AU. Bree Tanner has been alone and abused by her father and nobody seems to notice or care except for a young wolf and a Volturi Leader.


Friendship. Sex. Love. Soulmate.

Who knew those four little words can cause about a million problems? Bree Tanner never knew or excepted that anyone of those words would apply to her in anyway. Or that June 1st would be the best day of her life because for Bree everyday was a crappy day.

"Bree," Her father slurs as he peaks inside her small room. "get up for school."

16-year-old Bree peaks from under the covers and looks at her alarm clock.

"Dammit you stupid drunk," Bree scolds. "it's only 6:15 a.m."

Yes, it was 6:15 a.m. but since it's June, meaning it's summertime, meaning that the sun comes up earlier than usual. Bree hated that because it means Mr. Tanner will be drinking until he coughs up a lung and uses his daughter for physical stress therapy. When he gets angry for any reason, he just loves to take it out on Bree, which is a lot. Nobody seems notice or care about the bruise that is always on her skin.

One hour later, Bree wakes up and gets up from her bed to go to the bathroom. She takes off her pajama top and examines herself in the bathroom mirror. She had a few bruises on her chest from last night.

"Just put on a shirt and you'll be good." Bree said in the mirror. "At least I'm still a virgin."

Yeah for now. Bree though.

Her father his been giving her these looks like he wants her or like she's a rare piece of candy that's he is dying to taste. He always talk about her pretty she is like her mother. Her mother left when Bree was four.

"Great abandonment, abuse, and rape." Bree mutters.

Bree turns on the shower on and let the hot water burn her skin. The door creaks real loud, making Bree snap her head up on alert. There was a loud grunt then came a few coughs after.

"The hell are you doing?"

"Taking a shower," Bree grits. "Asshole."

He stomps his way to the bathtub and shoves the curtains away, making Bree jum in surprise. She kept her eyes on the tub drain.

"What did you call me?" He demanded.

She didn't say anything. The odor of beer was very loud coming off his body. She saw his hand reaching out to cup her breast. She tenses up.

"She you wanna be a woman so much," He told her. "I gonna treat you like one."

"Sorry," Bree whispers

"That's a good girl," He said in her ear. "Hurry up before I get really upset."

He walks away from her and slams the door shut. Bree jumps and closes her eyes. He laughs softly. Her father turns off the shower. Bree hugs herself. His hand was on her bare back rubbing it up and down. Another hand found itself on her private area, rubbing in a circular motion. The tears were burning in her eyes.

Make it stop. She prays. MAKE IT STOP!

Mr. Tanner stops what he was doing. He grabs both of her wrist and shakes her. "Look at me."

Bree slowly opens her eyes. He had a evil look in his eyes filled with lust and desire.

"You're my special girl." He kissed her lips before leaving the bathroom. Bree only stood there. What he just did just couldn't have a reaction from Bree. She should be crying, screaming, yelling, etc. But her body just shut itself down.


Bree and her father lives in La Push, Washington. They moved about few months after Bree turned 16 from Las Vegas. She really didn't complain about, mainly because he would beat her to death for bringing it up. La Push was the opposite of hot and dry Las Vegas. It was cold and rainy almost everyday. But today it was sunny and 88 degrees.

Bree wanted to wear a black shirt and some washout jeans.

"Yeah you look the bomb." Bree said to herself in the mirror.

Bree hated school on the reservation because of this group of Makah boys always teased her about being different from everyone and calling her 'pale face'. But at least school will be over in a few days.

She sat in her usual place in the classroom, way in the back away from human eye and just humanity period. It was Advanced Algebra and their teacher, Mr. Bronson was running late to class. Everyone was just being social while Bree was being anti-social.

"It was a mutant bear!" Diego said.

"No way! You're full of it!"

"I heard it form Chief Swan Himself."

"Alright everyone," Mr. Bronson said, walking in with tons of paper in one hand. "I'm here now. Sorry about being late. Car problems."

The whole class groans in annoyance.

"I wish for a day off." Diego whispers.

"And I was hoping for the world to end Diego." Mr. Bronson said as he writes on the chalk board. "Take out your books and turn to page 100."

There was a knock on the door. Bree looks up from her book to see who it was. It was a young boy. His skin was a russet color, eyes the same color brown as hers, his hair was somewhat shaggy that only went up to his ears. His smile seems to make Bree feel somewhat safe.

"Yes Mr. Clearwater?"

"They transfer me into this period." He replies.

"There's a empty seat next to Ms. Tanner," Mr. Bronson points to Bree. "it would be nice to have someone next to Bree."

You know I hate human-to-human contact!

The boy sits down next to Bree, smiling at her. Bree notices that the boy had a earthy smell of fresh cut grass.

"Hiya."

"Hi." Bree whispers, hiding her face in her long hair.

"My name is Seth,"

Bree writes in her journal. Seth leans closer to her. "I know your name is Bree."

She didn't want to be mean to Seth but Bree doesn't like it when boys talk to her period. It makes her feel scared.


Class was over about forty-five minutes later. As soon as the bell rings, Bree was the first one out of the room.

"Hey Bree!" Someone called.

Bree didn't look back. She continues to walk faster until she was at her locker in a hurry to get it open. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Bree turns around to see Seth standing there.

"You forgot your notebook," Seth said, handing her the spiral yellow notebook. "you ran out and dropped it on the floor."

"Oh thank you." Bree whispers.

"So how old are you?"

"16."

"Me too."

"I'm sorry I have to go now." Bree said, trying to move away from Seth but he grabs her by the arm. Bree yelps in pain because of a smaller bruise that was on her upper arm.

"I didn't mean to her you." Seth said looking at her arm. Bree saw the shocked expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I should ask you that." He points to the bruise.

She laughs it off. "It's nothing, really."

"Bree, you know you can tell someone." Seth said, his expression worried and concerned.

"Please," Bree begs. "just do like everyone else and pretend I don't exist."

Bree storms off. Seth just looks on at her.

Nobody seems to love you, Bree. A voice said. Bree stops and looks around, it wasn't much people around.

You're always alone and unwanted.