I do not own Twilight.

I walk home slowly. That night is still fresh in my mind. My one night with Edward Cullen. I sigh remembering the feel of his lips on mine.

But of course that's all it was. Just one night.

Alice and Rose probably had to force him to do it. I see the way he broods all the time, ever since Bella left. I can't help but feel sorry for him. it seemed like they had a good thing going and then she was gone. Back to live with her Mom I guess. He's been angry and sad ever since.

I would know, I've spent my entire high school career admiring him. His walk, the sound of his voice, his essence in general; I have it memorized.

I'm not stupid. I've known since the very first time I saw him that we would never end up together. He's just so perfect. And I'm, well, Sofia.

Sofa is what my dad used to call me. Before he died; before they all died, my family. My mom Karen and my dad Kevin and my baby brother Keith. Dad thought it would be funny to give him a K name and that way I'd be the only one without a K. He always said it was because I was his special little girl. I smile at the memories.

If only I hadn't been such a drama queen that night…

I stop my train of thought before I get carried away.

I reach the small house I now live in with Donna and Brent. My foster parents of course, if you can call them that. As I enter I silently pray no one will be home. No such luck. Donna is sitting at the kitchen table with her BFF Jack Daniels. She's already pissy drunk. Usually Brent's the one that's drunk while Donna's busy popping pills or shooting up.

Donna's here so Brent obviously isn't. They basically hate each other and they can't stand being in the same house together. When one is home the other usually isn't. I don't know why they're still together. I guess 23 years trapped in a marriage built on the foundation of hate really bring people together.

"Welcome home, sweety." Donna sneers and slurs sarcastically. I stand tense waiting to see what she will do. "How was your day?" she asks but I know she doesn't really care. "Fine." I mumble.

She stands and sashays over to me. She brings good old Jack along. She's dressed in tight black leather pants, a tight tank top and black knee high stiletto boots. That can only mean she and Brent got into an argument, like they do most every night, and she went to some bar trying to make him jealous. I don't know what happens after I fall asleep because I never see either of them in the mornings, which is a relief. I can only guess what happens most nights due to what happens the next afternoon. And judging by this afternoon, they got into a big fight last night.

She peers at me and anger flashes in her eyes. My head snaps to the right as she slaps me. My cheeks stings in pain that I should be used to by now. "Do you know what Brent said to me last night?" she asks calmly. I don't respond.

"He told me I was no better than you. That I was just as sluty as you are." She answers. Then she yanks my chin up to face her angry red face. "I am not a whore!!!" she yells in my face and the sickening smell of her liquor washes over my face. "Not like you nasty little slut." She says tossing my face out of her hands as if I burn. "Get the hell out of my face." She spits and I gladly turn and practically run upstairs.

"And you better have these dishes done before I leave dammit." She yells after me. I reach the bathroom and I close and lock the door. I lean on the sink in relief. That could have been a lot worse. I splash water on my face and I look at my reflection. I don't cry. No, I stopped that long ago.

I'm not ugly, but I'm not horribly pretty either. I have a nice complexion, long straight black hair and pretty green eyes but my nose is a little too narrow and my lips are a little too big for me to be considered beautiful.

I gather my thoughts before sitting down on the cold tile and pulling out my Trigonometry homework. I like working in the bathroom. It's the one place that I feel safe. They can get to me in my room because it doesn't have a lock like the bathroom does.

After finishing my Trig I pull out my Literature and start working. I am pulled out of my homework by a loud pounding on the door.

"Get the hell out, I gotta pee." Donna demands. I quickly pack up my things before unlocking and opening the door. "You're always in the goddamned bathroom. Other people live in this house too dammit." She mutters before shutting the door on my face, Jack is still secure in her hand.

I go to my decent sized room and put down my things. It's almost nine o clock. Brent will be home soon which means Donna will be leaving. I better do the dishes.

I am just finishing up when Brent comes into the house. I am wiping down the counters. He comes up behind me, a little too close for comfort and I tense as he kisses me on the cheek. "Hey Princess, Daddy's home." He says in his rough voice.

I swallow thickly. "How was work?" I ask. As long as he stays sober, I'll make it through the night. "Like hell." He says opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. I'm not worried about that. It's the hard stuff that gets him going.

"How was school?" he asks watching me in a way that no man should ever watch anyone but his wife. "Same." I say shooting him a very forced grin. Stay on his good side I remind myself as he chuckles. Then Donna comes sashaying down the stairs.

"Well, well, well. Aren't we just one big happy family." she sneers at him. I want to leave but I know better than to make my presence known when they argue. "Dammit, Don't start with me Donna." Brent warns her in a low voice.

"You started it when you called me a whore dammit!!!" she yells. Brent turns and walks towards me, and the other exit from the kitchen. "Don't you dare walk away from me!!!" Donna yells angrily grabbing him. He shakes her off roughly but she isn't phased. "You piece of shit, why'd you marry me if I'ma whore then, huh?" she yells at him. "Donna just layoff alright. I don't wanna hear none-a that shit tonight okay? It's been a long day." He says pointing a finger at her menacingly.

"I don't give a rats ass how long of a day you've had dammit." She says back just as angry. "Oh, that's right, you wouldn't understand nothing about hard work seein' as all you do is sit on your lazy ass and get drunk all damn day and spend all my goddamn money." Brent yells. "Oh like you're any better. I try to make myself look good for you and this is what I get?" Donna says pissed off.

"You don't do a goddamn thing for me Donna. All you do is spend up all my money so you can get high as hell off-a those goddamn pills." He hisses. "Oh please! It's not like you notice me half the time anyway. You're either too busy getting drunk or feelin' up on that nasty whore!!!" Donna say referring to me. Brent backhands her and sends her flying into the counter. He stands over her menacingly as she glares at him defiantly. Her lip is busted but she doesn't care. She makes her way to her feet. "Fuck you Brent. You can have that fucking slut if you want to. Hell, you treat her better than you treat me anyway. Why don't you marry her." With that and one last glare at me she grabs her leather jacket and stumbles out the door and into the dark night.

Brent reaches up to the cabinet where the liquor is held and he snatches out a bottle of Scotch. "Clean that shit up." He mumbles darkly to me before leaving the kitchen. I hear his bedroom door slam.

I wipe up the little bit of Donnas' blood that got on the counter and floor. Maybe if I can get to bed before he's drunk, I'll be able to make it through the night, maybe….