The Fall of the House of Bella

After her arresting officer had demonstrated the unlocked nature of Bella’s door, Bella had been **** to leave her door ajar as she was marched back to the cruiser. As she left, a stiff breeze blew it wide open, letting her glimpse her salvation once before being driven away. In 5 minutes, all the neighbors who had been watching from windows and porches walked over to Bella’s house with the same idea.

It took the 12 or so people assembled about an hour to clear out every single possession from Bella’s home, efficient as ants. First they had started with the small, easily movable items. The twins took Bella’s computer, as payback. Now they wouldn’t have to take the bus downtown to attend the idiotic **** classes Bella’s attacks had **** onto them. They also swiped Bella’s own stash.

“That hypocritical cunt! She accuses us of smoking and here she is sitting on a half pound of dank?!” (It was a collection of the best strains she could swipe from various dealers, users, and the evidence room.)

“Typical, fucking figures. It was probably her shit she planted on us!”

“Should we report it?”

“Nah, someone might ask about her missing stuff, how we came upon it. Besides, with ex-Officer NAZIbitch following us everywhere, fucking up our connections, and planting that shit on us it’s been fucking impossible to get any.”

“Yeah, you’re right, besides, looks like former Commander Kuntz is already in an even stickier situation. We can wrap it in the towels with the computer and sneak it out of here, go to Butch’s party and get our fucking rep’s back.”

The girls giggled all the way back to their bedrooms as they carried off Bella’s whole computer set up. They’d get even more laughs later that night when they found her other stash, her porn, sharing it, along with their ill-gotten reefers at what was the best party of the year.

Jenny drove back to her house in her Lexus, stuffed to the gills with Bella's cash on hand and all sorts of high priced merchandise she could use to help start up her life again.

The neighbor-boy replaced the lost stockings, as well as costume jewelry, gumball watch and flip flops, by carting off her very real and very expensive watches and jewelry, as well as every pair of shoes and stockings she had, not to mention a few pairs of her dirty panties. Stained in the gussets like someone had left a creamsicle to melt in her panty drawer, he ran home, excitedly, with his prizes.

An old immigrant women received the gift of a brand new washer and dryer. Others also took the opportunity to upgrade their major appliances.

Of course, not everyone was a saint, and some of the less reputable members of the community were quick to come back, ripping out plumbing and wiring, chandeliers, and even toilets to scrap for the smallest fraction of their worth for a little **** money, leaving gaping holes in the walls.

Back at the station, Bella was, of course, oblivious to all of this. How could she not be? She was currently being insulted by the whole unit and Tasmin for being such a stupid bimbo. “You didn’t even think to cover yourself in leaves? Or dig some newspaper out of the garbage?", they interrogated her. Even to Bella’s ears the story was sounding harder and harder to believe. How could she been so stupid to play footsie with that sophomore when she should have been running for cover?! Why didn’t she just try her fucking door?! Why did the officer have to be such a dick, and leave her door swinging, taunting her with her salvation instead of just letting her go the fuck in, lock her damn door and roll a seriously big blunt?! Bella tried not to think of the answers, they all revolved, humiliatingly, around her own stupid decisions and constant ineptitude. The exam was swifter this time, and Tabitha pointed out that as her “hair down there” hadn’t grown an iota she wouldn’t have to be shaved again.

“Oh, goodie.”, Bella had deadpanned. After the same procedure she was able to beg the officers to, once again, drive her home. Tasmin having gone to spend the equivalent of Bella's paycheck on dinner, she wasn't there to give the the same offer to Bella. Had she been, Bella well might have taken it. She had been exposed so long, she desperately wanted cover, from anywhere. “Please, my door's, open, I’ll walk right in!” Distrustful of her, when Bella was released nude, yet again, she was escorted inside by an officer. There she found that her house looked like it had been hit by an earthquake, then a hurricane. Every room was completely bare, and not one wall was without a hole bigger than Bella.

Bella tried to talk to the officer. To report a robbery, vandalism.

He didn’t believe her.

“Ma’am, we were just at your house not three hours ago. Are you trying to tell me that the Incredible Hulk has a grudge against you? Or that the whole neighborhood ransacked your house after a few minutes? Yeah, right, sure, never heard that one before. No, no, what we have here is a clear case of a woman who sold absolutely everything to keep up her habit, even losing her job and house in the process. Shame, a damn shame, and to try to pin it others. No ma’am, no report will be filed, except against you if you try to keep this up.”

“Please, what about for the insurance? I need a report, to get-“

“Are you trying to get me to help you commit insurance fraud?”

“No, no! You’re not listening!”

“How about you listen, ma’am. This house is clearly unsafe, I don’t know how you’ve lived her even a night! I’ll have a city inspector formally condemn it in the morning, but you still can’t stay here. And seeing as you didn’t even spare a single pair of panties from the pawn broker, I’m pretty sure that will gets you arrested for public indecency, again. Third time really is the charm, legally too. So, let’s go!”

Bella struggled, but she was easily controlled. Passing by the ruined walls of her McMansion, Bella desperately tried to grab onto a column, not wanting to be pulled out naked again, only to be rearrested. Thus, it was Bella who pulled out the final nail. With her last bit of strength, she held onto the post. The officer being much stronger, easily yanked her, and the post she was holding, away. With this last support gone the enormous house rattled and began to sway from side to side, this motion causing large pieces of dry wall to drop from the 20’ high, vaulted ceilings. Large cracks were now racing down her walls between her roof and foundation. The officer was able to push Bella’s naked body down the steps just as the roof tumbled in. A dust cloud rose, and fell over a pile of rubble as the door to the cruiser slammed shut, leaving Bella to stare as the remains of her dream house dwindled to nothing in the distance as she went back to the station, arrested, yet again, for indecent exposure. She didn't know how her humiliation could get any worse, or more public. She had already lost her job, clothes, clean record, and now even her house wasn't left standing.