Bella's Homecoming

After all that bitch had put her through, it took all of fifteen minutes before Bella had decided and was back in her neighborhood. As she was kicked out of the cruiser she was warned, "I’m doing a drive by to check on you in 10 minutes before I head straight back to the station. If your nudity isn’t completely covered by clothing or your house, your ass is going with me, and you know the law Bella, each repeat offense kicks the crime and penalty up. What is it, second time an automatic felony? No plea bargaining down? Good luck.”, and with that drove away.

On a quarter acre lot stood Bella’s titanic eyesore of a house. ‘Terra Bella’, as Bella called it, or as her neighbors preferred to refer to it, ‘The House that Bribes, Rubes’ built. Ironically, Bella had secured her mammoth mortgage with a “good neighbor” home loan for police, letting her pay a mere $100 dollars down to move into her customized castle. While she took out loans to the tune of several million dollars, the sheer scale of her monstrosity and the amount Bella embezzled for furnishings and other luxury toys, **** a number of corners to be cut, leaving the eyesore of a house much like Bella herself: an ugly pretender, nothing but puerile pretention, barely held together by stucco and chicken-wire. With more than 100% of Bella’s legitimate salary going to paying off the mortgage, it also stood as testament to her determination to commit herself to career of corruption. Woe be to those who failed to pay their fines directly to her, or dared cross her in any way, people like Jenny.

One street over lived the former investment banker, Jennifer Starkey. She had fallen victim to Bella’s brief reign of terror. After cutting Bella off in her civilian car she was constantly harassed by Officer Bella, who routinely made her hours late to her dream job with multiple traffic stops each morning, often resulting in humiliating strip searches in front of the gawking neighbors of her gated-community or her place of employment. Combined with the numerous court dates she was **** to attend or concede thousands of dollars, she had finally been dismissed from her high paying job. Unable to find new employment, thanks to Bella’s interference, she couldn’t keep up the payments on her dream house, she and been **** to move into a hovel, a far cry from her old home and even worse than Bella's own home. Bankrupted, with money still tight, she didn't even have plates or silverware yet, and been using her hands to eat out of boxes and off counters. Bella hadn't stopped there, though, and when she found out Jenny was in such close proximity she made sure to do routine visits, always ticketing her for the dilapidated condition of the shit-box Bella had reduced her to, continually draining what little remained of her assets. The shiny new Lexus Jenny had so excitedly driven home from the dealership that fateful day she crossed Bella’s path and started all this was now just a memory to Jenny, impounded by the police to pay her debts, repossessed and gone along with all of Jenny’s other luxury items, Bella herself had swiped it at a rigged police auction for a grand total of 14 bucks, which she made sure to mention to Jenny every time she drove past her, sitting at the bus-stop to catch the first of three buses to her first break in months, a new job at a fast-food joint. Jenny couldn’t even yell back, she was too afraid Bella would screw her again. This **** meekness transferred to other aspects of her life, the teenagers at Burger World constantly walking all over and giving her the worst jobs. Jenny's tale was particularly harrowing, but she was far from unusual, even in the neighborhood.

Bella’s next door neighbors’ daughters, the Spinelli twins, had been sports all-stars on their way out of the lower-middle class with a full ride scholarships offered by several universities. After being unable to get the prosecutor to press charges for trespassing when the girls took a dip in Bella’s pool, the only one in the neighborhood, to cool off from the hot summer sun, Bella had been targeting them. Not only had she destroyed their social lives by breaking up any event they attended with their friends for some baseless violation, she had stripped searched them in front of their high-school peers so regularly that attendance had shot up. Even though both girls indulged in recreational cannabis, they certainly weren’t stupid enough to carry to school, especially when it was obvious they were under investigation. Bella, frustrated after her repeated failures, simply surreptitiously planted some of her stash on them, a joint for each. Bella had marked this as a major victory that would further cement the respect, or at least fear of her neighbors. Quite the opposite, getting the girls kicked off the local teams, giving them a bogus record, and ruining their chances to go to college at all, let alone on scholarship, had only earned her even more ire from the community.

Every neighbor had a similar story, such was the petty destruction the babyish Bella was wont to reek on her neighbors and town. I must tell you this, dear reader, or it will be hard to understand why no one happened to help the pitiful ex-policewoman who had nowhere to turn when she was tossed out, naked, in her own neighborhood. To the contrary, the hardworking community of blue-collar laborers and recent immigrants the relished the opportunity to get even with the tiny tyrant that had been terrorizing them.

Bella quickly turned to her house, a newly built McMansion. Not even wasting time with the door she went running to her windows, trying to find one open. She was much too short to hop over her own wall into the security of backyard, so she ran at full speed around her house and block, cutting into the alley behind her house. Spotting a neighbor boy handing clothes on a line, she ran to his chain link fence. Bella had humiliated and chastised him only yesterday for supposedly trying to look over her fence to see her sunbathing, simply a fantasy she wished had been true. Now he seeing much more than she could have ever dreamed.

“Please, please throw me some clothes?”

“Huh?”

“Bra, panties, a fucking bed sheet, anything, please hurry!”

“Oh, haven’t got much time?”

“NO! The police will be here in a few minutes, please hurry.”

“Sure, sure, what size are you?”

“Huh?”

“What size are you?”

It doesn’t matter, anything will do, those jeans!

“I don’t think they’ll fit you, they’ll be way too long, and too tight in the waist.”

“Please, seconds matter!”, butterflies fluttered in Bella's tummy while she hopped from foot to foot, kicking up dust clouds in the dirty. She had to hurry.

“Okay, okay, just wait here, I’ll go find you something, really quick, promise.”, he shouted as he ran inside.