A/N: This idea just came to me from out of nowhere. It's my second Fan Fic and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. All the credit goes to Stephenie Meyer.

I'd been wandering for days. Not knowing where I was or where I was heading. I just knew I had to go forward and leave the life I once knew. I had been living off of fast food and sleeping anywhere where there was level ground. I looked like hell that was for sure. It had been ten days until I came across a narrow dirt road. The day was cold and rainy; I was hoping to find something like shelter at the end of the lane, so I decided to follow it. At the end of the lane was a tiny house that had once been gray. There was only one narrow window beside the weathered blue door, but the window box under it was filled with bright orange and yellow marigolds, giving the whole place a cheerful look even if it was raining. I contemplated whether I should go up to the house or just keep walking. I looked up at the sky as raindrops hit my face.

God sure does have a sense of humor.

I looked back at the house again; the rain was coming down harder. Suddenly, there was a roar of thunder and a flash of lightning that sent me running straight for the blue door. I had never liked thunder or lightning, they freaked me out. I found myself standing in front of the door panting.

Just do it Ellie!

I lifted my shaky hand and knocked on the door twice. I could hear light footsteps coming. At first I was hoping no one would answer, but I felt relieved when someone opened the door for me. A young women with satiny copper skin and long, straight, crow-black hair was stood in front of me. If someone looked only at the left side of her face, they would think this girl is incredibly beautiful, but sometimes you have to look at all of a person. The right side of her face was scarred from hairline to chin by three thick, red lines, livid color though they were long healed. One line pulled down the corner of her dark, almond-shaped right eye; another twisted the right side of her mouth into a permanent grimace. I tried not to look horrified, but I was sure that my eyes were bulging out of my head.

What could have done that to her?

She, however, looked very concerned about me; the girl soaked in head to toe in rainwater, holding only a backpack. "Oh honey, come in, come in." She had the most melodic voice I had ever heard in my life. She held the door open for me to come inside. I hesitated for a moment, but eventually stepped inside the house; my eyes never strayed from her face. The front room was mostly kitchen. The kitchen look friendly enough, bright with white cupboards and pale wooden floor boards. On a little round table, a cracked blue-and-white china pitcher was overflowing with wildflowers. I clutched my backpack much tighter. The place seemed a little too friendly.

Hopefully, this chick isn't some kind of serial killer who leads young fifteen-year-old runaway girls into her house to kill them.

I turned around to look at her. She didn't look like a serial killer. She had a white apron on and I could smell the fragrance of chocolate chip cookies in the air. She placed her hands on her hips and looked at me. Her eyes fell onto my backpack and I slowly moved it behind me. "Who are you?" I asked narrowing my eyes at her. She looked somewhat amused at my question. "Aren't I suppose to be the one asking you that?" She said in that melodic voice again. "I…I…yes. Um…I'm Ellie." I said looking at the wooden floor. The inevitable question was coming. "Why are you here Ellie?" And there it was. I had heard that question so many times and whenever I gave my answer, I would be sent back to where I came from.

Could this time be different?

"I ran away from my foster home near Port Angeles. Please don't make me go back there. It's a horrible place. Please." I pleaded. A look of sympathy washed over her face. She didn't say anything and I could tell she was deep in thought.

"You can stay here for the night. I'll talk it over with my Fiancée and see what can be done." She said.

"You're not going to send me back are you?" I asked worriedly.

"No."

"Thank you um—"

"Emily." She said with a warm smile on the left side of her face.

"Thank you Emily." I said returning the smile. I was genuinely happy that she wouldn't send me back to…that place. But what would her Fiancée say? Would he let me stay here? If not, where would I go? Back on the streets probably. The sound of my stomach growling snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at Emily and she chuckled. "Hold on, the cookies are almost ready." She said heading toward the oven behind the counter. I took a seat at the little round table and set my backpack down. It felt good to sit on something that wasn't dirty or dirt. I heard the door open behind me. Three guys entered the house; they didn't even bother to knock. All of them were wet and only wore shorts, no t-shirt. The first guy I noticed was very tall. He had a tattoo on his right arm, had copper skin, cropped black hair, brown eyes, and round muscles. He looked older than the other two. "Sam, this is Ellie." Emily said from behind me. She placed the plate of cookies on the table. There could have been at least forty of them. Sam, the one who I had just noticed, looked at me. Then he looked at Emily gesturing her to go to the other room. She picked up the gesture and headed down the hallway where Sam followed her. I could hear muffled words, but they got quieter the further they went down the hallway. I was left in the kitchen with the two other boys. "I'm Jared." One of the boys said breaking the silence. He had red-brown skin and cropped black hair. "Ellie." I got up from my chair and extended out a hand to him. He shook it. I looked over at the other boy. He was staring at me oddly with his dark twinkling eyes. He had raven black hair, russet skin, and muscles that would make any other boy his age jealous. His eyes looked distant and confused. "Um…who's the weird one?" I pointed toward him. Jared turned his head to look at him and then looked back at me. "That's Jacob. Um…I'm not really sure what's wrong with him right now. Jaaaacccooooobbbb." Jared waved a hand in front of Jacob's face, but his eyes were set on me. "Jacob!" Jared punched him square in the jaw and he finally snapped out of his trance.

"Hey! What was that for?" He said rubbing his jaw.

"You were in a trance, dude. You didn't even say hi to Ellie." Jared said

"Ellie?"

"Yeah, me. The girl you were staring at." I said waving a hand. He grinned sheepishly and ran a hand through his cropped black hair. He looked like he was about to respond, then Sam and Emily walked back into the room. It felt like my heart shot up into my throat.

Please…let me stay

I looked at Sam nervously. He had no emotion on his face, but Emily's expression was the one that gave it away. She was smiling and that could only mean one thing.

"You can stay."

A/N I hope you liked it. I'll post the second chapter as soon as I can. Please review. Thanks! Bye!