Hello, readers. Since I have yet to find a fanfic about Beckondwarf and Selena, I decided to write one. If you guys like it, I will continue the story. If not, well I will not. This is rated T more highly because of Selenas…situation and language.

Anyhoo, Enjoy!

Charles Beckondwarf opened the door to his red truck and gazed at the apartment looming above him. It was a red brick building about ten stories high. The main office was off to the side, a smaller version of the large building. This was his new home.

Beckondwarf got out of his car, the door closing with a soft thud. He walked towards the office building, his strides long because of his long legs. He opened the glass door, a bell going off. He had to duck slightly so as to not hit his head.

The lady at the desk was a small soul, with grey hair in a tight bun and glasses that were almost as big as her face. She looked up from a computer when he entered.

"May I help you?" She asked, hesitant about why this young fellow was here. It was Manhattan after all.

"Mornin', ma'am. The retailor said that my key to my apartment would be waiting for me here." The lady looked at his ripped jeans and red shirt that seemed to have car oil stains. He had a dark complexion and dark brown eyes. Beckondwarf could tell that she didn't believe him, probably thinking he was going to jump her.

"Name?" She asked at last.

"Charles Beckondwarf." She rustled through some papers and a look of surprise found its way on her face. She grabbed a key from a drawer and looked up at him.

"How old are you, boy?"

"Just turned eighteen, ma'am." Beckondwarf replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Are you in collage?"

"No ma'am. I am going to be finishing my senior year of high school."

"Oh my, couldn't leave the nest soon enough, I see."

The tall young man looked down. "Yeah, something like that."

"Oh well. Here is your key. Here are some numbers just in case something needs fixing." The lady handed him the key and a bunch of papers.

"Uh, thanks ma'am." Charles took the items from the lady and walked out. He threw away the papers in the nearest garbage can.

"Why pay someone to fix it when you can do everything yourself." He said to himself. Beckondwarf grabbed a box from his truck.

As he started climbing the stairs, he thought about his situation. He wasn't surprised when the lady questioned him a little. He did just turn eighteen and he was buying an apartment. If he had a choice, he wouldn't be buying one.

Beckondwarf's mom died in child birth, leaving him with his dad. His dad tried his best to raise him but realized that he needed a mothers touch. He got remarried when Charles was three. She was a nice Mexican woman. She loved Beckondwarf like he was her own and he couldn't have asked for a better mom.

Soon after they were married, his step mom had a baby, Leo. Leo was the best brother anyone could ask for. Charles never got tired of watching over little Leo. Leo always found ways to make him laugh. Charles promised himself that he would always look out for Leo.

When Charles was fourteen and Leo was nine, his parents went out on a date that was most likely well needed. Charles remembered looking after him, finally putting him to bed when the doorbell rang. Two officers were standing outside of their house, with the news of his parent's death. That's how Beckondwarf and Leo got separated. The foster care system split them apart after a couple months and Charles hasn't seen him until just two weeks ago in court.

Charles just turned eighteen about a month ago. The moment he did he went on a frantic search for his brother. After about two weeks of searching, he found him. He was so relieved that he never got adopted. Charles quickly got a job at a car shop and contacted the foster care to inform that he was Leo's legal guardian. He saved up for an apartment and finally gained custody of Leo. He was supposed to be coming tomorrow morning and Charles hoped to have everything unpacked and Leo's new room nice and ready.

Beckondwarf was walking towards this apartment door when he heard a voice from an open door.

"Shit. Dad is going to kill me."

And Beckondwarf made a decision that changed his life forever. He nocked on the open door.

Selena POV

Silena woke up, groggily turning her head to the left to see the clock on her night stand. 10:15 was flashing red. She groaned, wondering why her dad didn't wake her up.

She sat up, stretching her arms above her head, looking out the window to the fire escape. You could see the cars zooming down the street and the gas station across the street. People were walking up and down the sidewalk, minding their own business.

Silena moved her feet off the bed, feeling her soft carpet. She stood up while putting her long , black hair in a messy bun. She went to her closet, pulling out some sweats, putting them on over her tiny sleeping shorts. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed at what she saw.

Most people would see her perfect black hair and long lashes attacked to sparkling, blue eyes. She had high cheek bones, full pink lips, and had curves in all the right places and the perfect height. A true natural beauty. But Silena didn't see what most people saw.

She stepped closer to her full length mirror and checked her neck. The hickys were finally gone. She opened her mouth and saw her retainer. She only kept it on in her sleep to make sure her teeth staid straight after four years of braces. Her dad insisted she be perfect for their…hosts.

Silena shuddered and turned to walk out of her room.

Her dad hasn't had any…guests in a while. Maybe a week? She was relived. That means that they weren't tight on money and that everything was going to get better. At least, she would like to think that. Selena was seventeen and would turn eighteen pretty soon. Then she would be able to get away…never have to be a part of her dads greed for more money.

Silena walked to the kitchen that was open to the living room. It seemed a little musty in the room, so she opened the door that was connected to outside. There were white counter tops, tile flooring, and brown cabinets. A small fridge was next to the stove and the dishwasher next to the sink. In the corner was a small table with three chairs.

She was about to open the fridge when she saw a note from her dad.

Silena,

I had to work today and won't be home till seven. Please clean the apartment. You have another appointment at 8:30 tonight. Make sure you are clean and that everything is in order. Thanks much.

Love,

Dad.

Silena's stomach squeezed. She knew that it was too good to be true. She had to face a man she didn't know so she could….please him. Not without a heavy price, she was sure.

Yeah, she was pretty much a prostitute. Ever since her mom died sophomore year, her dad has been money crazed. And once he realized how much attention his daughter got from guys, young and old, he knew how he could make some extra cash. She tried going to the police, but before she could reach the door, she was on the ground, her dad holding a knife to her neck. She never tried to do anything like that again. He never laid a hand on her, but after having that feeling of a cold blade on her skin, she didn't think that he would beat her if she stood out of line.

Silena crumbled the paper, throwing it in the garbage under the sink. As she was standing up straight, she hit her head on the counter.

"Owww." She grumbled, rubbing the back of her head. She reached into her mouth, trying to fix her retainer from the bump with the counter, when her fingers slipped, causing it to fly out of her mouth. She watched in slow motion as it hit the counter top, falling toward the sink. She reached a hand out to grab it before it fell into the drain-

CLINK.

Silena sighed loudly, putting her hand down the sink, trying to reach it but had little success. She slapped her hand on the counter.

"Shit. Dad is going to kill me."

She heard a knock on the door, making her head snap towards the door.

"Are you OK, ma'am?" Selena stared at the stranger standing at her open door. He was tall with chocolate color skin and beautiful brown eyes. He was tall, his head inches away from the top of her doorframe. He seemed muscular his oil stained red shirt showing off his arms that were straining because of the box he was carrying. He had blue ripped jeans and small grin that made Silena's heart flutter.

"Uh, yeah." She stuttered. "Just dropped my retainer in the sink." She pointed at the sink.

"Well, I don't see how you need a retainer. You seem to have pearly white, straight teeth."

Silena smiled a little. "That's what four years of braces would give you." He nodded and put down his box.

"Well now, we want to keep them that way, do we? Do you need help getting it out?"

Silena looked at him hesitantly. She didn't know the guy but she was good when it came to people and their personalities. That's why she was so good at match making. He seemed kind and with how big and callused his hands were, she knew he was good at fixing things. And the look in his eyes was inviting, shining with genuine kindness.

Silena nodded. "Please, that would be awesome." He smiled at her and opened his box, taking out a black tool belt.

She stepped aside as he walked to her sink, getting under it and unscrewing some things. After about five minutes, a triumph laugh came from the stranger, rumbling through the small kitchen.

"Got it. Here is your sparkly retainer." He handed it to her and put the sink pipes back together.

When he got up, Silena rinsed off the retainer before putting it back into her mouth. She turned and smiled at the boy.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome Miss…."

"Silena Burge." Selena filled in.

"You're welcome Miss Selena. I am Charles Beckondwarf." He held out his hand. She put her small hand in his big one and he shook it lightly.

"Nice to meet you. Are you new here?" She asked.

"Just moving in next door." He answered, picking up his box.

"Nice to know I have a handy man living next door. My dad can't fix anything if his life depended on it." Charles chuckled.

"Not everyone is blessed with that gift, I am afraid. It was nice to meet you Silena. If you get you retainer stuck again, I am just next door." She smiled at him as he stood at the door, getting ready to close it.

"OK, will do. Nice to meet you Charlie." Charlie raised a brow at Silena, before laughing shaking his head, closing the door.

Selena sighed and leaned on the counter. Charlie was nice. Silena knew she liked her new neighbor.