(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.

….Oh no.

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.