Note: I don't own anything you recognize...there is swearing in this story so be aware...i have pulled some direct dialogue from the movie in the later half of the story...it's my first and probably only Twilight story so please don't flame me if you don't like it...with that, Enjoy!

"It's a date if you think it is and this is what I think it is."

His lips crashed onto my own. The kiss was a mix of hardness and desperation. It softened as he pulled me closer to him over the seat of the truck. I wasn't minding the kiss until I felt his hand creep up the front of my shirt. I pushed it away and tried to break off the kiss. His large hand caught me around the neck and held me in place.

Not again, I thought as I let out a whimper at Paul.

He wasn't letting up so I used the cast to come down on his leg. I had really wanted to nail him in the balls but the way he was sitting didn't allow for it. Paul ignored the blow and kept kissing me. He tried to push me back against the door to lay me down but I struggled. It was getting harder to breathe since his lips hadn't left mine yet.

The driver's door was ripped open and Paul was pulled off of me. I scrambled back against my door and watched Sam haul him across the yard. I could tell the older man was going to tear into him and while I felt like I was going to be sick, I couldn't let it happen. That was my job. My hand opened the door and I stumbled out.

"Paul I-don't-know-your-last-name, what the fuck was that? All I asked was a simple question and you took that as approval to attack me? How could you not see that I didn't want it? A kiss would have been fine but not that. Until you realize what you did was wrong, I don't want to see you. I'm not going to relive things long buried just because you think you deserve to be fucked."

I stormed into the house and went up to the guest room. I hadn't even realized that I had been crying during my speech but what I said was true. I really didn't want to remember things that happened years ago but I was sure that I would have a few nightmares because of it. I didn't bother to leave the room until Sue called me down for dinner.

"Are you alright, sweetie? Paul's been sitting outside since the argument."

"Until I'm ready, he can sit out there. I'm not ready to see him," I replied, as a shudder ran through my entire body.

Seth had asked what happened and while he wasn't that younger than me, he really didn't need to know his friend was a grabby bastard. I helped to clean up and went back upstairs afterwards to read.

I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I stilled my body. I knew how much trouble I would be in if I continued to struggle. His hand caressed my cheek before running down to my chest. While it squeezed and kneaded it like dough, his other hand was pulling down my panties. Every inch of my body wanted to fight him off but Mom couldn't take another beating.

"That's it. Be a good little girl for your daddy."

A small scream escaped my lips as I woke up. It took me a second to realize where I was and that the doorway was filled with people. Sue, Seth, Leah and Paul all stared at me with concern. I backed myself away from them, hitting the edge of the bed and falling off onto the floor. Paul stepped closer and I backed up to the wall.

"Mikayla, are you OK?" Sue asked, not wanting to spook me even more.

"Peachy. Sorry to wake you. Just a typical nightmare. I'll be fine in a few minutes."

Sue nodded and ushered everyone away. She closed the door behind her and I sighed before getting up. There was no way I would be able to sleep now so I pulled out my laptop and waited while it booted up. It wasn't long before I was signed into a message board that I hadn't visited since the last time I had nightmares.

I lasted nearly 3days without sleep. Sue and Seth were getting concerned and Paul looked like he hadn't slept either. The only reason I ended up asleep was because I found protection, security, and warmth. I found it all in the older brother I hadn't known about.

The day was going pretty much the same as the previous ones but then a small package was delivered to me. It was the enhanced photo of my father. I nervously opened the package and gazed down at the man who helped create me.

If only you had stuck around. I wouldn't be this screwed up, I thought.

"Is that the photograph?" Sue asked, coming into the living room.

"It is. They were able to do a good job. It's quite clear," I said, handing over the picture.

When her eyes took in the photo, I knew she recognized the man. She handed it back and offered to call the elders together so I could show them. I shook my head and looked at her.

"There's no reason to call the elders when you know who this is. Please tell me."

"Talk to Sam."

Clutching the photo in my hand, I left the house. Paul immediately jumped up and silently asked what I was doing.

"I need to see Sam."

Paul escorted me over to Sam and Emily's house and promised to grab Sam from whatever he was doing with the army. Emily took me in and gave me a glass of lemonade while we waited for her husband.

"Do you recognize this man?"

She let out a small gasp and clutched onto my hand. Emily didn't give me more than that. Sam and Paul came running into the house. It wasn't the first time that I've seen them shirtless so when I was greeted with glistening skin, I didn't blink twice.

"Who is this?" I asked, handing him the photo.

"Where did you get this?"

"It's mine. It's the only thing I have of my father."

Sam collapsed into a chair while the photo fluttered to the floor.

"His name is Joshua Uley, my father."

I had a brother. We shared one look before he tugged me over into a hug. Warmth radiated off of him and instinctively I curled into him. Tears escaped my eyes as I pictured how my life would have been if I had known about my brother. Sam picked me up and let me sit in his lap on the chair so I could curl up even more against him. I thought I heard growling but ignored it.

Several hours later, I woke up, still curled up in Sam's arms but on the couch now. Paul was sitting in a chair across from us and when he saw that I was wake, his face lit up. He gave me a small smile but didn't speak to me.

"How do you feel, Mikayla?"

"Wiped but excited. I've always been an only child."

"So have I so we'll go at this together."

I got off his lap but didn't move that far from him. Emily brought me over a plate of food to eat but I was more focused on getting to know my brother.

"I could have used a brother when I was younger," I whispered. "None of it would have happened."

Sam and I spent the rest of the day talking, getting to know each other. At one point, Sam seemed to order Paul to leave since the guy still hadn't left my vicinity. Sam explained how Joshua left his mother and him when he was quite young and hasn't heard from him since. For all we knew, there were more siblings out there somewhere.

He escorted me home to Sue's house and promised to speak to the elders about me. If I was to be part of the tribe then I should learn about the legends and traditions. I hugged him goodbye and entered the house. Seth and Paul were inside playing a video game. Paul's dark eyes searched my own and a part of me realized I would need to speak with him.

"Let me grab something to drink and we can head upstairs to talk. If you pull any of the same shit from the truck, I will try to crush what makes you a man with my cast."

Grabbing two cans of pop from the fridge, I led Paul up to the guest bedroom. Sam had offered me a room at his place but he needed the privacy with Emily. He gave me carte blanche to come over whenever I felt like it though. I sat against the headboard of the bed with my legs tucked up to my chest while Paul took a seat at the end of the bed.

"The man who raised me wasn't a very nice man. He would beat on my mother until she was black and blue. He didn't often raise a hand to me unless I really pissed him off. He had another way of controlling me, starting when I was 8. It went on until I was 14 when he brought a friend over for some fun. I screamed so loud that our neighbour called the police. I spilled my guts about everything to the officer and he was taken into custody that night."

"I'll kill him. Where is he?" Paul seethed.

"Jail. Mom hadn't known about the sexual abuse but confirmed the beatings and such while in court. He ended up getting 20years."

"I'm so sorry, Mikayla. I really shouldn't have pushed myself on you like that but there was something in that kiss that made me want more."

"If this is going to happen between us, you will need to give me space when I ask for it. I've done the counselling and therapy but I haven't been with anyone else so I'm bound to have minor freak outs."

"No one?"

"Every time I had a crush, my mind would wonder if he would end up like him and that ended that quickly. I had one guy friend who I was close to, and no, there was no possible hooking up with him since he's gay. He acted as my protector when it became known around school. He's up at university now so I don't get to see him often."

"My dad used to beat on my mom and me too. It never went as far as what happened to you but she never got the courage to leave. They died in a car crash when I was 15. Jared's mom took me in and raised me until I was 18. Some ways I see her as being more of my mother than my own was."

"To two screwed up people," I toasted, raising the can of pop.

Paul smiled and toasted with me.