(A/N: The main character of this story also happens to be the Nameless Brunette from my Twilight oneshot. This is her story. I don't own Twilight, just this plot, and my characters.)
My dark eyes slowly began to open. At first, I had no clue as to where I was. All I knew at the moment was that I was lying on a couch, my head on a pillow and a blanket on my body. Hmm…it was a lot nicer than my old foster home… I rolled onto my back, and saw a ceiling fan rotating above me. I couldn't move; I hadn't the strength to yet. From the lighting of the room I was in, it could tell that it was growing late.
I soon felt my strength return to me, and I pushed myself up. I was soon looking out of a window, and I could see the downpour outside.
"Oh, you're awake," I suddenly heard.
I shuttered, and looked around. Had someone been watching me sleep? That was…creepy. I didn't like being watched, neither when I was asleep, or when I was awake. My eyes fell upon a man sitting in an arm chair behind me. It was then I allowed myself to relax. It was just Mr. Lune.
"You scared me," I gasped.
"Sorry," said Mr. Lune. He got up and knelt by the couch. "You've been sleeping for a few hours. I decided to wait until you were awake to make dinner."
"Oh, thank you, sir…I mean…Dad…"
I rubbed the back of my neck. I wasn't used to using that word. I hadn't had a read dad since I was 5 years old. Mr. Lune must've sensed this, for then he said,
"You don't have to call me that yet if you're not comfortable."
I gave him a grateful smile, and I got up from the couch.
"Is it alright if I help you make dinner Dad…uh…Mr. Lune?" I asked.
"Of course, Rachel," the middle-aged man replied, his eyes soft and kind. I had always wanted to see eyes like that…
Mr. Lune led me into his kitchen, and I squinted at the sudden change in lighting. I watched as the black-haired man reached into his fridge.
"How would you feel about lasagna and some fresh, hot bread rolls?" he asked me.
"That sounds delicious," I purred, rubbing my rumbling stomach.
I heard a deep chuckle come from Mr. Lune's throat, and he pulled ingredients from the fridge. I joined his side at the kitchen counter.
Before me was a large slice of steaming lasagna, and a pair of warm rolls. I licked my lips eagerly. Immediately after saying grace I dug in, tasting magnificent flavors of cheese, tomato, and butter. I closed my eyes in bliss. Mr. Lune's chuckle entered my ears again.
"Hungry, aren't you?" he joked.
I opened my eyes, and smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sorry," I began. "I just…It all looked so delicious."
Mr. Lune beamed at me, and I returned to my meal. God, it had been such a long time since I got to eat dinner at a table. I wasn't allowed to in my old home.
My eyes widened as I realized my mistake. I slowed my eating to a stop as memories began flooding my head.
"You brought that girl here without my permission, Elizabeth."
"B-But, Winston…I thought-"
I could hear the cringe-worthy sound of a hand striking skin. I dropped my fork, and began breathing heavily.
"Why the hell would you disobey me!?"
"I….I just wanted a child, Winston! I thought…"
In my mind I could hear screaming and pleading. I started to shiver, succumbing into the past.
"Rachel?" Mr. Lune's voice began to bring me back to reality. "Rachel!"
Slowly I looked up at Mr. Lune. It was at that time I felt the moistness of tears on my cheeks. Mr. Lune stared at me, his blue eyes filled with concern. He reached over with a hand, and instantly I shrank back. But after a few moments of hesitation, I let Mr. Lune touch my cheek.
"You ok, sweetie?" he asked me in a soothing voice.
I nodded, but inside, I definitely wasn't ok.