Hello everyone following and reading this story. I've decided to rewrite this story. Not too much will change, but my writing has improved slightly and I think there are some things that would do well to be changed. I felt bad for stopping the story because I loved it so much, but it wasn't going anywhere and I discovered I wasn't too fond of the way I'd written it after going through and re-reading, so hopefully I can fix the grammar and format a little more. It won't change the story, I promise!

Also, the story will end around Part One. I had written the second part just to keep the story going since it didn't have as many chapters as I wanted, which I now realize is just fine. If the story ends, the story ends. So, Claire's kidnapping will not be taking place, unless I do a sequel and get a story planned out.

Thank you for being loyal and sticking to this story. It means SO. MUCH.

To new readers, I hope you enjoy the story. This takes place about the October after Breaking Dawn. There a few non-canon things in here, obviously with Sam having a sister, so bear with me!

Hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Twilight.

Samantha POV

I tried to block the sound of my father's voice out of my head, yelling at me and telling me that I was a worthless little bitch. I know, he sounds a bit rude. Let's just say we haven't had the best relationship and he definitely won't be getting Father of the Year award.

We'd been driving for at least six hours when he pulled up to a little yellow house that looked as if it fell from a story book. The outside looked well taken care of, as did the yard. There was a lot of green grass surrounding the house, and two chairs on the porch. My father got out of the car and walked around to my side, yanking open the door so that it rattled, and yanking me out the car so that I rattled.

He shoved me onto the doorstep, and glared at me. "Tell your Brother that daddy said hi." and just walked away. The man actually dropped me off and just walked away, no explanation. Funny how he kept me around as a punching bag, then decided to toss me to...what did he say? Brother? I wasn't aware I even had a brother.

Well, I waited outside and curled up in one of the chairs until two boys, no men, walked up to the house. It was October, and the genius's only had shorts on. They were absolutely huge and muscled, with identical haircuts. Who were they?

"Where's Sam?" the bigger one asked.

"And who are you?" the other one questioned.

I stood up. "Who are you?"

"I asked first." the smaller one said, even though...well, he wasn't small.

I rolled my eyes. "Ladies first."

The smaller one grinned, and then motioned to the bigger one. "Paul, that means you!"

The bigger one—Paul I think—started to shake and got a really weird look on his face. It frightened me a bit, because it reminded me of my father, especially when he started shaking really hard. I stumbled back and fell on my butt at the thought of him. A fourteen year old girl shouldn't be that scared, but I was.

"Paul, stop it, you're scaring her." a deep voice said. It sounded like my father, and when I looked up at, I let out a shriek, curling into another ball. He looked so much like my father I thought it was him at first. He put out his hands in surrender as he slowly approached me. I let out a small whimper, feeling stupidly like a dog. The thing was, I couldn't help the fear that shook through me.

"What's your name, sweetie?" he asked deeply, but gently. I was shocked at the kindness in his eyes. They were firm, identical to my own, and filled with an almost understanding.

"Samantha," I answered.

"I'm Sam," he said, smiling. Our names were so close. "Can you tell me your last name?"

"Uley." The two other boys swore under their breath, and Sam rubbed his face. "Who are you? My dad told me to tell my brother 'Hi,' but I don't know who he is."

"I knew it," he whispered. "That's why she left. That's why he left."

"Who?" I asked attentively. "Who left?"

"Our mother."

Sam decided we had a lot of talking to do. He sent the other two guys away so he could take me inside, where our conversation began. He said his name was Sam Uley, the same as my dad. That, paired with my name being Samantha Uley, was too much of a coincidence to ignore. I told him how, five years ago, my father came to the orphanage I was at. He was angry when he found out mom died, so claimed me and then blamed me for her death. It turned out he found me around the same time he left Sam, the day my older brother turned eighteen.

Sam sat for a long time with his head in his hands and took deep breaths, probably wrapping his head around the fact that I was his sister. Apparently, our mother had left when she was pregnant with me so I could have a second chance at life, which made me miss her even more.

"I should be taking care of you," Sam whispered.

I frowned. "We didn't know each other existed. Why do you need to take care of me?"

"Because, I promised I would take care of my mom the second I was free from my dad. I would find her and make sure everything was okay. C-could I have saved her?"

"She died from cancer, Sam," I told him. "You couldn't have done anything."

"But I could've stopped dad from hurting you," he argued, still staring at the ground. "I prayed no one else had to go through what I did for so long. This is so messed up."

Then I hugged him. It was awkward at first, but then I felt him return the hug, and wrap his arms around me. His arms were scorching hot, but it felt nice in the cold weather, and I would just question him later. All I could focus on was that for once I felt safe, in the arms of this stranger I barely knew, but felt like I'd known all my life.

After that, he led me to the guest room, where I put my duffel bag beside the bed. He said he had a few things to do and someone to see, so he'd be back with dinner and someone for me to meet. I told him I'd probably take a nap because I was awake for so long, which made his eyes even more sad. Sam smoothed my hair once before leaving me to my thoughts. I didn't feel like trying to think too much, so I looked for something to do.

That turned out easier than I thought.

The house was nasty. I didn't want to be mean, but it was horrifying! There were pizza boxes, dirty clothes, little Debbie trash bags and dirty dishes. I looked under the sink and found exactly what I needed. A bucket, Pine Sol, a few rags, and a scrub brush. I had also found a broom, dish detergent, and laundry detergent. How could the outside look so pretty, and inside look so messy?

I sighed, starting with picking up every dirty clothing item I saw. I then separated it into whites, lights, and darks. I would wash the loads throughout the day. Then I picked up every single bit of trash on the floor, piling into trash bags- three trash bags. That was between the living room, the kitchen, the laundry room, and the guest room. It was horrible. When I finished with that, I picked up all the dirty dishes, and washed them. While they dried, I switched over the laundry, and then started to sweep all of the hardwood floors, which was basically the living room, dining area, kitchen, and hallway. I picked up the rug on the floor and washed that, along with the sheets and blankets on my bed, as well as Sam's. His room was actually pretty clean, save some clothes and a few dishes. How was the rest of the house so awful?

When I finished sweeping the wood, I turned to the bathroom, which was so bad I was thankful I didn't have to pee. I scrubbed every surface in that room until my hands felt like they would fall off. Then, I mopped the hardwood, because those weren't as bad now that everything had been removed. I replaced all the sheets and folded Sam's clothes and set them on his bed. When it was all done, the house literally shined. I hoped Sam didn't mind, seeing as I'd come into his house and taken over the cleaning after maybe an hour of being there. I got this feeling, however, that it was going to be my home and I'd have nothing to worry about.

I sat on my bed in a pair of clean clothes after a shower in the clean bathroom. I glanced at the clock on my wall, and noticed it was five o'clock. I would take a quick nap, then wake up before Sam and whoever he was bringing came. I closed my eyes and lay back, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

Ha. I wish.

Sam POV

"Mom, why are you leaving?" I whispered feverishly, as I helped her pack her clothes.

"Sam, I can't tell you, because if your father finds out, and he finds out you knew, then he will punish you worse than he ever has before." she softly touched my arm where the bruise was, causing me to flinch. I just nodded at her, understanding. I was more mature than most kids my age, and smarter. I was able to easily comprehend what was going on sometimes.

"Just know that I love you more than life." she said. "More than air and food and water. If I die before we meet again, just please know that."

"I'll come save you, I promise." I told her, wrapping my arms around her. "The second I can, I'll find you."

"Thank you baby." she said, kissing my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too Mamma." I said, and she gave me one more tearful kiss before sweeping out the front door.

Father would be home any minute.

When I saw the girl on my porch, arguing with Jared and Paul, I was shocked. She had the same exact curly hair as my mom, the same green eyes, the same nose, lips, ears, everything! Not a trace of my father in her. The only thing that connected us was our identical eyes, which made me believe she was the reason my mom left. She didn't want to out my new little sister in the same situation I was. Judging by the bruises in her arms and face, she hadn't succeeded.

This is what I thought about as I knocked on my fiancée's door.

"Sam!" Emily yelled as she flew her arms around me.

"Hey, baby." I said, securing her in my arms. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I kissed her. I then brushed my lips across each of her wretched scars, causing her to giggle as my lips connected with her skin. I set her down softly and still hugged her. When we pulled apart, she placed a hand on my cheek and we stared at each other for a moment. I knew she was aware that something was wrong, and was searching for the season. So, I walked into her apartment with her where I explained the situation with Samantha.

"And you just left her there by herself?" was Emily's only response. I laughed and grabbed her hand.

"She needed space and I needed to see you and as what to do," I countered. "She's my sister, but she's slightly afraid of me. I mean, I want to protect her because it's my fault, but I really don't know what to do."

Emily sighed. "Why don't we pick up dinner, then take it over to her and we can discuss everything. After all, we'll be living together and she'll need to know you and I both."

That's exactly what we did. As we neared the house with takeout Chinese food, I was hit with the smell of Clorox and pine sol. I wondered why, but then knew the second we walked in the door.

My house was clean. Emily actually started laughing joyfully, and she walked into the kitchen, where the table was so that she could set up dinner. Wondering where Samantha was, I walked into her room, to find her tossing and turning. I slowly walked over to her as she twitched again, nervous about what was happening. Hesitantly, I touched her shoulder and her eyes flew open as she started screaming when she saw me.

I suddenly resented more than ever how much I looked like my father.

When she saw it was me, she stopped screaming, but the tears came. Even though she was drenched in sweat, I took her trembling form in my arms and she sobbed into my shoulder. I sat there, stroking her hair and telling her it was okay. She whimpered and sobbed and tried to talk, but failed and went back to crying. I felt horrible for her. After a while, she stopped and reduced to silent tears, and only softly shaking. I waited for her to speak first.

"In my dream, I was in this bed." She started softly, whispering into my shoulder. I noticed out of the corner of my eye Emily coming into the room and leaning on the door frame. "I woke up in the morning, cheerful and happy, when I heard a crash in the kitchen. I got up and went to see what it was, and you were on the floor, covered in bruises and blood, and your breathing was fast and shallow. It scared me and when I tried to run, Dad blocked the doorway. He told me that he came back to collect me, because he was alone, but you wouldn't give me back, so he….." she stopped talking and took a deep breath. "…killed you. I had to go back with him and he beat me so much that I died too. It was vivid and brutal, and I couldn't wake up. Then, when I thought I was woken up, it was by you, and you started to beat me too. Then, when you touched me, I woke up for real." She said the last words in a barely audible whisper. If I wasn't a werewolf, I don't think I would've been able to hear her.

I felt myself shaking as I retracted my arms. The thought of him hurting her again was painful. My shaking got violent with the warning of my phasing, so I stood up. As I passed Emily, I glanced at her quickly, and she nodded, touching my cheek briefly before going to the bed to comfort Samantha. I ran outside and phased from the anger, running as fast as I could away from the house. In that second, I knew I could never let Samantha leave.

She needed me, and I was going to be there for her.