Sorry, I just realized that I made a spelling error in Chapter 2! It says that a few weeks ago the Social went round to her house, when actually I meant a few years! And I'll fix the past tense/present tense horror that's been going on- it was a while ago that I wrote those chapters and now I've finally gotten the hang on it. Well, here's chapter 9, enjoy and please review! Xx

Kayla's POV

I wake up in the morning, my head throbbing, but keeping my eyes closed. What on earth happened last night? I can feel myself slowly resurface back into consciousness, not remembering anything about what happened last night. Soft blankets are rubbing against my neck softly, the pillow behind my head is warm and cuddly. Then, as sudden as an ice cold bucket of water, I start to remember.

It comes back to me in short waves, trickling into my mind like water- coming home from school, being bored while sitting on my bed, and then-

The party.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, it really happened. I hadn't been dreaming it then, like I wished I had. My eyes scrunch themselves up, desperate to numb the pain of the memories. But they've already done their damage, and I'm awake.

I slowly open my eyes. I quickly realize that I'm not in Forks Orphanage, and in alarm I sit up immediately, clutching the blankets to me. How did I get here? Oh god, I've been kidnapped by a madman. He's going to rape me and kill me, oh my God. My eyes dart around the room in fear, looking for something to use as a weapon or a means of escape.

But then, when I'm just about ready to scream and whimper, I notice a photo frame of a girl. on the mantelpiece. I recognize her as Emily Young- she'd helped out once at the Orphanage. I've never met her, but there's still a photo of her taped to the noticeboard as one of the Helpers.

And just then, as I sat up on the couch, she walked in.

Her face got mauled by a bear, I knew, but even after that she's still really pretty. There's a sympathetic and calming smile on her face, and even though I'm still alarmed at waking up in an unfamiliar home, the mothering quality in it soothes me slightly.

I watch her carefully as she walks toward me, scared as to how I got here.

"I suppose you're wondering what on earth you're doing here," Emily says, sitting in the lumpy seat across from me, smiling comfortingly. "My husband, Sam, found you asleep in the woods and brought you back here."

I barely pay attention to the fear in me anymore, and my face turns into an aghast expression.

"I was asleep? Oh god, my brother's always warned me about falling asleep in the woods, he's going to be so mad!" my hands shoot up to cover my mouth in shock.

"Yes, it's very dangerous, but perhaps he'll forgive you this once: Sam told me that you were very upset when he found you," she says, voice starting stern and ending with sadness. "Do you live with him? Your brother?"

"No, I don't," I try my best to give her a small smile. But I can't wait till I do... "Thank you for saving me."

"Oh honey, it was nothing. Would you like some breakfast? It's still early, school doesn't start for another hour and a half," she asks, standing up. Her smile, which on most people would be looking stiff by now, remains soothing and comforting.

I smile as best I can while I'm still upset over Brady, no longer alarmed. Emily used to work in the Orphanage, and the social workers there all told me that she's lovely. And anyway, if she's planning on taking me to school, the food won't be poisoned.

I stand up, placing the soft blankets back on the sofa. When my feet are supporting my weight though, I realize that I feel so weak. The crying had obviously worn me out last night.

Still dressed in my pale pink dress, I follow Emily to a small kitchen, where she's laid out the most gorgeous looking breakfast foods I've ever seen. There's pancakes, fresh fruit, muffins, toast, tea and coffee. I try not to gasp. The breakfast at the Orphanage is just cereals and a bit of toast, never anything special- although they do make you pancakes on your birthday.

"Wow," I say, eyes wide. My nose breathes in the gorgeous smelling food.

Emily laughs, a dish towel in her hand.

"Dig in."

The breakfast is amazing. Emily is the best cook in the history of the world. The muffins taste especially delicious- blueberry, my favorite. I no longer feel alarmed that I'm here, it feels very homey- and of course I'm not used to homey. Emily sits across from me, eating her breakfast

"So, where's your husband gone?" I ask, popping a piece of blueberry muffin into my mouth.

"Oh, he's out at work, but he'll be back soon to give you a ride back home so you can get ready for school. What's your address?" She stretches her right arm to reach for a pen and pad.

"32 Limetree Road," I reply, sipping my sweet tea.

Emily nods, her mouth moving to the words, while she scribbles it down. Then, the pen stops writing and she looks up at me in shock, sadness, and disbelief.

"That's the Orphanage," she croaks, her brow furrowing in sadness.

I just smile at her sadly. I get this reaction from adults a lot- teachers and nurses. But thankfully nobody in the school knows that I live in the Orphanage yet. They would laugh, and then I'd forever be known as 'The Orphan Girl', the subject of behind the hand whispers of people to their friends.

"Oh, honey," she smiles sadly, and I can see tears in her eyes. I'm slightly taken aback- no-one has ever cried for me before. Maybe Jordan has, but if so he's never told me about it.

Emily leans across the table and places her hand on mine for a second.

Her husband, Sam, comes back after a while. I can hear his heavy footsteps on his way through the front door. I sit up in my chair, nervous about meeting him. This guy had carried me through the woods in the middle of the night, and I'm scared that he'll be the huge big-bellied man I'm imagining in my head. Even if he is, I'm eternally grateful to him for saving me from the possible horrors that would have faced me if I had been left in the woods.

But when he walks in the kitchen, Sam's not at all what I was expecting. He's just an ordinary Quiluete husband, with a nice looking face. There's a feeling of command that surrounds him somehow, as if he's always the one in charge.

"Good morning," he smiles at me, after giving Emily a long kiss on the cheek. They look so in love that it pains my heart, reminding me of Brady. Somehow I manage to push Brady back out of my mind and keep a smile on my face.

"Morning. Thank you for bringing me back last night, I don't like to think about what could've happened."

"Oh, you're welcome, it was no problem. School starts in an hour, I'd best take you home to get changed," he says, looking down at his watch.

"Okay, here's the address," Emily hands him the ripped piece of paper with my address on it. His eyes don't widen in surprise of anything, I don't think he knows what it is yet. He will soon- I think grimly. Although the Orphanage isn't horrid, I would like adults to see me as just a girl- not 'The Orphan Girl'. Luckily, whatever adults I meet keep it to themselves that I live in an Orphanage, they have to keep my privacy safe.

Emily and Sam don't seem like gossips though, hopefully they'll know to keep my secret.