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You want to run away, yeah

You're on your way

Run away child, running wild

Roaming through the city, going nowhere fast

You're on your own at last.

Hey it's getting late, where will you sleep

Getting kind-a hungry, you forgot to bring something to eat

Oh lost with no money, you start to cry.

But remember you left home, wanting to be grown

So dry your weeping eyes.

Siren screaming down, neon light is flicking

You want your mama.

Ah there's nothing for you.

You're frightened and confused, I want my mama

But she's much too far away; she can't hear a word you say.

You want to hitch a ride and go home

But your mama told you never trust a stranger

And you don't know which way to go; streets are dark and deserted,

Not a sound nor sign of life.

How you long to hear your mother's voice, because you're lost and alone,

But remember you make the choice.

You're lost in this great big city, not one familiar face,

Ain't it a pity?

Oh run away child, running wild.


*Flashback*

I'd been roaming the streets for what felt like days but the sun still hadn't appeared yet. I'd bought myself a sandwich from small newsagent a while ago but my stomach still rumbled. I ignored it; I was used to surviving on little food, considering how little I ate at home on a regular basis. My feet ached as I walked on but I knew if I stopped the cold would kick in and that'd be worse than the hunger or the pain in my feet. I had yet to find somewhere to sleep and as I'd been walking I'd noticed how the people began to 'look rougher' and the buildings seemed more 'run-down' so unless I planned on increasing my chances of being mugged or raped on my first night, I'd stay on the move.

I was passing another street corner and another scantily dressed young woman when I saw a neon sign. 'Waitress wanted'. I looked up at the building and saw it was a bar named 'Liams Lass' with a neon green shamrock flashing beside the name. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was an Irish pub. I went inside and it was packed with people. Which is impressive seeing as it was 2:30 a.m. I went up to the bar counter and flagged down the bartender. A pale, middle-aged man with shaggy black hair and green eyes came towards me. ''What can I get ya', darling'?'' His Irish accent was obvious as he spoke.

''I saw the ad in the window, for a waitress?'' I watched as understanding dawned on him and he leaned over the bar to study me from head to toe. I didn't feel sexual or anything so I allowed myself to remain at ease, he seemed okay. ''Hmm, you got a resume?'' I started at him blankly, trying to think of something to say. He only laughed. ''I'm only messing ya', you'll be paid $7 an hour and you'll start now. That okay?'' I let out a breath of relief and nodded. ''That's perfect'' I replied. He smiled at me and I found myself smiling back. ''What's your name then, doll?''

''Kelly'' I replied. ''Kelly Masen.''

*Flashback*


Kelly Masen.

I hadn't been Kelly in a long time. She'd saved me then, hopefully she won't let me down now. Once I was dressed in a pair of jeans, a black tank-top and a pair of flat ankle boots, I made my way downstairs to eat breakfast. I heard a lot of noise and bustle coming from what I presumed was the kitchen/dining room. As soon as I set foot in the room everything went silent. My eyes sought out a familiar face and Jake smiled at me when my eyes met his. ''Kelly, come sit down.'' I did as he asked and took the empty seat beside him. ''Everyone this is Kelly, Kelly this is everyone.'' He motioned to the table and the guys each gave me a slight nod and a few gave me some winks. Jake continued the introductions by telling each man's name, like I had a hope of remembering. I knew there was a Hugh, Colin, Seth, Jared, Olli, Ben and Chris; I just didn't know who was who. The last two men that worked on the ranch were Garrett and Sam but they both had wives and kids and had their own homes at the edge of the ranch.

After breakfast I was introduced to Mrs Cope, the housekeeper. She was a lovely, little woman and after my insistence she assured me there would be some jobs I could do around the house. I went outside and watched the men ride across the yard on their horses. I had nothing better to do so I wandered around the ranch for a bit. I found the main barn where they kept most of the horses and I walked through it looking at the animals. The last horse on the right of the barn was an absolute beauty. It was a chocolate-brown mare and I had just fallen completely in love with her.

''I see you've met Sundae.'' A soft, masculine voice came from behind me and made me jump. I whirled around and was met with a familiar pair of baby blue eyes. ''Riley!'' I screeched and slapped his arm. ''Hey, Bells'' He chuckled softly and brought me in for a hug. ''Kelly'' I mumbled into his shoulder. ''Ahh yes, Ms Masen isn't it?'' He pulled back and looked at me with an amused glint in his eyes. ''Pity, I still think you should have taken up my offer of becoming Mrs Biers while you were here'' He smiled flirtatiously at me while he said this and I felt myself blush. As quick as anything Riley's face became serious and he examined me in a way I'd expect of a doctor or nurse. ''How are you?'' He said stoically. I kept my face blank while I replied, ''I'm fine.'' His jaw tensed and I could tell he didn't believe me. ''Riley, I swear I'm okay.'' He nodded at me and I decided to change the subject. ''So Sundae huh?'' I asked and motioned towards the horse at my left. He grinned and nodded at me.


*Flashback*

I was finishing up another night at Liam's when Phil asked me to cover the bar. He always asked me because unlike the others, I didn't mind staying longer after my shift. The money I earned from my work here bought me dinner and breakfast and a trip to the public swimming pool two or three times a week so I could snag a shower but that was about it. With the remaining money I'd had from my trip, I'd bought a few blankets and a sleeping bag. I'd also managed to find a hidden, quiet spot in one of the alleys near the bar where so far I'd been able to sleep without being bothered and there was a small hole in the wall behind a dumpster where I could hide my things during the day.

It was hard for sure but I was determined to persevere. Lately when life throws a problem my way, I refuse to panic and I get by. Like when news of a 16-year-old runaway from Forks, WA had reached New York and Phil had started looking at me strangely and asking me where I was from, I'd told him to trust me and that I knew what I was doing and he'd left it at that. I liked Phil; I trusted him and I knew I was lucky to have walked into his bar.

By the time I was back in my spot in the alley and huddled into my blankets and sleeping bag for the night, it was around 3 a.m. and I was wrecked. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard some shouting. This wasn't unusual seeing as it was NYC but this noise sounded closer to me than normal. I could hear the tell-tale sounds of someone having the shit kicked out of them and some verbal bashing along the lines of 'son of a bitch', 'motherfucker' and commonly repeated 'cunt'. I huddled further into myself and stayed as quiet as possible. I listened for what felt like hours to the sound of some random persons heading being bashed in before it went quiet. I let out a shaky breath and heard someone spit on the ground. I could hear a grunt and some feet shuffling over to the dumpster beside me. Fortunately I was on the other side of the dumpster and they couldn't see me from the front. I heard them lift open the dumpster lid and dump what I presumed was a body inside.

I was a quiet as a mouse as I heard the feet moving away from the dumpster again. I counted to 240 in my head before I started breathing again but apparently I hadn't waited long enough. I could hear a shuffle of feet and then silence. As if someone was taking a long pause. ''Did you hear that'' I heard one voice say. ''Yeah, shh.'' Another replied. I was frozen and silently scolding myself for being stupid enough as to breath! The first voice was rough and intimating whereas the second was deep and masculine yet gruff and sexy. Either way I had no doubt these men who had just dumped a body in a dumpster wouldn't welcome my presence here a whole lot. I stayed silent and the minutes went by until I saw a mouse scurry out from the dumpster beside me and in my tension-filled state, the shock of seeing the mouse made me let out a tiny squeak before I silenced myself again. But I knew it was too late.

''Fuck, dude there's someone here.'' The first voice spoke again. 'No fucking shit, find them.'' The second replied. I was currently shitting myself. Not literally but just about. I could hear the feet moving about the alley way and some were approaching the dumpster again. I held my breath and didn't move but it made no difference and I soon heard a ''what the fu-'' It was the second voice. I refused to look up. I kept my mouth shut and my eyes closed in hope they'd disappear. ''Who the fuck are you'' The deep voice commanded. The weirdest thing about this moment? I was getting turned on by that voice. I finally let out a breath, opened my eyes and looked up into a beautiful, scowling face with a pair of dazzling emerald eyes. Well hello there Mr Murderer.

He was still looking at me as if he was actually expecting an answer and as I opened my mouth to reply, I was cut off by another voice. ''Kelly?'' I looked up in shock at the first man who'd just appeared as did the second man. ''Emmett'' I gasped in surprise while the second man near shouted '' You know her?'' Emmett looked down at me with his own shock evident in his face. ''Well I- yeah, She works down at Phil's place. You know his dad's bar? She's served me a couple of times.'' He turned to me then. ''What the hell you doing on the street, missy?'' I just started at him unbelieving that big, 'ol, softy Emmett who came in every Thursday, was a murderer.

My gaze was drawn to the still scowling, gorgeous specimen in front of me. ''Well fuck, get up girl.'' I gaped at him, my earlier fear gone and now replaced with anger. ''Excuse me?'' He seemed to be slightly shocked at my response whereas Emmett just chuckled. ''Come on, we ain't leaving you lying in this shit hole, especially after what you just saw.'' He told me, bringing a hand through his hair and finally bringing it to my notice. His hair was looked brown in the dark of the night but thanks to the streetlights, I could see it was a slight copper colour. I glanced down his form and found my mouth water at his body. I had a particular weakness for down-right hot or sexy guys and this man was down-right hot and sexy. My head was telling me to stay as far away from this man as possible but I took the hand he'd offered me and stood up. It didn't escape my notice the way his gaze flitted down my form, stopping at places he deemed appropriate to stop, I didn't.

When he reached my face and I found a cocky smirk to reside on his. ''Well babe, nice to meet ya, I'm Ed.'' His hand had left mine and had curled itself around my elbow. There was a faint smell of gun powder, (which I knew the smell of because of my dad) whiskey and mint. Mhhm. He was wearing all black. He looked dangerous, but that observation was stupid as I'd basically just witnessed him kill a person. He looked like trouble but that observation was stupid too considering how blatantly obvious that fact was aswell. But for some reason there was something about his that made me willing to go with him, wherever the fuck he was going.

''What's you real name'' I asked. He looked at me in surprise and confusion. ''What'd ya' mean?'' He asked. ''Surely your mama didn't name you just Ed, did she?'' I asked him with a slight smile on my face. I was painfully aware on his one hand on my elbow and the other that had somehow slipped onto my hip. I welcomed to heat radiating off him and how it made my private parts tingle. He was looking at me with a strange look on his face but replied nevertheless. ''Edward, but ain't no-one call me that.'' I found my eyes drawn towards his lips as he spoke. They were so pretty and tempting. ''Well, someone does now, Edward.'' I took note on the way his eyes darkened as I purred his name. His smirk was back in place and he was pulling me towards a black SUV where Emmett was stood waiting for us. A Black SUV, I thought laughing to myself, how fucking cliché.

*Flashback*


There it is. Thank-you all for the reviews on the last chapter and all of you who favourite this story or followed it, it is all much appreciated. This story probably won't be updated next week because I have to update Drift; I've been neglecting that story. I'm hoping to wrap it up soon though, so I can focus completely on WY.

The lyrics at the top are taken from The Temptations – Runaway Child, Running Wild.

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