Cerry: Welcome, please note that this is a very mature story. Also, Bella will not be present as she is on vacation. Please read and review. I do take constructive suggestions.

Disclaimer: I do not own any thing that has to do with Twilight. I am just borrowing the characters for my purposes. I will be using some songs I do not own and some I do.

I sighed as I looked out the window at the clear night and silently let the tears fall. I brought my hand up to my face to wipe away a tear and cringed as I touched the bruise my mother just gave me on my cheek. The reason she slapped me this time was because I apparently embarrassed her in front of her dinner guests by coming downstairs. As soon as they all left, I was punished. At least he hadn't come after me…yet. I hated my life here in Forks, Washington USA with my parents, my mother who hated me and my step-father who raped me. I glanced down at the small journal that I had managed to grab from my home in Ireland before my mother dragged me to Forks. My name was etched in gold lettering on the cover and could still be seen in the dark room- Onora Cedhyl Wales. It was a gift from my dad a few months before he died from a heart attack over three years ago. I shook my head as I tried to drive the memories away. It was too painful to remember, and I was not allowed to show my emotions. If I was caught crying it would mean a night with HIM.

I looked out the window and gasped as I saw a shooting star. My papa called them Leprechauns and said that they flew through the skies giving luck to everyone. I smiled for the first time that night and stood up. My papa told me that when you saw one you had to make a wish and hope that they heard it. So I closed my eyes and spun around three times before whispering my wish into my hands and throwing it up into the sky. "I wish someone would love me and take me far away from here." I gasped again when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I hid the journal in a drawer and sat in a corner of my room as I prayed that whoever it was would skip over my room. As the door knob shook, I knew my prayers were answered with a big "NO!" I tried my best to blend into the corner as much as I could, but is eyes found me. He turned on the light and smiled at me. I bit back a small whimper as closed the distance between us. He was a very strong man with broad shoulders and thick arms; there was no way I was ever going to be able to fight him off,

He held out his hand and I had no choice; I took it and he pulled me up. He grabbed my chin and turned my head so he could look at the bruise.

"That looks like it hurts," he said, "Let me kiss it." He then began a trail of butterfly kisses down my cheek before planting his mouth on mine. My instincts took over for a second and I tried to push him away. He just pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He smiled as his hands glided under my shirt and to my breasts. Then, I heard my mother calling him. He had a phone call. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as my door closed. Apparently my prayers had been answered. At least for tonight.