The music blasted all around me. It was so loud, but it was distracting me from what I was really doing. I couldn't believe I was actually doing exotic dancing for drunk men for money. Okay, fuck it I'm a stripper. I take off my clothes for a living. After Edward left me I came so depressed and Charlie couldn't see me like that anymore. He tried everything. Nothing worked, and I mean nothing. We were fighting in the car about how I need to get over him once again. That's all we ever fought about. He finally said fuck it I'm not taking care of you anymore. If you won't get over him then you have to get out. Typical kicking me out. He couldn't think of anything to do. He wouldn't just let me sulk and waste my life away. Without Edward I didn't have a life.
I had no money so I searched the streets. I found this place. Whatever this place was. It says on the sign a Gentleman's Club. It's just a code name for strippers here come get em' while they're willing to take your money. I can't really complain when I make 500-2,000 a night. I live in a decent condo. Well decent compared to the other women who work here. I have 5 bedrooms with a bathroom for each of them, a full kitchen with a live in chef, living room with a plasma screen, an in home theater in the basement with almost every movie you could think of, and a full hot tub with a bar and kitchen outside. Ha you may think that would be what every single 21 year-old girl would want, but I would give it all away for him.
"Bella, your shifts over." The bartender named Tony told me. He is the closest person I have to a friend anymore. I'm not the best girl here, but then again I'm not the worst. Most of the girls either hate me because a lot of the guys stare and pay me, or they feel bad for me because they can see how much I've been hurt. I don't even give a fuck anymore. They can think whatever their little minds want them to think. I don't need them. Well back to Tony I wouldn't categorize him as the worst looking guy around, but he is only a friend to me, and thank god he thinks the same about me. I know what you're probably thinking, "he's her fuck buddy right. they have sex and then call each other friends. nothing really serious right." Wrong! We have never had sex. I'm still a virgin amazing to believe. Don't get me wrong it not like I haven't tried to get him into bed once or twice or even three times when I've been drunk. I tend to stay after my shift with Tony. He listens to me even if I'm blabbing on about something that makes no sense he still listens and that is all I really need right now. I didn't have Jacob anymore to talk to either. Jacob kicked me out of his house because I wouldn't admit that I had a problem with depression. Ooops I should explain that.
Well after Charlie kicked me out of the house I had no where to go, and I thought of Jacob Black. He welcomly let me stay with him, but when all I did was get drunk and mope around he couldn't handle it. He said that I wasn't Bella anymore. So I politely screamed back at him stating that this is the new fucking Bella, and if he can't deal with it then why doesn't he just get rid of me. I'm stupid and didn't think that he would actually do it. Turns out he did so that is how I ended up here.
"Hey Tony hand me a apple martini with a twist."
"Sure thing." And I had my drink a soon as I said it. Tony was the best bartender you could probably ever have. He knew every drink imaginable, and even made some up of his own and they are amazing. Trust me I've tried all of them. Plus he can make them in a matter of seconds. He only ever worked when I did. You may be thinking that he likes me right now, but I have a news flash for you. Tony's Gay. That is why he isn't affected by working here.
"Hey Bella that guy is staring at you." Tony told me.
"Uhhhh Tony when aren't guys staring at me. Hahah I mean here anyway."
"Hahaha I know what you mean, but you are the only one he's been looking at the whole time he's been here. Trust me I've been looking at him the whole time. If he was gay I would've went over there and tried to pick him up, but he's been looking at you like he knows you. Like you made him mad, or didn't satisfy him. Hahah just kidding Bells, but anyways look over there." And he pointed in the corner where I saw someone's back with blonde hair and then he moved like he knew I wanted to see who was over there and staring back at me was the beautiful pair of amber eyes that I knew so well. He was angry with me and started to walk over to me, but I quickly told Tony I was going to the dressing room and to not let him in. No matter what!
I ran back and looked at myself in the mirrors. I was wearing I black maid's like costume. It had a almost see through bra top, a black g-string with a see through skirt over it, fish net thigh tights, and a little white headband. I had super red heels with studs around the rimming on. I quickly changed into my other clothes. Some simple black jeans that fit really tight around my butt, and a green tshirt with some simple navy blue flats with a little bow on the front. I gave myself a look over and I looked presentable. I grabbed my purse and went over my plan in my head. I would go out the back door and get in my car as fast as I could. Come on now I didn't have anytime to figure a master plan. It's the best I could come up with. So I went for it. I opened the door and as soon as I did I saw him there waiting for me.
"You really think that you could get away from me," He said. I could hear the anger in his voice.
"Kinda," I said back coolly.
"Bella, what the hell are you doing here? You don't need to work here. What happened to you?"
Can you really believe him? He is fucking asking me how I could be working here. I've been working here for almost 6 months. He should've asked me that when I first started, but he couldn't of because he left me. He didn't care about me anymore. No one does. Well except Tony of course.
"Who the hell are you asking me what I'm doing here? You fucking left me! I should be asking you what you are doing here!" I was so mad at him. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. Why do I have to tear up when I'm mad.
He looked shocked and then said quietly, "I'm here to come take you home."
That's when I exploded inside. "I HAVE MY OWN HOME! IT'S HERE. CHARLIE KICKED ME OUT OF THE HOUSE BECAUSE OF YOU! JACOB KICKED ME OUT OF HIS HOUSE TOO BECAUSE OF YOU! I MADE MY OWN FUCKING LIFE WITHOUT YOU IN IT AT ALL! DON'T COME HERE AND TELL ME I NEED TO COME WITH YOU WHEN YOU WERE THE ONE WHO LEFT ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!" My breathing was very unsteady. I was screaming at him and I didn't care. I have wanted to scream at him for some time now. Finally. Finally I did it.
I could see a small crowd start to form outside. It must look weird to them. Seeing a girl screaming at a gorgeous guy in an alley way outside of a stripper joint, but I didn't care.
I started to walk away and I knew that he would follow me, but I didn't care. I got in my car and went to drive home. I saw headlights behind me the whole way home.
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