Bella doesn't feel loved cause her mom left her when she was younger and her dad, who's always at work doesn't seem to care about her. She stays strong but inside she's already dying. What happens when she meets someone who's seven years older than her? Will she finally feel what it is to be loved and be cared about?


I woke up with my left hand between my thighs and realize I was sweating. What did I even dream about?

shit did I just have a wet dream?

That was a first and that cocky bastard last night did all of this. I shouldn't even think about him cause he is so not worth it, okay maybe a little.

I didn't realize it's May 1 today which means I'll be 18 in 12 days. I'm not really that excited but I could easily move out and that would mean great, right?

I still don't have the money though and staying in Charlie's at the moment is actually the best idea..for now.

It's Sunday and I have this homework I haven't done yet so I deicded to work on it before doing..something.

My stomach growled and I really need some food but I decided to just continue and finish my homework and watch some lame random TV show before passing out on the couch.

I woke up and Charlie's still not home which is great because that meant I wouldn't see his face.

I opened the fridge only to find it half empty. There's no..everything! And I'm fucking hungry! I still have some money so I guess I should go to the store and buy something to cook for the night.

I finally gathered all the things I needed for making a pasta and a simple salad, I place in the counter and as I waited for the lady to finish whatever she's doing.

Someone so familiar, someone who has been the reason for my wet dream last night is standing behind me, holding a milk carton.

"Told you I'd be around," He winks at me and I blush. I finally see him in a place where it's bright and I realize he's really beautiful but still a cocky one.

I didn't answer him because I have nothing to say so I look away and gathered everything up in a brown bag. I walked away from him and I knew he would be following.

Because I can hear his footsteps and finally he speaks, "Why are you ignoring me?"

I snort before turning around to look at him, "What? I don't even know you so.."

"I'm Edward and you are?"

smug annoying bastard!

"Not telling you." I walk away again but nearly dropped the brown bag when he caught my elbow.

"Why not?" I scowl at him. And he tightens his grip on me.

"Because I have no time for this bullshit! And right now I have to cook for my poor stomach and my fucking dad who doesn't even care about me. So please? Let me go!" I yell the last words at him.

He finally drops his hand and for a second he looked hurt, "I just want to be friends with you. I want to know you, I want-"

"I have to go." I whisper before going to my truck.

I cried on my way home.

He wants to be my friend. And I just blew him off or something.

I feel so bad and I don't know why!

I run my hands through my hair because of frustration and bit on my bottom lip till I taste blood.


I lost my appetite but still ate in silence. I haven't ate all day so yeah. It's already 9pm and Charlie isn't home, he usually is at 7 or 8 so it's odd.

I made my way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I see a girl with eyes too big for her face and too pale for my taste. God, I'm so thin.

I changed into my sweat pants and a shirt that's twice my size.

Once I'm settled in bed, I cry my heart out.

I don't even know the reason.

Is it because of my parents? or him?

Fuck, I can't believe what's going on with me.

Why am I crying because of that cocky bastard?

I feel like I have been so rude.

He was asking for my name! Not my virginity or something.

I should really say sorry the next time I see him.

Or maybe even say my name.