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AUTHOR GREY

EPISODE 1

BELLA

I painted on a smile as the next customer came to

order. But inside, I was sighing in exhaustion. I

really needed a better job. I had to pay my rent

soon and I had already asked for an extension. My

landlord was really stingy about these types of

things, so I had to hurry up and get the money in,

or I would be kicked out of the flat, with no where

else to go.

I would be getting my pay check today, and finally

would be able to pay my landlord the rent. He had

been bugging me about it for days now and swore

that he would kick me out if I didn't get it to him

today.

I closed my eyes, trying to get a little bit of

mental rest, once I had given the customer his

coffee and thought about how much easier life

would be if my past wasn't as twisted as it was.

My parents had abandoned me as a three year old,

they decided that they couldn't look after me, so

they dropped me off at the park by our house and

left, letting me play for hours with other kids.

When it started to rain, and everyone started to

leave, a couple of families noticed I had no

parents looking after me, and so they took me to

police. Since then, I had been in and out of foster

care, with families and in care homes. Nobody

seemed to want me.

When I was 18, I moved out of the home once

and for all and got my own apartment. I was no

longer under the care of social services.

School was never really the best place for me. I

got through with average grades, but whilst some

students were bunking off, and whilst some were

working hard in Math and Science, my heart lay

with the Arts.

Although I got mainly Bs and a few As in most

subjects, I always had a strong love and passion

for all Art forms. I loved to paint and draw, but

more so, I loved to sing.

However, I never managed to pursue my passions.

After school I went to a decent university, to try

and study, but with bills, life style and fees, I

couldn't afford to continue and dropped out a

couple of years into it.

At twenty one I still hadn't found a job I loved, and

was working in a cafe/diner thing near where I

lived. A job at a cafe didn't pay much money, so

whenever I could I would go out onto the streets

and busk, taking my guitar with me.

I had to sell quite a lot of things to get to where I

was, but I could never let go of my guitar. Its

worn strings and its scratched wood, was

comforting to me. I knew every groove in the

wood, and every chip on the base. I loved that

guitar with all my heart and could never even think

of letting it go.

I wanted to be able to sing freely, or paint and

make a living out of it. I wanted to do what I

loved, but I hadn't had that break. I had auditioned

for commercials and other singing competitions. I

had performed in bars and restaurants, but I hadn't

been found. Not yet. Though I was determined to

do what I loved. I had to.

I started to wipe down the counters as the cafe

came to closing time. I was starting to clean the

coffee machine, when the bell on the door tinkered

and someone came in making my mind swarm

with irritation. Did they not see the closed sign.

I sighed and looked up bored. 'Sorry sir, the cafe

is closed,' I said tiredly.

The man was quite handsome, but he had a sour

glare on his face, which was beginning to piss me

off. He was dressed in a formal suit, so he had

probably come straight from work.

'What do you mean, you're closed, it's two pm,' he

said looking at his watch, and still glaring at me.

His tone was angry and he looked really irritated.

I sighed frustrated, I knew it didn't make sense,

but the owner was lazy, and on Sundays, they

would close the shop at two, even though she

could probably make more money if she kept it

open longer. 'Yes, I know, but on Sundays, we

close at two,' I said.

He rolled his eyes, 'That makes no sense. I

wanted my lunch, so I came here.'

'I'm sorry sir, but I really can't help you, the

kitchen is closed,' I said,using all my might to be

as polite as possible.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer from

the counter, his face only inches from mine. 'Do

you know who I am?' he growled, glaring at me

angrily.

I stepped back and narrowed my eyes. 'No I don't,

and I don't care either, now can you please-'

'What is going on in here?' We turned

simultaneously to see my boss, coming out from

the back. 'Bella, we are closed!'

'I know, I'm just trying to explain that to this...

gentleman,' I said through gritted teeth. He was

anything but a gentleman.

My boss turned to him, and her eyes widened.

'M-Mr H-Hawkes!' she stuttered, rushing up to him

as he smirked at me.

I raised an eyebrow, who was this man? Hawkes?

The name sounded familiar?

'What- I mean- Why- I mean, how can I help?' she

stuttered pathetically. I looked at her in complete

confusion. She never served anyone after closing

time, she'd just kick them out.

'But-' I started.

'Bella!' she cut me off and glared at me, before

turning to Hawkes and smiling nervously again.

'I'm so sorry. Was she bothering you?' she asked.

He smirked at me, as I looked at her

incredulously. Why was she sucking up to him so

much. Yeah, he was good looking, but I was pretty

sure she was married.

Then again, I wouldn't put it past her to be

interested in other men. She was that type of a

person. 'Actually,' he started, giving me a look that

made my stomach drop, 'Your employee here

denied me a meal. She, instead of offering

services declined to help me, and then suggested

that I join her in the bathrooms to "have a good

time".'

My jaw dropped. He did not just say that. That

was sneaky and underhanded, and it was entirely

untrue.

He smirked at me, whilst my boss glared daggers

through me, looking down at me like I was dirt, 'I

didn't!' I defended, 'I-'

'Shut up!' she snarled, her head held high in fury, 'I

saw how close you were standing to him at the

counter. Bella, you're fired!'

'But!'

'No. No pay-check. Get out, right now.'

I scoffed, and glared at the Hawkes guy, before

taking off my apron and pulling the hairnet off my

head, shaking out my hair. I turned and picked up

my bags from under the counter and narrowed my

eyes at him as I went to leave the shop, whilst my

boss started to usher in the man.

'Now, Mr Hawkes, let me get you a table.' she

smiled widely, as she pulled out a chair for him,

dusting off the invisible dirt.

I covered my scoff and walked to the door, only

stopping still as I heard her continue, 'What is

such a wonderful business man like yourself doing

here?'

I froze to a halt as I suddenly realised who this

man was and what all the fuss was about.

Hawkes. William Hawkes. The business man that

our city was crazy about.

I turned away from them, scoffing as I shook my

head and left the cafe, the bell above the door

ringing as I slammed it shut behind me.

AUTHOR GREY

EPISODE 2

BELLA

I pulled my guitar out of its case and stood in the

town square watching as people crowded around

in interest. I breathed in deeply as I stroked the

guitar's surface, feeling it's warmth and relaxing

touch against me.

Since, that business man had taken my job, I had

to start to busk, all day, to get as much money as

possible. My rent was due in today, and if I didn't

get enough money. I would end up on the streets.

The soft sound of me playing chords quietly filled

the busy town square and I tuned the guitar,

humming the introduction of the song under my

breath.

I had written the song a while ago, and this one,

was close to me. I always wanted to find my birth

parents, but they never wanted me, so over time,

the sadness grew to hatred, and although I

fantasized about having parents again, I didn't

think I would ever be able to look them in the eye.

Not after what they had done.

As I finished warming up I started to play the

guitar louder this time, attracting the attention of

some other people, who decided to stop and

listen, some took out their phones to film.

Choosing to ignore those people, I continued to

play, shutting my eyes, before I started to sing.

As the rain falls down endlessly,

and I'm drenched from head to toe

One thought lingers in my mind,

where did you go...

I've seen fields green and lush,

I've seen skies, bright and blue.

But nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,

can take the thought of you.

As I continued to sing, I could hear the clatter of

coins being dropped into the guitar case.

More and more people crowded around, and

nodded along to the music as I came to the

chorus, singing stronger and louder.

Why did you leave me in the rain.

When could I see you again...

Could I feel your love

Ask for your touch

Be with you again?...

A lot of people thought the song was about a

lover, but in reality, it was about my parents. They

really had left me in the rain, alone, and I never

knew if I would see them again.

Emotion crept into my voice at the thought of my

parents. No matter how many walls I put up I

would never be able to bar off the sadness my

parents had left me with.

I've tried, yeah I've tried.

I can't get you out of my mind.

I've cried, yeah I've cried,

You're the ones, that I can't find...

Why did you leave me in the rain.

When will I see you again

Will I feel your love

Ask for you touch

be with you again?...

I finished the song, strumming on the guitar lightly

and humming the ending, before I opened my eyes

to the sound of clapping.

A small child ran up to me grinning widely as she

dropped a coin into my guitar case.

Chuckling softly, I smiled and thanked her, before

getting ready for the next song.

I stepped forward to get some sheet music as I

decided to sing a cover, but a few shouts and

murmurs of excitement spread through the crowd

making me stop and look up.

My eyes narrowed as a tall man hurriedly stepped

through the crowd, and pushed past me. I let out

a noise of surprise as he knocked the guitar, out

of my hands, and the strings caught onto his coat,

ripping horrifically as he kept on walking.

A gasp escaped my lips, and the shock replicated

in some of the crowd, as I looked up at the

disgruntled man through angry tears.

But as our eyes met, I couldn't believe who I was

seeing again. William Hawkes. What a surprise.

He glared at me as if I were the culprit, 'Hey girl

with a bad attitude, your strings are caught on my

coat,' he hissed, pulling them off violently.

'What?!' I yelled, as people started to walk away

awkwardly, some of them snapping pictures as

they recognised the successful business man. 'You

destroyed my guitar!' I yelled.

He rolled his eyes, and started to walk away, but I

grabbed onto his wrist.

'Are you serious?!' I yelled. I couldn't even busk

now. How was I going to pay my rent? First my

job, now my passion. I couldn't afford to fix these

strings with the money I had.

'Get offof me,' he growled lowly. 'Do you know

who you're messing with.'

'Pfft, yeah, an entitled brat,' I sneered, making his

eyes widen, and his glare harden. 'You don't scare

me just because you have money,' I hissed.

'You are nothing,' he spat, glaring at me hard

enough to generate lasers, 'Nothing at all. Now get

off of me, before I call the police on you,' he

wrenched his hand out of my grip as I glared after

him. Quickly packing up my stuff, I followed after

him, trying to balance the guitar case on my

shoulder.

'Hey you!' I called out, jogging up next to him.

'What?' he rolled his eyes sighing in irritation, 'I

haven't got time for you.'

'Well you are going to have to make time,' I

grimaced, 'Because of you, I have no job, I can't

busk, and so I have no money, which means I

can't even pay rent, and there is a chance I am

going to get kicked out of my flat.'

He huffed during my speech, and shook his head

as I finished, 'Well boo hoo,' he mocked guilt, 'Tell

me, how is this my problem?'

'It's your fault,' I glared up at him, as he rolled his

eyes yet again. 'And I didn't even get an apology

from you, let alone what you really owe me!' I

exclaimed.

He stopped abruptly, making me stumble to a halt

with him. 'You're so right,' he feigned apology and

remorse, causing me to narrow my eyebrows, 'Let

me send some chocolates and flowers to your

house, and write you a sorry card with one of

those cute pink frowning bears on it!' he yelled,

before walking away again, head held high in

disregard.

I stood in shock staring after him as he walked to

a limo surrounded with security and press.

How could someone be so rude. How was this

man so popular?

It seemed that fame and money had got to his

head, he had managed to form his own caste

system and I was at the bottom.

There was barely any chance of him paying back

the damage he had caused and someone like me

could never change his mind.

I rolled my eyes, and walked back to my

apartment knowing that didn't have enough money

to pay my rent. I just hoped, that I could persuade

my landlord to give me some more time, or else, I

was in big trouble.

EPISODE 3

BELLA

'So, do you have the money?' the landlord

demanded as I let him in. I winced at his

forwardness and moved towards the table that I

had placed my envelope of money on.

'I have some of it,' I cautioned as I picked it up,

holding it tightly in worry of what he would say.

He sighed in annoyance and extended his hand,

beckoning for me to give him the

Chewing on my lip, my eyebrows furrowed in

concern, 'Please. I'm sorry. This is all I have...' I

begged in advance.

He huffed, clearly frustrated at my pleas before he

snatched the envelope from my hands and filed

through the money with his thumb. A sigh of

denial escaped his lips as he shook his head and

scowled at me, 'No,' he scolded sternly, 'It's not

enough. You have to leave, now.'

My jaw dropped at his harsh delivery, 'What?!' I

cried in shock, 'No, please. One more night. I can

give you the rest tomorrow!' I pleaded, my eyes

wide in desperation.

'No Bella,' he hissed, 'You've been staying past rent

so many times. You aren't reliable. You need to

leave.'

I let out a noise of surprise, 'But-'

'No buts,' he said, pocketing the money that I had

given him as I stood gaping.

'My money...' I trailed off, he couldn't just take it,

could he?

He shook his head, 'You owe me for all the times

that you stayed past rent,' he looked through the

money again, 'This should just about cut it.'

I scoffed in protest, 'You can't just-'

'I can Bella,' he cut me off abruptly again, making

my eyes narrow into a glare, 'Now get your things,

and get out.'

Shaking my head in utter disbelief, I turned on my

heel and walked to my room, quickly gathering my

things. I swung my guitar over my shoulder and

pulled my suitcase out of the room glaring at him

as I left, 'You are a cruel, greedy, dishonest man,' I

spat furiously.

He turned to look at me and raised his eyebrows,

but I huffed and left promptly, hearing him scoff in

offense and surprise as the door slammed behind

me.

The cold night wind greeted me as soon as I left

the building. He had kicked me out late at night

and I was left penniless to find somewhere to go.

Turning my pockets inside out, I tried to find some

spare change, or money from busking, and after

checking my guitar case I gathered enough to pay

for a cheap B&B to stay at for one night.

The area that I lived in wasn't of the best safety

and had suffered many cases of petty theft, break-

in and street attacks. That was why the

apartments were as cheap as they were and why

the low quality B&Bs were also extremely cheap.

However, low prices or not, I knew that it wasn't

safe for me to be out on the streets this late, and

so my gut was wrenching in fear.

Although I knew that the nearest, and cheapest

place to stay, wasn't too far from where I was, the

road ahead seemed to go on forever and I couldn't

help but have the sordid feeling that somebody

was watching my movements.

Nevertheless, I continued to walk as few cars

drove past occasionally, but the small number of

people around hardly helped my growing fear. I

nervously adjusted the strap of my guitar case on

my shoulder, but as it slipped off irritably, I

thought about my ruined guitar. Although I didn't

have any money, my mind was nagging at me to

try and get it fixed.

Sighing in thought of how I would fix the guitar, I

lifted the strap up again, only for it to be blocked

by a deathly grip on my shoulder. Immediately, I

jumped and spun around to see a hunched figure

dressed in dark clothes. Fear rushed through me

and I stumbled backwards as I felt my heart

beating in my throat.

He grinned nastily, his yellowing crooked teeth

gleaming in the streetlights as he grabbed onto

my wrist. 'Give me your things,' he smirked, his

voice raspy and breath exuding the stench of

weed.

'No,' I gasped, gulping loudly in fright. My

breathing became harder and uneven as I tried to

wrench my hand out of his grip, but to no avail.

His eyes darkened and his smirk evaporated into

an enraged scowl, his grip tightened and hisother

hand slipped into his pocket before he revealed a

blade, reflecting the dim light of the lamppost.

I felt my eyes widen as I gawped at the knife and

instinctively froze still in fear. Taking advantage of

my surprise, he suddenly pulled my arm roughly,

making me spin and fall back into him, my bags

dropped to the ground. I opened my mouth to

scream, but he muffled it immediately, holding one

hand over my mouth, and encircling the other hand

with the knife around my waist.

I wriggled in his grip, and tried to free myself my

hands tried to escaped his hold. His lips came to

my ears and I scrunched up my nose in disgust

as I felt his moist breath hit my face, 'Sweetheart,

you don't want to annoy me...' he sneered

patronisingly.

I kept on struggling, tears streaming down my

face, as I tried to yell against his hand. I hated my

landlord for kicking me out, I hated myself for

being so weak. But I hated Hawkes the most, for

ruining my life.

His grip on me tightened, and he went stiff with

anger as I refused to listen to him. In a fluid

motion he brought the knife up and slashed it

across my stomach mercilessly. I screamed in

pain, as the knife cut through my clothes and my

skin. 'This is my warning...' he chuckled, insanity

dripping from his voice.

In a moment of defense and protest, I bit down on

his hand and used all my strength to kick my foot

back and hit his shin. As my heel collided with his

leg, he jumped back and released me, yelling

profanities, in a second of mistake and tension. A

second was all I needed, I scooped up my guitar

and ran, leaving the suitcase behind. My pace was

hardly speedy, but I continued to run, my stomach

in agonising pain as I searched desperately for

someone to help.

I screamed for help as I heard his footsteps

gaining up on me and forced myself to keep

moving, even though I had to start to slow down.

Blood was staining my clothes and my run was

morphing into a messy stagger, when a movement

from the road beside me caught my eye.

I jumped as I saw the vague outline of a car

driving, and I used my strength to wave and yell

for help as it came nearer. Eyes blurry in tears,

and body wet in blood and sweat, I finally

collapsed to the floor, breathing hard and

irregularly as I gave up, aware of the man running

up closer to me.

Until I heard the slamming of car doors followed

by furious shouts.

The soft pattering of someone running away faded

to silence before I could hear a different person

walking closer to me from another direction. I put

my hand to my stomach weakly and brought it up

to my eyes to see blood coating my fingers.

My hand dropped back to the ground feebly and

the new person got closer, making me look up,

wincing as black dots started to appear in my

vision. But as the figure got closer and clearer, my

eyes widened in surprise as I saw the last person

I had ever expected it to be.

'You?' I choked out, before the heaviness of my

eyelids won, and I dropped into darkness.