Hi! This is my first fan fiction I really hope you like it. Please feel free to send feedback and I live a stressful life but will do my best to update as much and as fast as possible.

I know a lot of you have questions about Rosalie's death and Emmett will tell that story at some point but just not right away. That and I still have not worked out the fine details of that yet. On that note though the chapter for that one has been started but it is one of my hardest to write because I loved her character.

Thank you for reading my story. Please review and let me know what you think.

This world belongs to S.M. I just borrowed them.

VPOV:

Alexandra wrapped her skinny little arms around my neck, gave me one of her big sloppy kisses and left with Renesmee. That just left me alone with mister cute crazy driver. I had no idea what to say to him. Without Alexandra and Renesmee I had no idea what to say to him. My inner dialogue wasn't helping either. All that was doing was making me feel like pulling the covers up and pretending to be sleepy and I know that is not what I wanted to do. I wasn't even a little tired.

Emmett grabbed the deck of cards and started shuffling them really fast. It wasn't the first time I noticed he was moving really fast. Maybe the guy took speed or something.

"So you want to play some cards?" he asked me as he set the deck on the table.

"Only if we can play 20 questions too," I have no idea where that come from but I suddenly wanted to get to know this guy.

He laughed at me a little and pulled his sleeves up. "If you get to ask questions so do I, one of one?"

"Deal. I go first?"

"Only if we play poker!" he grinned at me like he had something up his sleeve.

"I don't know how to play how about spades?

"I can handle that."

"Great and you have to answer all questions honestly?"

"That goes for you too." He picked up the cards and started dealing them out.

"Ok me first…um… wow ah… why are you sticking around?"

"Wow, go for the big one first. Honestly I don't know. I feel bad you got hurt and I kind of want to get to know you. I mean my whole family seams to already know you so I figured I should get to know you too. It's kind of weird us running into each other like we did."

"Yeah, your turn."

"Um… where are you from?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes seriously."

"Florida. Kissimmee area. What about you? Where are you from?"

"Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Age?"

"Nineteen, what about you?"

"Nineteen? How do you have a three year old?"

"Oh…" my face heated up and I looked at my lap. "It wasn't my choice"

"Crap. I'm sorry you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I was just surprised you are young." He said fumbling around with his words.

"It's alright Gram use to say talking about what happened would help me heal." I set the cards down and took a drink from my water container. "I was at summer camp and they held an end of summer dance. Alexandra's father put something in my drink and then raped me. I was waiting for the right one not the right now and he took that from me. The only good thing that came out of that was my baby."

"I'm sorry you had to go thru with that. What did your parents do about it?" he seemed to forget that we had started a card game and leaned in closer to me.

"When I refused to have an abortion they shipped me off to my maternal grandmother. When I gave birth and decided to keep Alexandra they disowned me. They even went as far as to have a funeral for me. When they did that my Gram disowned them." I kind of spilled the ugly truth on his lap and then lay back against my pillows with my eyes closed. I felt like all my energy ran out of me and I didn't want to see the pity in his eyes.

I could hear the table get pushed aside and then I felt a cold finger wipe away a rouge tear that had managed to sneak out. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you."

I opened my eyes and gave him a small smile, "I'm sorry. It happened a long time ago. I shouldn't cry about it anymore."

He sat back down, "yeah you shouldn't be sad, you should be mad. You didn't deserve any of that shit. What happened the douche bag?"

I laughed a little. "Being angry only makes a person bitter and I have better things to do with my energy than swelter in bitterness. Harold is still out there somewhere. Collage would be my guess. Some day he will get what he has coming to him. Karma is a bitch that way."

"How can you be so calm about it? He destroyed your life and what kinds of parents just disown their kid like that?" his anger was evident on his face.

"The kind of parents that are so self absorbed that they hire a nanny to raise their children, the kind that only had kids to begin with because it made them look good, the kind that only are around for major holidays, and the kind that kick their children out when something happens that will make them look bad." I sighed deeply, "I forgive them though, and the only thing I hate about it is I will never see my brother and sister. They think I am dead."

"Wow. You are amazing, you…"

"No I'm not! I am not amazing. I fall apart every time something happens. I visited my own grave last year and contemplated killing myself on top of it. I ate to the point that I gained 190 pounds over what is a healthy weight. I gave up on my dreams. I'm here because of her and only her. If Dr. Cullen is wrong and she dies it will be over. There is nothing left for me. I live out of my car or in my daughter's hospital room. Everything I own is either in her room or where ever you had the stuff from my car taken. When she gets out of here we have nowhere to go. I don't want to be a charity case but I can't go out and get a job right now. I hate wasting even one moment away from her because she could die. The only other person who ever really cared about me died last year. There is no one else in this world that gives a rat's ass about me. The inheritance I got from Gram is just about gone because I have spent the money on things like gas for the car and oh the dreaded things called food. Alexandra's last birthday I bought her presents from good will. Yeah she doesn't care but I couldn't even get her something that was new. I am not amazing I am pathetic! " I was mad and couldn't seem to shut up. The tears were really flowing now and I couldn't seem to stop them either.

My brain must be messed up. I never cry in front of people. I never even cried in front of Gram. Now… now I am telling this complete stranger my stupid sob story and crying like a little baby. Even worse I actually laid my head on his shoulder and cried when he sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. His cool embrace felt nice but it was really pathetic of me.

After awhile he stuffed a tissue in my hand and I blew my nose and wiped my eyes, "I'm really sorry. This bump has messed me up it seems. I really did not mean to break down on you. You are very kind to let me cry on you."

He chuckled softly, "you sure you are from this century?"

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry it's just, well, sometimes you speak kind of old fashioned. Especially when you are trying to be ok."

"My first nanny was an English woman. She was really big on proper grammar and speech. What about you? You have heard just about everything about me and I can't bear to think about it anymore. Please tell me about you. "

"Scoot over and let's get comfy." He said pushing me gently.

I giggled and scooted over so he could sit next to me, "you know my Gram would have a fit if she caught a guy in bed with me like this or any other way."

He grinned at me and laughed, "Your Gram would like me. I'm not the bad guy."

"Well kind of not. You did run into my car," I teased.

"Yeah I did. Guess there is a first time for everything."

We didn't talk about my past anymore but I learned all kinds interesting things about Emmett. I knew he liked computers and computer games, any kind of fun that could be had and his family was really important. However I got the impression there was something he was leaving out. There is just something sad about him. Not just in his eyes but deep down. I didn't want to press though. He will tell me when he is ready.

By the end of the night we were be friends… of sorts. He even hinted that after I got released I should come and check out his gym. He was sweet about it and said that he could help me get back to a healthy weight if I was willing to do the work for it. One of his perks of being employed there was that he could get me a complementary membership if I wanted it. I told him I would think about it.

He left around 8 am because he had to work. He promised he would be back when I get released so he could take me car shopping.