I don't own Twilight! But I do own Adalia Xantha Bonita Fuentes and her family. HAVE FUN READING! –Cameryn J.

My name is Adalia Xantha Bonita Fuentes, and, as my surname suggests, I'm Spanish. I am seventeen years old and I have an identical twin sister named Aidia Xylina Bonita Fuentes. I have a fifteen year old brother named Deuce Alejandro Bonita Fuentes, an eleven year old brother named Jose Eduardo Bonita Fuentes, an eighteen year old sister named Anabel Valentina Bonita Fuentes, and a twenty year old brother named Sebastian Antiaco Bonita Fuentes, and a seven year old brother named Damian Victorio Bonita Fuentes. Adalia means God is my refuge, Xantha means beautiful blossom, Bonita means pretty little one, and Fuentes means source of beauty. Aidia means joyful helper and Xylina means forest dweller. Deuce means two, and Alejandro means defender of men. Jose means god will increase, and Eduardo means guardian. Anabel means easy to love, and Valentina means valentine. Sebastian means unique one, and Antiaco means soaring free. Damian means heavenly messenger, and Victorio means victorious. My parents are Jorge (pronounced hor-hay) and Teresa (use the Spanish version) Bonita Fuentes.

When Aidia and I were fifteen, Deuce was thirteen, Jose was nine, Anabel was sixteen, Damian was five, and Sebastian was eighteen, we moved from the beautiful and sunny Barcelona, Spain, to New Haven, Connecticut. Before we moved to La Push we all learnt English, though our first language is still Spanish. Plus, the only language we use around the house is Spanish.

But, here's the interesting part, I have a two year old daughter named Liviana Julina Bonita Fuentes. Livianna means light, and Julina means God's child. In order for you to get the proper description of how Liviana was conceived, I think I should start from the party I was at.

My best friend Heather Salton dragged me to a party her friend Josh was throwing. I put on my white skinny jeans, my purple tank top with ruffles, my black leather jacket, and beige stiletto boots. I had my chocolate brown hair perfectly curled, and I looked hot. I have relatively big breasts and a very curvy figure so it gets me looks from a lot of guys. Heather has long, strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, and the curves of a twelve year old. That night, she had her hair straightened, and she just put black peekaboos. She had a blue and black tank top, black skinny jeans, and shiny black high heels. She had a very heavy lot of make-up on, and all her normal jewelry on.

When we walked in, Club Can't Handle Me by Flo Rida was playing. A boy with black hair walked up to us. "Hey!" he yelled over the loud music.

Heather smiled at me, and walked off to find her boyfriend Maurice. I turned back to the boy and said, "Hey."

He was wearing blue jeans, brown leather jacket, black T-shirt and white sneakers. "I'm Tyson. What's your name?"

"Adalia," I answered.

He guided me over to a couch, passed me a drink, and I sat down beside him. He was cute, with pearly white teeth that pressed against red lips when he smiled. I started drinking some of the stuff, and felt a little dizzy, but I ignored it.

"So, are you on the football team? You have a footballer's build," I asked, taking another sip of this deliously drink.

Tyson took a sib of his drink. "Yeah. New Haven Stingrays."

I took a long sip of my drink, and than it was finished. "What position do you play?"

"Quarterback. Hey, do you want some more of the drink?"

I passed my drink to him, and answered, "Si, por favor."

He took my cup. "I'm gunna guess that means yes."

I giggled, not realizing at the time how drunk I was getting. "It means 'yes, please'."

Tyson smiled and got up to refill my cup. After about two hours of us talking, drinking and dancing, I got really drunk. As in getting tipsy, nauseous, and dirty dancing. By this time, it was 1:30 in the morning, an hour and a half past my curfew. At this time, I didn't know that he had drugged my drink after the fourth cup I drank.

I started kissing him, than he slipped a pill into my mouth, saying it was a mint. After this, I started to get more drunk. I was a little confused, putting his hands all over my body (including breasts and butt), I forgot my last name, and I was getting even dirtier with Tyson.

Eventually, he pulled me up the stairs and raped me. But because I was high, I consented to it. I gave him five or six blow jobs, and the thing went on all night. I was only fifteen, so it was my first time, so it really hurt. He just slapped my bare butt, and stuck his finger up my vagina saying, "You had to do it some time."

I'm not going to lie, it felt good. I never told my parents, or even Heather and Aidia, that I had sex. A month later, in August, I started to feel sick. I never told my parents or anyone. Than, realizing what I might have done, I walked to the store out of town, bought a pregnancy test, and used it in the bathroom of that gas station. I was pregnant with Tyson's baby. I didn't know anything about him! Not even his last name! All I knew about him was that he was eighteen, his favourite colour is yellow and he's the New Haven's Quarterback! I even think he graduated last year!

I was scared. I told Heather, than Aidia, and than they helped me tell my parents and the rest of my family. Dad was peeved, Mom was crying, and Sebastian threatened to kill Tyson. I said yes, but Anabel stopped him. Sadly.

"Oh, mi preciosa Adalia. Embarazada. Bebe, que es el padre?" my Mom asked. Oh, my precious Adalia. Pregnant. Baby, who is the father?

I looked at my Mom. "Mama, lo siento mucho, pero yo no te puedo decir. Lo siento." Momma, I am very sorry, but I cannot tell you. Sorry.

Mom sobbed, than leaned into Dad's side. Deuce touched my arm and said, "Va a estar, Adalia. Todos estamos aqui para ayudar. No?" It is going to be okay, Adalia. We are all here to help. Right?

I heard "No" echo around the living room, which means right. Sebastian sat down beside me and draped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. "Todos vamos a estar bien. Y si Tyson se le acerca, me llamo asi los dientes de su cabeza bien arriba." We will all be alright. And if Tyson comes near you, I well knock his teeth out of his screwed up head. We all started laughing.

So, here I am now. Two years later, with my beautiful Liviana, and moving to the rainy and dreary La Push, Washington. Everybody from my old school knew about me and Tyson, so my parents decided to give me a new start.

We pulled up to the house, and it looked like a normal small town house. Two stories, faded blue with white shudders, and surrounded by trees and trees. It was just Liviana and I driving in my black Impala.

"Mama, estamos aqui?" Liviana asked excitedly. Mommy, are we here?

"Si, Liviana. Estamos en nuestro nuevo hogar, el 26 por carretera Quileute, La Push, Washington," I said, shifting the car into park. Yes, Liviana. We are at our new home. 26 Quileute Road, La Push, Washington. "Tiempo para un nuevo comienzo," I mumbled to myself. Time for a new start.

I unbuckled my seatbelt, and went to the back seat to get my Hermosa Hija (beautiful daughter). She had my brown hair that tumbles down to her shoulders in little ringlets, Tyson's emerald green eyes, my tanned skin, and the Spanish face. Plus, she has my amazing temper. If I don't get food in her fast enough, she throws a bigger fit than I did when I was her age. She was wearing a fluffy, cute, purple knee-high dress and golden shoes. She looked really cute.

I undid her car seat, and lifted her up, setting her down on the floor. "Bebe, tienen lugar en la casa mientras me las maletas." Baby, you go in the house while I get our bags.

"Si, Mama." Okay, Mommy. She ran in the door, her hair and dress flowing out behind her, and her little girl shit zue Belleza trailing after her.

Liviana acts like she's four or five, but she's really two. She's growing up so fast. I turned, walked towards the trunk, and popped it. After lifting out my red, black and purple suitcases, than my polka doted book bag, than three of Liviana's pink suitcases, and two of her purple diaper bags, I heaved two suitcases in each of my hands.

"Hello." A voice from behind me said.

Before I turned, I said, "Hola. Si, que quieres?" Hello. What do you want? I turned than, and noticed a boy with cropped black hair, amazingly tanned skin, muscular, wearing brown khaki shorts, black sneakers and no shirt. His eyes were the darkest shade of brown.

The Niño's (boy's) eyes widened, and he stared at me. I felt a tug at my heartstrings, and my world kind of faltered a bit.

"Ah, pardon? I don't speak Spanish?" he said. Than he changed them, using hand illustrations. "I – do not – speak your language – me speak English – you know, English—"

I shushed him. "It's okay, Niño. I speak English."

"Whew. I was scared there for a minute. Oh, by the way, I'm Embry. Embry Call."

I shoke his outstretched hand and I smiled. Embry's smile was wider than mine. "I'm Adalia. And if you haven't noticed, I'm from Spain. Adalia Bonita Fuentes."

"I like that name. What does it mean?"

I looked towards the house and looked in the big living room window. I saw Liviana threw it, watching our big screen TV. I looked back to Embry. "God is my refuge."

"That really fits. Because you look like an angel and angels are from God," he commented.

"Um, gracias. Wait, do you know what that means?" I asked. He laughed and nodded. "Good."

Embry looked at my nine bags and said, "Do you, er, need help?"

I picked up two of Liviana's diaper bags and my polka dot book bag. "Si."

"Okay." He picked up four bags, than slipped the handle of one around his wrist and one around the other, than started to walk towards the house. "Wait, how did you do that?"

I started to follow him when he said, "Do what?"

"Carry six bags like that."

We walked in the door and started up the stairs. "It's not heavy, really. Just like lifting a computer tower or something. It feels like it's 10 pounds." Some how, he found my room, set my bags down, than found Liviana's room, and set her things down.

"Wow. Your strong."

"Yeah, I know. Oh, hey, let me practice my Spanish on you."

"Oh, okay. Shoot."

We stayed at the top of the stairs. "Okay, umm, mi mama es una salmuerade pelo que le encanta jugar con los pantalones de queso y agua de sandia." I tried not to laugh, but was unsuccessful. "What's so funny?"

"Embry, you just said my mom is a pickle from hair who loves to play with cheese pants and watermelon water." He soon laughed along with me. "What were you trying to say?"

"I was trying to say 'my mom is a nurse from here who loves to swim in the ocean'," he explained.

"Mi mama es una enfermera de aqui que le encanta nadar en el oceano," I explained.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Liviana asked, "Mama, quien es ese?" Mommy, who is this?

"What did she say?" Embry whispered in my ear.

"Mommy, who is this?" I turned to Liviana and said, "Liviana, se trata de Embry Call. Y el no habla espanol." Liviana, this is Embry Call. And he does not speak Spanish.

"Okay, Mama. Hewo, Embee."

Embry smiled and ducked down in front of Liviana. "Hello. What's your name?"

She beamed at him. "Liviana Julina Bonita Fuentes."

Embry smiled and took her hands in his. "Hello, Liviana Julina Bonita Fuentes. That is a really pretty name."

"Tank wou."

"Your very welcome. Now I know why your sister calls you Hermosa Hija."

I stopped smiling and put my hand on Embry's shoulder. He stood up. "Actually Embry, she's my daughter."

"But, how can she be your daughter? You don't look married and you look seventeen or eighteen?" Embry asked, completely confused.

I pulled him aside, and Liviana went back to her TV show. "Well, I was fifteen when I had Liviana. And I'm seventeen now. But I'm not married and I don't have a boyfriend."

Embry's face fell and he looked really sad. "Oh, oh. I'm—I'm really sorry. I—I didn't—"

"It's okay. Don't worry, I'm used to it."

Thanx for reading! Promise I'll update tomorrow! This is my first Embry imprint story, and inspired by a bunch of stories like this I've read. Kk! Byeee -Cammie