This is a Bree and Alec romance fic. This is an edited version of the one I originally posted a long time ago. Anyways please enjoy and review! January 22, 2018

The cold air stung as I walked along the dark streets. I didn't really know where I was going, but I tried not to think about that. I could barely feel my feet anymore and I would be lucky if I didn't end up with frostbite. And as if to remind me more about how cold it was I could see my breath in the air every time I so much as breathed. I really shouldn't have lost those gloves.

Or ran away from home. My internal thoughts kept reminding me that it was my own fault that I ended up here. It was a quiet voice that occasionally spoke and reminded me of the things I didn't like to acknowledge. I liked to think that everyone had this voice and it was just something we chose to ignore and never talked about.

As much as I hated the dark it was relieving to not have the constant stares from other people. I wasn't stupid I knew I stood out quite a lot. My hair was a mess, my clothes were old and baggy, and I probably didn't smell good either. Knowing all these things still didn't rid myself of the sting I felt whenever someone pulled their child away from me or crinkled their nose. It wasn't my choice to be born into the life I was born into. I was just dealt a bad hand and there was only so much you could do.

Just ignore them, Bree, there just jealous of us.

I winced internally. That wasn't me, but I knew exactly who it was it wasn't something I made up it was the same words I had heard time and a time again when I was younger. I could almost imagine her smile that she would wear whenever she said that and how it never truly reached her eyes. We both knew the truth.

Stop Bree!

It hurt too much to think of her. I couldn't even look at my own reflection. Every time I saw myself I saw her. Bile rose in my throat and I forced myself to swallow it. I still had trouble accepting the fact she was gone and was certainly never coming back. My stomach gurgled again painfully louder than before. It had been weeks since my last proper meal and days since I've had any real food. I had missed the lineup for the soup kitchen again so I was out on the streets for another cold Seattle night.

I forced myself to consider myself lucky I didn't need to worry about anyone trying to find me I doubt he had even alerted anyone that I had gone missing. He probably was celebrating and knee deep in a pile of beer cans. While I was wondering the streets trying to find food and warmth. Life really was a bitch and as a daughter of a class A bitch this must be the universe's way of getting revenge on my mother.

It's this way it has to be this way.

No, wait this is too familiar I've already passed by this way. It must've been the other turn...I winced as I bit my lip trying to ignore the feeling of dread in my stomach.

My feet echoed in the silence as I hurriedly tried to find my way out of the labyrinth of deserted streets and alleys I had found myself in. I wanted to cry, I just wanted to sit down and sob. It had to be long past midnight and I was tired oh so tired. I didn't even have an idea of the time or how long I had been wandering the streets.

I had successfully avoided groups of strangers wandering around this part of town so far. With my luck, I didn't know how much longer that would be. The idea of being raped or murdered had crossed my mind before but I had always dismissed it as a silly idea that wouldn't happen as long as I stayed near the safe part of the city.

What an idiot I had been.

I heard them before I saw them. I tried walking faster, but even I knew that wouldn't help. The sound of my footsteps seemed to echo louder than ever. I could feel my heart beat faster and I could hear them getting closer. I had stopped paying attention to where I was going. My goal was to get the hell out of there before they found me, but my escape plan came to an abrupt end when I reached a dead end. I strongly considered trying to hide, but it was too late I heard them around the corner. Before sharp whistles and the all too familiar sound of drunk laughter reached my ears.

I placed my hands in my pockets to try to hide that they were shaking.

"What's a little cutie like you doing out here all alone?" The man speaking this was wearing a black coat torn jeans and was holding a beer can. He was drunk very drunk. From past experience I knew that anything I would say could make them mad, but if I ignoring them that just might make them mad as well.

"I was just on my way home." I winced that even sounded scared to me.

"Why don't you stay and have some fun?" another voice shouted from the back of the group. At that, I vainly tried to make a run for it only to be grabbed by the arm and pulled to the chest of one of them. A knife at my throat. The sound of their laughter rang in my ears. I blinked rapidly trying not to start crying. I was stronger than that.

"I wouldn't try that again sweetheart if I were you." As he spoke he pressed the knife he held harder into my skin. I whimpered but slowly nodded, as much as my life sucked I didn't want to die yet. Or at least not like this. I could still feel the adrenaline pumping, but I couldn't make myself act on it I was too terrified. I was outnumbered by a lot there were about five maybe six of them and only one of me.

Dread seeped into my stomach as I realized there was truly nothing I could do. This was it after all these years of trying to run from my problems I couldn't run anymore.

At seeing my resolve they all seemed to smile.

"Now then let's see how much better you will look without all this pesky clothing in the way." At his words, I could suddenly feel hands all over me. I let out a choked sob as they began touching me and kissing me all over my body. I tried to fight back, but every time I did I was met with a slap or a punch even and a couple of times I felt a knife slice through my skin.

This was it they weren't just going to rape me, probably kill me too. At that thought, I suddenly didn't care about living or dying I just wanted out away from this hellish life. I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness as I let out a blood-curdling scream that chilled even myself to the bones. I felt one last punch on my face before hands wrapped around my neck. My vision blurred and sealed the deal on the fact that I was going to blackout. The last thing I remember was one of them being pulled off of me.

Sooooo how was it? Not too awful, I hope. I've had this idea in my head for a while. I'm not really sure how I feel about this story, but I really hope you like it. So please review and I will try my best to update! Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it!

~Bree