So hi everyone. I wanted to post a fanfic for twilight for a while. I have wrote one before but I feel that it wasn't as good as I could have made it. I will start each chapter with a warning of what to expect in this story. Warning: BoyxBoy (Don't like, then don't read), swearing, mentions of abuse, bear in mind I may turn rating up at a later time. I hope you all enjoy this story. If you do, please, favourite, review or follow. Thank you all for taking the time to read this.

I gasped as the foot connected with my stomach again and the air rushed out my lungs. It was hard to do pretty much anything other than think about the taste of blood in my mouth as a small burst of crimson broke out my mouth. "You're pathetic!" A voice boomed over me... A voice I was used to now. Used to hearing abuse shouted at me as I was hurt. Used to the beatings...

Sorry I better introduce myself. My name is Kenny James. I'm sixteen years old and I already wish that I were dead.

I better explain from the beginning. This beating... this was a usual night for me. I live at home, here in the English countryside with my father. I'm nothing special. I guess I'm like most other kids my age, my life seems focused on the usual things: my education, worrying about being popular (Which is far from what I really could be.) and a love life which is basically... none existent and yet also the reason my current predicament.

I slowly gazed back up just in time to catch my dad's gaze. He stood over me with his eyes glinting coldly and his dark hair combed back neatly across his head. He was still wearing his button up suit from work. You see, my dad seems to have a few jobs that dominate his lifestyle: Working as a head of an company in London during the week. (He would catch a train into the big city every Sunday evening and stay there till Saturday morning when he would venture back here to the country side and come check out how his little nuisance was. But between fucking his little gold digger girl friend, drinking himself under the bottle of an evening and then coming to beat the shit out of me of a weekend... I was surprised he had much time to do anything.

Luckily how ever this would be the end of it for a while now. I was lucky that my father decided that when it came to the holidays he would stay back in London and forget about me till September came around. This would be the last I would have to see of him for two whole months! This beating was worth surviving through just so I wouldn't have to see his ugly face for a while. "You make me sick you know?" He barked as he cleaned my blood off his knuckles.

I could feel my split lip dripping, just as my swollen eye probably was as well. I didn't know what to expect, especially since this beating seemed a lot harsher than usual. I definitely would have to call him afterwards to get some help. "I know." I whispered dryly as he shouldered his bag and pulled up the handle of his suitcase. "Try not to die over the summer holiday... I don't have the time to start planning your funeral as well." He turned and walked out the door not caring to check if he had beaten me too hard.

All I could do was lay there as I slowly let my lungs recover. With each rise and fall of my chest, the spinning world which nauseated me seemed to subside slightly. My fingers curled into the soft fur of the carpet. A shuddering breath escaped me as my chest heaved and slowly my hand trailed down to my pocket where my mobile rested. I pressed emergency dial one and rolled my head over to it. It took a minute or two before it started ringing. "Hello?"
"Hey doc." I whispered quietly. "Do you think... maybe... you could come over? I need your help."
"Sure. I'll be there as soon as possible Kenny." With that I ended the call.

I reached up slowly to wipe my face and winced as instantly pain shot through me. "That bastard." I gasped. I looked down slowly to my hand to see faint traces of blood over the back of it. The droplets had begun to stain the pearl white carpet and splattered over the soft cream coloured walls. I don't have enough time to clean it before the doc gets here. I thought and sighed as I took in more of the sights of the room as my vision returned to me. The living room was quite big. The three couches were all turned towards the wall were a plasma T.V was placed under expanding shelves of books.

I pulled my arm around my torso as I stumbled slowly over to the large fireplace. My father had deliberately left the windows open as a cold breeze had been coursing wildly through the house. His vein attempt to get me ill... I should go and stay at Leo's house. I thought but shook my head.

Leo was my best friend. We had always been good friends since we were young. In fact he was the first person I had ever told about how my dad hurt me... the fact he was such a good friend mainly was the reason why I couldn't go and see him now. Leo would end up taking me to hospital and then I would probably end up being put into foster care. I could handle the beatings. I could handle the fact that my father thought I was just plain scum. I could handle living by myself here... I couldn't handle being put into care.

What would it matter now anyway? I'm nearly seventeen. I brought myself up and survived this long.

I can survive another year or two.

As I threw a match onto the log fire I heard a knock come from the front door. I will never understand how he is also so quick to get here. I took a long breath comfortingly before I stood and limped out the living room. As I walked out into the main hallway I was presented with a small stretch which moved to the right where a small glass table which could fit four people was placed. The carpet was slightly dirty from marks I had brought in after having to walk home from the village that day. A wooden cupboard held some fine china plates and cups which I hardly ever used... in fact I can't remember a time when I had ever used the china.

At the end of the hall was a closet where I kept the vacuum and all the cleaning supplies he needed to keep this cottage clean. It wasn't that hard since it was mostly him living here... but it got quite lonely sometimes. You think after being so long alone that I would be used to it now, wouldn't you?

I reached out and grabbed hold of the door handle which was freezing cold under my touch. The roaring fire hadn't managed to even warm the living room up yet. It would be a while before the rest of the house managed to catch up with it. May as well get this over with. I sighed and pulled open the door.

There stood the Doc.

"Thank you for coming so quickly Mr Cullen." I stared up at the blond haired man who had his hair streaked back. His skin was slightly pale but... look at the British weather we get. It's not as though you expect everyone to have a Californian tan. Being pale was almost an expected norm for all of us who lived around here. He wore a comforting smile as he always did when he was treating patients around here. A turquoise button up shirt was wrapped around his torso as was a slightly darker blue jumper was pulled over the top of it. I shivered slightly as a burst of wind picked up and noticed his dark brown jacket and jeans... The Cullens were always immaculately dressed. "You don't have to thank me Kenny. I hope you don't mind, I brought my wife along? She wanted to make sure you was okay." Carlisle smiled as my face lit up.
"Esme?!" I smiled through my bleeding and broken lip as the woman stepped onto the doorway.

The woman stepped next to her husbands and held out her arms as she hugged me. Her chocolate coloured hair fell down over her shoulder and cascaded down her back. Her skin again was pale like her husband and like each other both seemed to share a set of caramel eyes. Esme was dressed fashionably in some black leather boots which went with her tights. Her blouse was a deep sapphire and went perfectly with her leather jacket. "Kenny." She whispered as she looked over my face and blood stained clothes. "Come on, we better get you sorted out." She ran a hand through my hair motherly and I realised they were still stood there on the doorstep.
"I'm sorry, you both must be freezing! Come on in. I just put the fire on, you should warm up in no time. You're freezing cold." Esme slowly pulled her hand away as she stepped in.
"Don't worry about us, we're here to help you. Now go and sit down. Carlisle will take a look and I will clean up your wounds. Okay?" She smiled and I nodded. I didn't know what it was like to have a real Mum and Dad... I'm not going to pretend that I do. But sometimes... just sometimes... I liked to pretend that Esme and Carlisle were my real parents. Esme always came over to make sure that I was eating healthily. She had tutored me on days when I hadn't been able to make it into school... which right now, seemed like a most likely scenario for tomorrow. I felt sick to my stomach. My chest ached as though I had taken a hammer to it and believe me I knew what that felt like.

Esme sat me down and walked back from the kitchen with a wet towel as she began to as delicately as possible, dab at my face where the blood had been drying out. Carlisle looked at me and seemed to instantly zone in to the areas he thought were most concerning. My leg and ankle, my face, checking if I had a concussion. Seeing the trauma to the side of my head where some blood seemed to trickle slightly down.

I knew it wasn't good when Carlisle sighed and sat back in a crouch. "Kenny I need to take a look at your chest. Would you mind?"

I nodded and began to undo my pure white button up shirt, stopping just to glance at my reflection in a mirror as I slowly stood and dropped the shirt. I was quite skinny I guess though I had some toning around my arms. Don't let that fool you, I may be a bit skinny but I'm the fastest track runner that my school has. Between practising dance at school and running track, I didn't have much time for a social life, except of course when Leo insisted that I hung out with him at his house or stayed a night.

My hair and fringe was tousled as it stuck down covering my right eye. Large streaks of brown made the golden, blond streaks undermined. I was quite thankful at that moment that my hair was covering my right eye because from what I could see of it, thick bits of crimson had dried out over a massive purple and black swelling, bruise which were more defined across my peachy, pale skin. Cuts had moved across my cheek along with deeper marks which trailed down my torso. I noted the immense pain that came when ever I took a breath and resorted me into shallow breaths. Across where my ribs were more bruises were trailed in big lumps. Carlisle placed his hand as gently as he could down around my ribs and I bit harshly onto my split lip. "Kenny what happened?"
"I... fell down the stairs." I said quietly.
"Must have been one hell of a fall. It seems to happen quite a lot. Maybe you ought to bring it to someone's attention of the... hassle it's brining to you."
"It's okay... those stairs have been a problem for a while... what would be the problem of having them a bit longer?" Carlisle stared at me for a moment as though he was trying to read something which was hidden in my eyes. Esme gently wiped away the last of the blood which was stuck to my face and smiled softly. "A broken leg and ankle. Bruising to your ribs seem quite severe I will show you how to help out with that. I'll have to stitch that cut around your eye and the side of your head. I will be telling your school that you are not to go in tomorrow."
"I will come over in the morning and we can do some work if you want." Esme smiled kindly as she put the bloody rag in a bag and threw it in the bin.
"Is your father around. I would like to talk to him-"
"My dad was called out on a business trip... he left this morning." I quickly stammered out. I didn't need them pressing into what happened... It was scary enough thinking of being put into foster care. It was even scarier to think of what would happen if my dad began to get suspicious that people were beginning to figure out he had been hurting me... I wouldn't be exaggerating at the statement: He. Would. Kill. Me.

Esme frowned slightly as she looked back to her husband. "We can't leave him here by himself." Carlisle nodded.
"With that concussion I would like to keep a close eye on you Kenny." He stated. It was always quite clear when Carlisle went into doc mode. He became so professional and fatherly, it was quite comforting to be around.
"You could stay here if you wanted." I shrugged, anxious at the idea of leaving encase my father came back having forgot something. If he came back and found out I wasn't here... the next beating would be far worse. Besides it wasn't as though I was short on bedrooms. There were three bedrooms. There were two upstairs and one in the living room. each of them had double sized beds except for one upstairs which instead had two single beds. "I think that would be best." Carlisle nodded. "You better go and get some rest okay Kenny. I will call your boy friend Leo in the morning-"
"We're not boyfriends." I yelped.

Okay... that was another thing about myself I hadn't really mentioned... But I just don't see out of all the important things in my life, why the fact that I like guys and not girls, is the most concerning factor when it comes to me.

Esme smiled amused before she patted my back gently. "It's true, me and Leo are just best friends is all!" My cheeks burned bright red.
"Either way, I will let him know that you won't be in school tomorrow so he doesn't start worrying about you. Now. Bed."
"Come on." Esme whispered softly as he helped me stand. I will say this for Esme, considering we are the same height, she is a lot stronger than she looks. She wrapped an arm around me as she helped me up the stairs. "I'm going to get a few pain killers and sedatives to help you get through the night." Carlisle smiled as he walked back into the entry way as he looked at the bag he had brought with him.
"Okay doc." I chuckled slightly.

I will admit that it was hard to get up the stairs. My father really must have done some damage to my leg... I hate that bastard. I snarled in my thoughts. Esme opened the door and stopped as she stared around. I couldn't help but smile as she took in the sight and understood the appreciation of the room. The lilac wallpaper was beautiful against the pure cream white boarders. The room was large but wasn't massively filled. A bed which was probably the size to fit the four people was the main object which was pushed up against the back wall. It had one large quilt and a silk blanket over the top which looked freshly cleaned, after all, I had only washed them that morning. On the right was a large glass wardrobe which slid open though it's doors were giant mirrors. Though on the left was a sight which took Esme's breath. By the large glazed windows and satin curtains was a window sill which had a long seat built into it. It was just like in some film when you would see someone sat and reading a book. Though the sight which it was pointed towards was perfectly obvious why it had been designed like this.

The window gazed out onto the flower meadows and gave a large and wide distant view of the sea.

I slowly limped over to the bed and pulled myself under the covers. On either side of the bed were two glass cabinets which held lamps on them. Piled across them were books which I had been constantly reading every evening. Esme walked over and pulled the covers up to me as she took my shorts out of my hands which I had bee folding. "You don't have to baby me you know." I protested but she just smiled faintly.
"I'm not babying you. I'm just looking after you. Just as any mother would do for her baby."
"I wish you were my mother." I said as quietly as I could, under my breath so that she wouldn't hear.

She smiled to herself before Carlisle walked into the room with a drink of hot milk. I could smell the sweet scent of honey in it and raised an eyebrow. "It's an old trick that my mother used to do for me." He chuckled quietly. "Here." He held out the drink and I took it carefully in my hands. It was warm enough that it wasn't scolding but not cool enough that it was not far from turning cold. "You didn't have to do all this for me." I whispered.
"We're just looking after you." Esme whispered as she took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Now drink up." She smiled encouragingly and I took a long sip from the drink. I felt the warmth spread through me instantly as pain in my ankle began to subside slightly. My eyes began to grow heavy and I leaned back into the soft pillow as Carlisle took the drink off me. He pulled back the covers slightly as he placed an ice pack across my chest and lightly bandaged it. "I will do more when you have had some rest." Before he could walked out the room he turned back with a smile and added strictly: "No school in the morning."

I nodded and he left the room.

Esme smiled down at me and kissed my brow motherly as she watched my eyes close.

Before I slipped into my dreams, I couldn't help but smile. Was this... what it was like to have parents who loved and cared for you?

With that thought I began to slip away into a peaceful realm of dreams.