mother is a sickly sweet June Cleaver and the son is a huge meat head with a loud laugh. I sighed so very confused.

Esme stepped out of the kitchen then with two plates in her hands. "Bella? Would you help me take the food out?"

I looked at her. "Uh... Sure." I stood up and followed her to the kitchen. She had two more plates sitting on the counter with four glasses of coke.

She picked up the plates and I grabbed the glasses trying not to spill them. We walked back to the dining area and sat the stuff on the table. "Maybe you would like to go to the restroom and wash up?" Esme asked sweetly. I looked down at my dirty hands and grimaced. "Yeah, that's a good idea." I said looking at the sign that said 'Lady's'.

I walked into the Restroom and looked at myself in the mirror. "Ugh. Marcus, I look like shit." There was dirt all over my face and I think I had bird poo in my hair. I cleaned up as best as I could. I even cleaned Marcus. He feels much better.

I walked back to the table and all talk stopped as three pairs of eyes looked up at me. "What? Did I miss a spot?" I asked annoyed. "Oh no dear, Have a seat." Esme said gesturing to the empty chair between her and Rich Man. I moved my chair as close to her as I could and sat down.

Rich Man looked at me strangely but Esme just smiled. Meat Head began digging in as soon as I sat down. I followed his lead.

I swear to Bob. If I died and went to Heaven right now, it would be nowhere near as good as this food.

"What is this? It's fantastic!" I exclaimed. Everyone at the table smiled. "Thank you dear. It's shrimp scampi." Esme said.

I finished off my plate right after Meat Head. We sat back having a staring contest. Well he was staring, I was glaring. Things were getting awkward, and I started to get a little nervous. "I've seen you before!" I blurted out.

All movement stopped at the table as all eyes flew to me. I started to fidget. Rich Man cleared his throat and continued to eat. Esme soon followed. Meat Head gave me a confused expression. "You have? When?"

"At the park. You used to run, every morning. Why did you stop?" I babbled. Then my face turned pink. Shit, I said too much. "I'm sorry. Don't answer that. It's none of my business."

Meat Head smirked. "Missed me huh?" I rolled my eyes.

"Nah... I usually go to the gym, but it was closed for a week." He said eyeing me. "I don't remember seeing you."

I nodded not responding. He continued to stare at me. An awkward silence once again. Esme was the one to break the silence. She seemed a little nervous. "Bella. My waitress, Angela, just took maternity leave. I sure could use some help around here. What do you say?"

I looked at her blankly. "Let me get this straight. You're asking a homeless girl, you just met, to work for you?"

She smiled and nodded.

I raised a brow. "I could be a killer or something."

"Are you?" Rich Man asked. "No. But I could be." I said.

They just looked at me. I looked back. They kept looking. I sighed.

"Fine." I said. Esme smiled. "Wonderful! You'll come to our house tonight and so you could shower and get a good night's sleep..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa lady. I said I would work for you. Not move in with you. I'll come to your house for a shower because I know you don't want me funking up the place, but I'm not staying the night."

Esme opened her mouth to protest but Rich Man raised his hand. "Esme, dear, think about what you're asking of her."

"But Carlisle..." Esme said, and then Meat Head interrupted. "Uh Ma, Maybe you and Pops want to talk about this in the kitchen?"

Esme looked over at me then nodded. "Excuse us." She said as she and Rich Man stood up and walked to the kitchen.

I sat back and raised my brow at Emmett. "You're ok with her giving me a job?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I got no problem with it. It's her Cafe. Plus I'm used to it."

"Used to her taking in homeless people?" I asked surprised.

He laughed and was about to answer when Esme and Rich Man walked back out. "Ok, so here is what we will do. I open up at 8am. Carlisle goes to work before then. He will meet you here at 6:30 am and take you to our house. Then after you clean up, I will drive us back here to open up." She clapped and smiled at the end.

I thought about it and nodded my head. "Ok."


Sooooo? What do ya think? It's still a work in progress. I have about 6 chapters. I'm kinda stuck on where to go after that.

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