~~~ "You're My Wonderwall" ~~~

"A lost boy with innocent green piercing eyes was looking at me with a hint of anxiety and lust then I realized it was my step brother I was dreaming about. I find that so weird."

Summary: Life is unexpected. We'll never know what happens and that's why I fell in love with someone I shouldn't even be with. But it's too late to stop now, I love him and I'm gonna do everything I can to be with him. Forever.

BPOV

Today I found out my parents adopted a boy from an orphanage. He was abused and he was alone. Of course, my parents felt pity and sorry for the young lost, lonely boy and wanted to take care of him so that is why they adopted him. I guess I'll have to deal with it. There's nothing I can do anyway. His name is Edward.

They came home with the boy and he looked miserable, almost as if he didn't want to live in our house. I understood him because obviously no one wants to live in a stranger's house. My mom asked me to tour him around our house. Dad was at work at that moment and mom had to do some errands so we were left alone. Mom just trusted him to be alone with me and I don't know what was wrong with her. I was worried he might do anything to me but mom explained to me that he wouldn't. And I trust her.

He hasn't spoken yet. I didn't hear his voice. He didn't even ask questions. He simply remained silent and followed me around like a lost little puppy and he kept a distance too. After that tour around the house, the last stop was his room. I remember telling him that it was his room and his eyes got all wide and obviously he was shocked. I told him he should come to my room if he needed anything before I left.

So here I am now all alone in my room doing my homework because tomorrow is a school day and I already know it's gonna suck because school. I hate school. It's just physically and emotionally very exhausting. It's killing me slowly and painfully. Plus, we have this quiz about math that I need in my future life. Not. Who needs math? Seriously though, do people actually need this shit? No.

It's been a strange day and I am tired. I closed my lamp and drifted off to a dreamless sleep. Although at the middle of the night, I felt someone poking me on my shoulder. Damn, its fingers are too cold. I opened my eyes only to see green eyes looking deeply into mine. I almost screamed but I didn't cause I might wake up my parents. "What are you doing here?" I asked and then remembered he wasn't speaking to me or anyone because of the past.

I realized there were tears in his eyes and without thinking, I hugged him as he sobbed into my neck. I feel sorry for this boy too. He's lost. No doubt. God, I couldn't imagine what he must have been through. Mom said he was beaten by his step dad and his mom didn't do anything to help her own son and stop the motherfucker. He has a lot of bruises. It's obvious. And I think I saw scars of being burnt by a cigarette on his arms. Poor kid.

Eventually, I lay down and brought him with me. He later on laid his head on my stomach, while his arms are around my waist. I kept playing with his hair and finally he stopped crying, finally falling asleep.

Next morning, I woke up and his head is between my breasts and he was on top of me! I tried to push him away but my hands didn't have the strength. "Edward!" Still asleep. "Edward, wake up!" I yelled in his ear and his reaction was to jump out of my arms and fall on the floor. He hit his head. Hard. He groaned.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" I asked as I went to him, "I'll go get an ice pack." I rushed downstairs and thank fuck, mom wasn't around making breakfast. She's gonna ask what happened and to be honest, I don't know how to explain.

When I returned, Edward was still on the floor. I hand him the ice pack but he doesn't take it so I did what I had to do. I place the ice pack on his head and he cringes before relaxing. After a while, he stood up going to my desk and started writing something on a piece of paper. He gave it to me.

I'm sorry I woke you up last night. And thank you for your kindness. I smiled at him and he half-smiled back, before leaving the room. I watched him leave. He must be so fucked up and so scared of everything. Yet, he still let me comfort him. I really wish I could do more than that and try to fix him. But I knew I couldn't do that. I push the though away and went to the bathroom to get ready for school.

After eating breakfast, I saw Edward siting on the porch of our house. I simply said 'Bye' before going towards my car and heading to Forks High School. God, I hate my school and everyone in it. It's just so boring and there's nothing new. Same old shit hole. Once I was in my first class, all I could think about was Edward. I couldn't wait to see him again and I literally skipped last period and went home as fast as I could.

Mom and Dad wasn't home of course, I went to the kitchen and ate the leftovers of pizza last night. Edward wasn't around. Maybe he was in his room. I wanted to go see him and ask if he was okay but maybe he wanted to be alone so I simply went to my room and did everything that had to be done. I was playing one of Nirvana's song when all of a sudden, Edward comes to my room, eyes wide open and looking all pale and scared. I removed my earphones and walked towards him. "What is it? What happened?" I cup his cheeks and he closes his eyes at my touch. No answer.

Oh, right. He won't speak.

"What happened?" I asked again, letting him sit on the bed and handing him my notebook and a pen. He started writing again. I just stood in front of him the whole time. Finally, he stopped writing and I sit next to him, before reading.

I had a nightmare again. About him. Hurting me. And my mom. I'm scared.

I didn't know what to say so I just wrap my arms him again, "He can't hurt you now. Or ever. I promise." I hope he believes me when I say it. I want him to believe that he's safe. And no one's gonna harm him from now on. I pull away and he wipes his watery eyes with the sleeves of his sweater. He looks at me and then to the bed and to me again. "Do you want to sleep here again?" I ask and he nodded, before writing again.

Is that okay?

"Of course it is," I turn off the lights and we both slept peacefully with my arms around him. Again.

A/N: I'm bored as fuck and this story has been on my mind for a while now. So, should I continue or not?