Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction so THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. I'm very sorry if I do something wrong or if particular things don't work. I'm new and incredibly bad with computers even though I spend my whole life on them. So if I do go wrong tell me and I shall try and fix whatever is bothering you. I will try and update at least once a week. (It would also be really nice if you could comment and give me advice on how to improve or just a comment so I know that people are reading. Thanks x)

This chapter is before the story properly begins but it is important that you get a taster of Molly's situation. Because this is just sort of a sum of the past 9 months it is very brief but I promise future chapters will be in more detail. So enjoy. :3

This story is also published on Quotev on my account The Unitato. All rights for the Twilight characters and settings go to Stephanie Meyer that goes for all future chapters I post on this story too.

Also a massive thank you to my marvelous Beta, TriforceandSheikahArts for helping me on this story :)

Name: Molly

Age: 17

My mum left nine months ago. It wasn't a dramatic exit she just went to the corner shop for a magazine, and never came back. I should have known something was up when she came upstairs to say goodbye. Normally she would just yell where she was going, but no, this time she knocked on my door and said a proper goodbye. She even gave a big speech on how 'beautiful', 'smart' and 'amazing' I was and how much potential I had. Of course I thought she was doing that to cheer me up; how could I have been so blind. After the speech she said, "I love you," gave me a quick peck on the cheek and left. I thought I had heard her whisper "I'll miss you," but she left before I could ask so I just ignored it.

I merely continued reading the book I was studying in English. I got so into the imaginary world I didn't even realize how late it was. By the time I looked up a whole hour had passed since she had left. I called out her name to see if I just hadn't heard her come back, no reply. I walked downstairs to look for her, but I was greeted by nothing. Not a sound or movement.

I remember I was trying to calm myself by coming up with excuses of why she had been gone so long. Maybe she had run into a friend; perhaps she went to buy a coffee. But in the back of my mind, when I really think about it, it was like she was saying goodbye. I stopped dead in my tracks. At first I couldn't believe it, but then everything clicked together. Over the past year or so I had noticed that her carefree smile was slowly disappearing and that the glint in her eye wasn't as bright as it used to be. The puzzle to her disappearance was complete except for one piece: why had my Mom's spark gone out? To this day I still don't know.

The real trouble started when my step dad got home from work. He came into the kitchen and sat down opposite me without even glancing up my way. He only noticed I was crying when I snuffled my nose which caused him to sigh and roll his eyes. My silent sobs seemed to be getting on his nerves because he yelled for my mother. "Heidi, she's crying… again." There was no reply so he sighed loudly and turned to me.

"She's… g… gone," I said in between sobs.

"Where!" he demanded. He's always cautious when Mom goes out without him or his permission, I've never known why.

"I ... I don't… k-know." He really wasn't getting what I was saying, but I didn't dare say it straight to the point, I still don't want to admit it.

My step dad just lulled his head back muttering, "Stupid child…"

I'd had enough for one day so I just stood up and screamed, "Do you really want to know where she is? Because I do too! But my guess is that she's run away, and left me with you, the perverted old man of a young girl's nightmare. She's probably found another guy and got the heck out of here, leaving you forever!" He looked stunned at my sudden outburst, but I could see the anger building in his body, so before he could do anything about it I ran up to my room and slammed the door as a signal to leave me alone. I collapsed onto my bed and soaked the pillow with salty tears. I had so many emotions running through me: sadness and anger. Sadness because my mother and I were like best friends, she was the only person left who loved me, and anger for the fact that she had left me with him.

I must not have been listening to my surroundings because suddenly I felt a stinging pain in the back of my head. I took a sharp breath through my teeth and turned around to see my step dad, smoke practically emanating from his ears with his fists clenched, and glaring eyes. That was the first of many nights of abuse.

After that night, I was pulled out of school for a few weeks to let the wounds heal—I was black and blue all over. However, the abuse didn't stop. He just avoided my face so no one would go asking questions about my condition. I was forced to cover as much of my body as possible by wearing jeans and long sleeved tops even in the summer. Honestly I would cover up my body anyway, I hate the look people give me when they see I have a black eye or something, as sometimes my step dad forgets to avoid my face. It's like I'm a wounded puppy or a weakling and I don't want that. I don't want other people's pity.

My friends have gradually all left me with poor excuses like "you've changed," or "I prefer the old Molly." So now I'm just the loner that everyone barely notices. But I guess that's okay because when people do notice me it always ends up with my books tossed onto the floor or mean comments that I can't help but take personally. To be honest, it's nice to be alone; no one sticks their nose in your business, so I'm glad… well at least that's what I tell myself.