Disclaimer : I am not Stephenie Meyer. I just love her characters and am playing with them a bit purely for my own (and hopefully other's) amusement. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended.

CHAPTER TWO - WHAT BROUGHT HER HERE

Willow grew up in the small town of North Valley Falls on the border of California and Oregon. It was a coastal town, smaller than Forks. Her mother, Joanie had fled there with 3-year-old Willow after a split from her alcoholic husband, Patrick. Willow did not remember him at all. He died in a drunk driving crash just months after they left him. Jenny and Willow lived modestly but comfortably due to inheriting Patrick's estate after his death. Willow was the last of his family and they had been very wealthy. Jenny did not like living off her late husband's money so she used some to put herself through nursing school and buy a small home in a nice neighborhood. The rest of the money was all in Willow's name with a team of lawyers and financial advisors to manage the investments. She supported them on her RN salary.

Willow was a very quiet and shy child. She discovered a love of music and dancing at young age. Dance classes, voice and music lessons took up her free time. She loved music of all genres and played both piano and guitar. She stopped dance classes when she was 12 preferring to dance on her own to whatever music she was feeling into at the time. She did go back to the dance studio to help teach classes and do choreography for recitals and competitions. Music constantly played in their home. She was so involved with her music that she made very few friends. In high school, she would associate with the kids from band and choir but once the school day was over she spent her time with her mother. The spent their time hiking, biking and going to the beach. Jenny joked it was their native blood that craved being in nature.

She didn't really date. She was so shy and wrapped up in her music she used it as an excuse when asked out. The thought of dating was terrifying to her. Boys did notice her though and she went on a handful of dates with guys she knew but only as friends. She was petite, standing 5ft 4. Her skin was a light honey caramel as opposed to the copper skin tone of her mother. Her body was trim and toned from her dancing and hiking with her mom. She did have curves that made her few girlfriends jealous with her full C cup breasts and rounded hips and toned butt. Her eyes were a green hazel with brown and gold flecks. Her hair was a rich dark brown with red high lights that fell in loose waves to her waist. A beautiful mix of her mother's native blood and her father's Irish blood.

Willow opted to study at the community college in the next town after failing to get into Berkley. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving her best friend and mother to go away to college. Her first year she took basic courses still unsure which way she wanted to go in life. It was the only thing her mother and her ever argued about. She started that summer by taking her finals and getting a job at the music store. She would also Tall, tanned and blonde with blue eyes and toned body that wasn't overly muscular. He was spending the summer in northern part of that state with his uncle. He has come into the store to pick up some sheet music for his uncle when he met Willow. She had retrieved the order. As she rang him out, he asked for her number.

"I don't give my number to customers" she had told him, politely.

Owen was persistent. Every day for the next 2 weeks he would come into the store just to talk to her. He kept asking for her number. After a week of daily visits each visit now included him asking her out. She declined, every day for over a week. Finally, one Thursday he came in with a bouquet of lilies, daisies, hydrangea and roses.

"They don't have lilacs in the flower shop." He told her as he handed her the bouquet of her other favorite flowers. He then got on his knees and begged "Please, I'm begging, put me out of my misery and say you will go out with me tomorrow night."

Willow couldn't help but laugh and agree. She had just heard from Jacob that he wasn't coming for his yearly visit and she thought maybe giving Owen a chance could be fun. "Okay fine, you finally wore me down." She relented as the entire store cheered.

Owen stood up and placed a quick kiss on her cheek "You won't regret it" he promised and handed her his phone to program her number in.

She had thought his visits to the store and persistence in asking her out was charming. After a couple weeks of dating the real Owen started to emerge. His cute visits to the store turned into him being there watching her and every interaction all shift. Finally, the owner had enough and banned him from the store. He then took up residence at the café across the street during her shifts watching the store. He would go through her phone and interrogate her on each call and text, especially from Jacob. He didn't seem to believe that he was her cousin until Joan finally put her foot down one day at the house when he was badgering Willow about a text from Jake.

Soon Willow found she could not go anywhere or do anything without Owen. He was jealous, and controlling. After a month of dating he started pressuring her to be more intimate than she was comfortable. One night she had pushed him off her when he tried to get his hand down her pants and he slapped her. She ran from his car crying and locked herself in the bathroom of a coffee shop. He pounded on the door until the staff called the police. He was removed from the shop in cuffs. Willow called her mother from the bathroom and Joan insisted they press charges. Owen called the next day to apologize. Willow told them they were over and blocked his number. The next morning all the tires on Willow's jeep were slashed and the windshield was smashed. They filed charges again and got a restraining order.

Two nights later, Willow awoke to her mother screaming. She ran down the stairs to find Owen using the cordless house phone to beat her mother in the head. He smashed the phone into pieces against her skull. Willow screamed for him to stop but he was in a rage. He looked up at her with almost inhuman eyes. She bolted back up the stairs and locked herself in the bathroom using her cellphone to call 911. She could no longer hear her mother screaming or crying. Suddenly the bathroom door busted open. Somehow, he made it silently up the stairs.

He attacked Willow punching her repeatedly in the face trying to make her lose consciousness. She fought back breaking her hand punching him. He wrapped his hands around her throat and started strangling her until she was on the verge of passing out. He let go when she stopped struggling and dragged her into her bedroom and threw her on the bed, He started ripping off her clothes, and she felt him biting her chest and a tugging at her waistband of her shorts. The last thing she heard was an unfamiliar masculine voice yelling as her world went black.

"The cops pulled him off her but they had to Taser him, twice. "Billy continued the story in his kitchen. All 3 of the wolves were quivering with anger and low growls were coming from each of them. "Joanie died of her injuries. He fractured her skull and she had a massive brain bleed." Billy blinked away the tears in his eyes.

"How bad was she hurt?" Sam growled.

Jacob took over for his father since he knew this part having not left her side in the hospital. "You've seen her face. The bastard cracked her cheek bone and eye socket. She had a major concussion, 3 broken ribs and she broke her hand trying to fight him of." He seethed.

The four men sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Paul was overcome by how deeply it was affecting him. He thought of the beatings his mother endured at his father's hands. He was drawn to this girl, not by pity but awe that she fought back. Under his rage, he felt a compulsion to comfort and protect her, which surprised him. He never had never felt that protective over anyone other than Sam's Emily before.

They all looked up at the sound of her door opening. Willow slowly walked back into the kitchen and stood behind her previously abandoned chair. She had removed her hoodie and was now wearing a spaghetti strap tank top with her oversized sweats which sat low on her hips. They all could see the fading bruises on her neck more clearly as well bite shaped bruises to her chest, bruises on her arms and wrists. The small strip of skin that showed at her waist and hips was similarly bruised with hand and finger shaped bruises. Paul literally bit his tongue to keep from growling. Jacob's knuckles turned white from how tightly he clenched them into fists.

"You okay, Kiddo?" Billy asked gently.

She took a deep breath and finally looked her uncle in the eyes. "No, I'm not and I don't' know if I ever will be Uncle Billy." She admitted. She turned to Sam and met his gaze. "I understand that you and Paul along with some other young men are the unofficial rez police or protectors."

Sam shot a look to Billy who nodded slightly "Yes, something like that. We are a small tribe without tribal police. Jake here is one of us, too"

Willow frowned at Jake "But he's so young"

"Hey, I'm not that much younger than you" he retorted

Willow flashed him a small, sad smile before returning to Sam. She couldn't meet his gaze. She looked down and picked at her cast. "That's why I let Uncle Billy tell you the story. That's why I'm letting you see this." She gestured to her body. "I know he's in jail but I'm afraid he's going to come after me again and finish what he started."

Sam ran his hands through his hair. "Thank you, Willow, for trusting us with your story. You know you have nothing to be ashamed of. None of this was your fault." He kept his tone gentle.

"I know, but I hate feeling like a victim." She sighed.

Paul cocked an eyebrow at her. "You a victim? Hell, you're a survivor. A little badass one judging by the cast on your hand" he said grinning. His wolf that puffed up with pride at the thought of her fighting back. What the hell is that about? He wondered

Willow glanced up as far as his grin and quickly looked back down her unmarred cheek blushing "Thanks, Paul."

Jake reached over and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a one-armed hug. "And no one is ever going to hurt you again. I'll break my hand beating their ass if they even think about it." At that they all chuckled.

"Come on, let's eat before it gets any colder" Billy encouraged.

"I'm not really hungry. I'm just going to go to bed." She gave Jake's hand on her hip a squeeze. He kissed the top of his head. She leaned over to kiss Billy's cheek then turned to walk back to her room.

As she retreated again the four men in the kitchen were in a different shocked silence. When she turned, they caught sight of her left shoulder blade. It was home to an extremely detailed tattoo of a silver-gray wolf with rich dark chocolate brown human looking eyes standing on a beach.

"Dude, why the hell does my cousin have a tattoo of your wolf?" Jake hissed turning on Paul.

The look on Paul's face was clear, he was wondering the same thing.

In the pre-dawn hours of the next day Jacob was quietly sneaking into the house after a quick patrol. The vampires that called Forks home never strayed on to tribal lands thanks to their treaty but Sam insisted on patrols every few hours. Nomadic leeches were sometimes attracted to the area by them. He had just closed his eyes when Willow started shrieking. He groaned as he got up and headed into her room. She was thrashing in her bed still asleep. Every night since they had gone to California was the same. She would have horrible nightmares. She would only let Jake comfort her. He was more like a brother than a cousin and also her best friend other than her mom.

"Willz, Willz, Willz, wake up honey" Jake said shaking her gently. She woke up with a start. She bolted upright and struck out with her casted hand. Jake caught it easily. "It's me, Jake. You were dreaming again honey"

She looked up at him with wide, scared eyes "Jacob" she mumbled.

"Yes, honey, I'm here." He murmured. Billy peeked into the room and Jake waved him away as Willow started sobbing with her head in her hands. Billy nodded and wheeled back into his room.

"I got you. You're safe" Jake continued to murmur to her as he sat on the bed next to her and put his arm around her. She leaned into him, still sobbing, taking comfort in his heat and strength. They sat like that until she quieted.

"I'm sorry, Jake" she said softly between sniffles. Jake handed her a tissue from the bedside table. "You must be sick of this shit by now."

Jake chuckled "Well you do have quite the set of lungs on you alright." He teased and earned a watery, sad smile from his cousin. "Willz, honey, you went through a horrific attack that no woman should ever have to endure. I would worry more if you didn't have nightmares. Never apologize. I am always her for you, Loca." He gave her a gentle squeeze.

She looked up at him, "How do you do that Jake?" she asked

"What" he asked, confused.

"Say the right thing and put me at ease." She answered

"I got skills." He teased, grinning. She bumped him on his muscular chest with her casted hand, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, back to bed with you." He released her and she lay back down.

"Please stay" she begged quietly

"Not going anywhere toots, budge over" he stretched out beside her like when they were little. He and Willow would lay side by side whispering way after bed time.

She grabbed his hand in her uninjured one. His presence was soothing. He was always warm and comforting even as a kid. Now he was this huge muscle bound man. It made her feel safe, protected. Soon they were both asleep.

AUTHORS NOTE

Thank you for the likes, follows and reviews. This is a re-write/re-post of my story so i do have about 90% of this story done.

I will try to update every few days and keep writing.