I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT! I only own the plot of this story and the characters I've created.

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"I've got a surprise for you," I heard Hunter say.

I turned to look at him, his eyes all wide and expectant. He even had his goofy grin on that I loved. One side of his face had the lips being pulled upward while the other side (his right to be exact) was straight. His bushy eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was going over something inside that head of his. And the eyes were glistening and had creases at the end. "What is it?" I asked, smiling.

Hunter took his shirt off and I saw a piece of white cloth taped over his left pectoral. He took off some of the tape and gently peeled the cloth back. On his pec was a tattoo of a heart with "Margo" on it in fancy writing.

Normally, someone would be a little creeped out if someone tattooed their name on them. However, I think it shows how much Hunter really loves me. My smile got even bigger and I reached up to kiss him as a thank you. After that, Hunter put the cloth back over it. "I got it yesterday after I dropped you off at your house," he told me, pulling me into his warm body… a little too warm body. I hope he's not getting sick. The Prom's next week and I'm not going if he's not.

"You alright?" I asked. "You're feeling a little warm."

Hunter just nodded. "It's nothing."

I've been dating Hunter for two years now, and I know we're going to be together forever. We met during sophomore orientation at Forks High School. I had just moved there from El Paso, Texas, so I was all lonely. Thankfully Hunter offered to hang out with me, which I gladly said yes to. That weekend, he took me out to Port Angeles for dinner and a movie. The restaurant was a nice Italian one and we saw a scary movie. I couldn't help but hide my face in Hunter's chest during some death scenes, which were no bother at all to him. Two dates afterwards, Hunter asked me to be his girlfriend and I accepted.

I have the perfect relationship. I'm dating one of the school's handsomest men, and I don't have to share! Hunter said that I'm the only company he needs, so he doesn't have any friends. He's nineteen and already moved out of his parents' house; that meant that I never had to be approved by Mom. Hunter wanted me to get rid of my friends, but after some compromise, I got to keep a select few. However, I don't hang out with them that much because all my free-time belongs to Hunter. My parents like him…or they used to. It was accident, I told them. They wouldn't listen though. Hunter would never mean to hurt me…he just lost his temper.

"We're going to the beach tomorrow," Hunter told me as he was driving me to my house.

"Alright. The one in La Push?" I asked, hoping to have a nice conversation today.

"No shit! First Beach is the only good one. Seriously, you're lucky I put up with your stupidity, or else you'd be lonely," Hunter snapped.

I rolled my eyes. He meant to say "yes." He's probably just having a bad day. "Okay. I got this yellow bikini a while ago-"

"No bikinis!" Hunter yelled. He pulled up in front of my house. He turned to face me and grabbed my left arm. "I'm the only one who gets to see that much! You're going to wear shorts and one of my t-shirts."

Am I going to get to wear that $50 bikini? I sighed as I began to get out of the truck. I sighed too loudly though.

Hunter tightened his grip on my arm. "What was that?" he yelled.

The loudness of his voice startled me, causing me to slip, my legs going under the truck. Hunter kept his death grip on my arm and then I heard the sickening crack of my bone. I screamed and Hunter let go, allowing me to fall on the sidewalk. "You broke my arm!" I cried, tears streaming down my face.

Hunter was already out of the truck and at my side. He roughly put his hand over my mouth. "Shut up or someone might hear!" he hissed. He picked me up and threw me back into the truck. He ran around to the driver's side and sped away. After getting gas, he drove to the hospital.

That was the end of junior year though. My parents weren't happy that he drove me home while he only had a permit because it's like illegal or something. I don't know. Hunter said that I don't need to drive because he's going to take care of me. I begged my parents not to press charges, and they agreed and thought that Hunter was sixteen and didn't want to sue a minor. I never told my parents that Hunter was held back freshman year…twice. He was eighteen when that happened.

Besides that, Hunter is a loving boyfriend. He checks up on me every day. When I went to Albuquerque to visit my grandparents, he called me every night to make sure I was fine and to tell me he loved me. He'll even drive by my house at night sometimes to make sure I'm safe. Hunter also makes sure no pervert messes with me. When he took me to the movies last month, he beat the crap out of some thirteen year old because he was looking at my chest. I didn't notice, so I guess it was alright for Hunter to teach him a lesson. Hunter also convinced me to delete my Facebook because of all the dangerous sex offenders on there.

"Everyone in the world has a Facebook!" I yelled, trying to pull Hunter away from my laptop before he could delete my profile. "I can't be the only person who doesn't!"

"I don't have one!" Hunter countered.

"Then get one and I'll friend you."

"No! You're deleting your profile and that's final!" Hunter yelled, clicking "delete." And then my profile was gone.

I shook my head. "You're crazy," I muttered. Then it came as fast as lightening. I wouldn't have noticed if not for the discomfort on my face. Hunter had punched me right in the left eye. That's going to look ugly.

"Is it crazy for me to protect you from those sickos? Are do you like it? You disgusting whore!" He then spit on me and went home.

Hunter called to apologize later that night. But I told him it was my fault. I shouldn't be on those dangerous websites. And after all, he only wanted me to be safe.

"Do you want to try again?" Hunter asked me as he pulled in front of his house. My parents left for Portland for the week, so I'll be secretly living with Hunter while they're gone. I mean, graduation's only two weeks away. After that, we're moving to Berkeley to attend the university there. But we're not moving until early August.

"I guess," I shrugged. We walked inside Hunter's small house that his parents bought him. It was one story, one bedroom, and one bathroom. It sucks, but at least it's something.

Hunter led me to the bedroom and walked back into the living room to lock the front door. He then walked back into the bedroom and laid down on the bed next to me. He still had his shirt off from showing me the new tattoo. He was built. He nice biceps and a six pack. He used to be in the wrestling team, but got kicked off for having bad grades. How he got into UC Berkeley, I don't know. "Can we use a condom tonight?" I asked.

Hunter's face fell. I know he's still sad about what happened. I'm just glad he could forgive me.

"Ms. Estrada?" Dr. Cullen asked as he entered the room.

I immediately tensed up and gripped Hunter's hand; I'm glad he came with me. I really wanted him to see. But now, I know something's wrong, especially since the nurse brought in the doctor.

Dr. Cullen sat down in the chair by me and grabbed my free hand, making Hunter grip mine harder. It felt weird. Hunter's hand was all hot and a little sweaty. Dr. Cullen's, on the other hand (literally), was cold and hard.

"Margo-" the doctor began, but I cut him off.

"Please," I whimpered, tears starting to well up in my eyes, "please tell me everything's fine."

Dr. Cullen looked down and that's when my tears broke free. Hunter let go of my hand.

"These things just sometimes happen," Dr. Cullen said, looking up at me again. "I'm very sorry Margo, but you've miscarried."

That phrase still haunts me in my dreams. "You've miscarried." My baby died before I could know its gender, pick out a name, buy a crib, or even tell my parents. Ever since I've been afraid to have sex with Hunter. The last time we did it was four weeks ago. I know that thing happens, but I don't want to go through it again.

"You'll be fine," Hunter said as he took off his pants. "Who knows? We might get a second chance."