A/N: I'm trying something different, please be nice... =D Yesssir!
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NOTE:
1. In this story Edward is human and is Edward Mason NOT Edward Cullen
2. Jacob is still Jacob Black and still a werewolf
3. Jacob's family: Emmett and Rosalie (still vampires); Sam and Emily (Sam still a werewolf); Jasper and Alice (still vampires)
4. Emmett and Jacob are best friends; since they were kids (will explain)
5. Not in Forks, don't know what town it is either so don't ask (LOL) but later move to Forks
Warning: AU (don't know if that's much of a warning but anyway); rape-ish (almost gets rape but doesn't); child-abuse and neglect (memories); OOC characters (maybe just one, I don't know); language (not so nice things being said)
Disclaimer: Nope
Only You're Love: Memories
He was walking down the empty street. It was so cold and he was so weak. The wind was blowing every which way. He was so small for a nineteen-year-old that the wind was blowing him backwards, but he pushed on, wrapping his ragged hoody around himself some more. He couldn't afford to buy a new one, most of his money went to rent and food, buying a new jacket was not an option.
Edward Mason never had a happy childhood. He'd been neglect by his mother, she spent most her time too drunk or too high to take care of him, his father had walked out on them before Edward was born, his father was married now, to some other woman, with some other family, living la vida loca with them.
Edward had also been sexually abused by every, EVERY, asshole his mother ever went out with. The first one had told him he was so beautiful and that he just had to have Edward, that it wasn't an option. The second called him a 'cock-sucking faggot' and told him he'd give him a real cock to suck on. There were five more after them, next one always worst then the last.
Every time this happened to him he'd cry himself to sleep, praying that one day someone would come get him, would take him away from all of this, so he'd finally live a normal life. Someone did come, a guy named James. At first James was loving and caring, convincing Edward to leave his stupid mother and her new boyfriend – who'd, already, had a little 'fun with Eddie-boy's pretty little tight ass' – and live with him. Edward had agreed without second thought. He hadn't even told his mother where he was going, he'd just packed what few belongings he had and left.
James was wonderful the first month. He'd comfort Edward when he had nightmares, he'd shush him to sleep, tell him he was safe, tell him he loved him and would never hurt him. Then the second month came. The first few days had gone well; then one Saturday night, James had come home drunk. He'd shouted nasty words at Edward – words that only his abusers had called him – and had slapped him. The next morning he'd apologise, Edward forgave him, they loved each other. But it happened every night. James would arrive at the apartment drunk, shouted mean words at Edward and beat the boy. Every morning he'd apologise, cry even, Edward would forgive him because they loved each other.
Then one day Edward went to town. He'd gone to 'spoil' himself with the money James had given him. He'd gone shopping with strict instructions to buy only what he wanted, and that didn't include food for the house – James took care of food and rent. Edward had bought clothes, quite a few, and he'd bought himself lunch. Everything was good, it was great. When there was no more money to spend he'd decided to go home, no use staying in town with no money.
As he'd approached the door, he'd heard strange noises coming from the apartment, noises only associated with sex. But no, who would James be having sex with? They loved each other; James wouldn't cheat on him with some other guy. Edward had walked into the house. No... James wouldn't cheat on him with another guy, but with another girl, some red-haired named Victoria.
James hadn't even stopped doing what he was doing with Victoria, he'd just continued, completely ignoring Edward, who was shaking, crying. When Edward hadn't moved James had sighed and gotten off Victoria. He'd told Edward to leave, told him he was a worthless piece of shit that no one would ever love; yeah... no one would love his used ass.
Edward had taken what was his, leaving the bags of clothes he'd bought behind and running out the apartment, weeping. They loved each other, this wasn't supposed to happen. But it did happen. James didn't love Edward; Edward was just 'a great fuck'.
The days after had been hard. He'd been forced to sleep in dingy alleys while trying to find a place to live and some work. He'd finally gotten a place at some dingy apartment block (it was better than the alley he had to sleep in while finding the place) job as a waiter at some high class restaurant.
The first time he'd taken a table order he'd completely messed it up. He'd been so scared that he was going to lose his job, he'd messed up the table order for the owners, and they probably weren't going to be impressed. He'd been called to their table. He was shaking with nerves. They'd brushed it off, said it happened to a lot of people; that he shouldn't worry about it but should pay more attention to his orders and the table numbers, they even gave him a tip for later; told him he should write the table number on the order and also make a little sketch of where each person was sitting.
Things weren't going so bad. He had an okay job, lived in an okay apartment and he could still wake up and go to work. But then he got really sick. At first he'd brushed it off as just flu, nothing serious; something that would pass. But it'd gotten worse, he felt crappy, he'd broken more plates in one day than anyone had in a week. He'd been sent home with a 'sleep it off and come back tomorrow'.
The next morning he couldn't even get up, but he forced himself to. He had to get to work. He hadn't even made it a quarter's way and he was already too tired to go on. The wind was strong, he wasn't. He was cold and he kept coughing. It hurt when he coughed; it felt like sandpaper was scraping his lungs. He was crying too, not only from the wind, but because he couldn't do this, his whole body ached. He decided to turn around, go back home because it was hopeless to try and go to work in his state, he couldn't even afford to go to the doctors; he didn't even have medical aid.
Edward began walking back home, as slow as he could because everything hurt. Then he heard shouting, no, catcalling; two guys. Someone picked him up, he tried to fight them but he was too weak, his punches were useless, his voice small and hoarse. The person dropped him on the ground in a deserted alley. The guy pulled him up by his hair and started kissing him, shoving his tongue into Edward's mouth. Edward tried to push the man away, but he couldn't, he was too weak.
The man's friend got behind Edward and started grinding into him, kissing his neck. They kept whispering degrading things in his ear, telling him how they were going to fuck him and make him scream like the little faggot whore he was. Edward could only cry and the man in front started unbuckling Edward's belt. He'd begged them, pleaded with them, but they didn't listen, they continued to undress him till he was completely naked between them. The man behind had been taking off his own pants while the one in front had been holding Edward up, kissing and licking and sucking his neck – marking him as he'd put it – when they heard a dangerous growl coming from the back of the alley.
Both men had stopped what they were doing and looked. Front man had called out 'who's there' while back man had pulled out a small torch and lit it. They both gasps when they saw the giant bear-like creature growling at them, teeth bared, ready to attack. Front man let go of Edward, who dropped to the floor like a rag doll, and they took off. Edward was too weak to run, too weak to even crawl, he knew he was going to die now, he was sure of it.
He blinked once then there was a guy – a large guy who's body looked like it belonged to a thirty year old body-builder, but a face that belong to a kid who was about fifteen – looking down at him. A beautiful boy, with russet skin, jet black hair and stunning kind brown eyes. He felt his whole body warm up and some unknown feeling surge though his entire body.
"It's okay," the guy said in the sweetest, kindest voice he'd ever heard. "I've got you." Edward felt strong arms pick him up and carry him bridal style out the alley. The guy smelt woodsy, pine like, it was a calming smell. "You're going to be okay now, I promise..." Edward placed his head on the boy's chest and slowly slipped away into sweet nothingness...
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