A/N: Hey everyone! This is a new fanfic of mine. My first one for Twilight. I know start throwing the rotten tomatoes. But hey I like the books, the movies don't do the characters justice. Except Taylor Lautner ^o^. This will be set in New Moon and depending on if it gets read or not I might continue through the series. 

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Happy reading...

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does but I do own my OC Abigail Summers! Enjoy ^o^

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My life was perfect. As simple as that. I had a family who loved me. I had the best things in life, big home, money, my friends and family. I had perfect grades acing all my classes, I was popular. All guys wanted me and all girls wanted to be me. I had the looks and the body. Sounds shallow, I know. But that was my life. And it stayed that way for 16 and a half years. Until that fateful night...

Abigail's POV

"Mum can't I just stay here I don't feel like going out tonight." My mum had planned to have dinner with her best friend Monica in La Push but I didn't want to go I just wanted to stay home and watch movies and avoid a certain person.

"No. because we haven't seen Monica for years Abigail and besides I know why you don't want to go because of a certain young boy by the name of Paul." She said smiling

"God why do have to be so annoying!" I stomp my way back to my room

"Hey! You do not get to speak to me that way. You better be getting ready when you get in your room." I roll my eyes but do as she says.

^^^ Abigail's Outfit ^^^

I grab my black leggings, black tank top, red, black and grey checked shirt. I put my dark chestnut verging on black hair up in a messy bun before grabbing my black tie up zip strap platform chunky heel boots from my floor and slipping them on. I put in my piercings as I go. The clock reads 2pm. Now you were probably wondering why you would leave at this time to have dinner with friends well we live near the border of Canada so to get to La Push it is a 3 hour drive.

I walk towards my door and walk down the stairs to where my parents are waiting "Let's get this over with." I mumble "I heard that." My mum states as she walks pass. I supress the urge to roll my eyes at her and head out the front door. We all get into the car and make our way down the dirt roads through the beautiful green forests towards La Push.

0oOo0o3 hours latero0oOo0

We drive onto a gravel driveway leading to a small cottage on a large block surrounded by the forests. When we get to Monica's house she hugs us all when she gets to me her eyes widen "oh my god! Look how grown up you are. I remember when you were 6 and you only came up to my hips. Anyway Paul's outside if you want to talk to him it's been a few years." She give me a warm smile.

I walk outside through the backdoor suddenly feeling nervous, as I make it out the back I see that the backyard goes into the forest at the back and to the side you have a cliff like surface. That's when I realise that there is an outline of a large broad muscular person standing looking out to the water.

"Paul?" I ask timidly encase this person is not who I think.

I see the body stiffen. I walk closer with nervous steps "Abigail." How he stresses my name through clenched teeth, worries me

"Yeah?" I say back when I make it to him. Upon closer inspection the same caramel coloured eyes of Paul. He's just become much more muscular and taller. My best friend from when we were kids, looks older than 18.

"Go away." The sudden words snap me out of my trance

"Why? I just got here Paul-" he turns around sharply looking into my eyes as if willing for something to happen but nothing does. He breathes deeper

"Leave. Me. Alone!" he snaps at me, I jump back from the sudden volume

"Paul! I wanted to see you. I wanted to see my best friend again!" without knowing why tears began to fill my eyes

"You can't be friends with me anymore. Not since..." bitterness lacing his voice.

"Since what? Why don't you want to be near me all of a sudden?" I ask timidly the tears beginning to fall down my cheeks

"Because I don't care about you. We are not friends. Not anymore." he snaps angrily at me, the tears fall harder now

"Screw. You! Paul Lahote! Are you that repulsed that you are best friends with me? Not a native Quileute? But from a different tribe, Hunh?" I scream back at his face

"You need to leave. NOW!" he's body begins to tremble

"WHY?! Why won't you answer my god damn questions?" I scream as I push him back it was only then that I realised how tall he was, I didn't push him in the chest like I wanted I pushed him in the abdomen. His trembling got worse and his body heat went to a whole new level, it was burning to touch.

It looked like he was holding back. I began to slowly step back the tears now not of sadness by of fear as I see my once best friend. Take the form of a monster. He begins to arch his back and he advances forward it's only then that I turn and run from him. Just seeing two guys emerge from the woods to take Paul. I run into the house. Scared and spooked.

"I want to go home." I state plain and simple. It begins to rain the soft patter on the windows matching that of my mood.

"Abbie why would you want to go home. We only just got here and dinner is half an hour away. It would be rude to leave when Monica has spent her day making food for us." My mum looks at me with pleading eyes.

"Paul and I had a fight. Now I don't want to be here." I state again. My mum sighs, Monica steps in

"How about you have a lie down in the guest room and I'll call you down when we're all about to have dinner? Sound good?" she smiles kindly at me that I can't refuse her offer. So I simply nod my head and make my way up the stairs following her directions to the guest room. I climb into the bed and close my worn out eyes. A knock at the door brings me out of my slumber

"Dinner's ready Abbie." I hear my dad's soft voice all from the door way, I climb out of bed and make my way towards the door where I see him standing there waiting for me. We make our way down the stairs. It's only then that the aroma fills my nostrils.

Roasted lamb and vegetables line the table along with salads, glass wear and cutlery. We all sit down it's when I look across from me that I notice the empty seat. Where Paul would sit. We now our heads for Grace.

"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the food that we are about to eat. Thank you for allowing us to spend the time with our family and friends and to enjoy a hearty warm meal tonight. Amen." We dig into the delicious meal, the adults drinking wine or water while I'm stuck there drinking apple juice from a glass. But hey its apple juice.

"This is marvellous Mon." my mum states to her friend, Monica blushes

"Thank you. I enjoy having more people to cook for." We finish and the adults make their way into the living room to talk I'm left at the table sitting awkwardly.

It's when I get up to leave that I see the figure of Paul enter the backdoor to enter the kitchen. I go to leave when I see his head snap to me, eyes narrowed and nostrils flared. He grabs the prepared plate for him and stalks up the stairs to his room. That's it. "Can we go home? Now." I speak to my parents I see sadness overcome Monica's face. Great.

"Why don't you stay for a while longer? The rain is getting heavier." Monica says to us

"I want to go home." I state yet again this night

"Abigail where are your manners?" my mums hisses back at me 'Gone like my friend' I think in my head

"I'm sorry I just really want to get home. Paul has been anything but nice to me and I-I" I don't finish what I'm going to say cause I get choked up Monica cuts in before my parents can

"It's alright you can all come back later. We will finish this another time."

My parent's reluctantly agree and before I know it we're hugging and kissing goodbye Monica. We made our way outside the rain heavier and colder than expected soaking us to the bone "Look I'm sorry mum but you weren't there..." I begin to say but she cuts me off

"Just get in the car. NOW!" I hurry into the backseat with my mum in the drivers and my dad in the passenger side

"Look Diane. You can't be hard on Abie. We weren't there like she said." I silently thank my dad

"It's not that. It's we haven't seen Monica in so long and to finally see her to have the night ruined by our daughter and Paul fighting. It's just..."

"Well if you just left me at home none of this would have happened." I state as my mum continues to drives

"Can you just...be quiet!" my mum had tears running down her cheeks

"Mum I'm so-" I say quietly

"Diane, do you want to pull over I can drive home?"

"NO! I'm fine!"

The rain pelted down on the front windscreen. Blurring the road, windscreen wipers going the fastest they could to try and show visibility to my mum. "Diane just pull over and wait out the rain." My dad states, mum ignores him and turns her attention back to me. It was in that second that she turned around to stare at me that my life changed. All it took was a second. Looking through the mirror to me

"Why couldn't you have just behaved and put up with tonight? Just once!" All it took was that second for her to take her eyes off the road to stare at me through the mirror

"DIANE!" Before mum could turn back around our car flipped up over the safety railing on the bridge going over a full rushing creek bed.

In the air the car soared until it came crashing down into the water, hitting the rocky bottom rolling the car across the ground even though a strong current was hitting the car. As we rolled I hit my head multiple times on the side window, the car dropped into a rockier area with faster water. The car was lodged in a space with a tree trunk smashing the windows with force, filling the car with water. Mum wasn't moving from the impact and dad's eyes were on me "I'm sorry. I love you" I say to him he smiles sadly when the water begins to fill the car more

"I know you are sweetheart. I love you too." I cry as the water rises more.

Beginning to fill more where my dad was, soon he was fully submerged into the water. My vision begins to go black from the impact on my head as the water laps up against my chin. That was the last thought before everything went black.

0oOo0o7 days latero0oOo0

I breathe in quickly but can't get air in because something is blocking my mouth. I feel my heart racing getting quicker. I try and move my arms but can't feel them, my eyes won't open. All I see is blackness and I struggle more on this surface that I'm on. I hear a door open and the sound of rustling fabric and the sound of shoe soles hitting the floor.

I feel a presence near me and tense but I can't stop the moving as I'm trying to open my eyes. But nothing will allow them, it's as if they are taped shut. I hear a women's voice "get Dr Martin to come quickly." I feel warm soft hands prodding on my face and head. And feel a pressure being lifted off my eyes. I see someone's hands near my eyes with tape on their fingers.

A new person enters the room. I have established that I am in a hospital room if there are doctors and a nurse I'm guessing. "Hey sweetheart. It's alright. We just need you to calm down so we can take this stuff off you. Alright?" I try and nod but can't as I realise there is something keeping my neck in place. A neck brace maybe? I don't even care at this point.

More doctors and nurses come and go checking my vitals taking the tube out of my throat, the relief I felt was indescribable I could breathe on my own now. Some of the many needles in my arms were taken out but most stayed in, giving me different substances, ranging from pain killers to hydration.

As I sit in the bed waiting for my nurse to come back in, I hear hushed quick voices talking behind the sheet that separates the room "she's an orphan now. How do you expect she is going to react, after losing her parents? How she will have to be in foster care then be adopted if she doesn't want to be moved around too many homes." It's a male voice talking before I hear a sigh, than a woman's voice fills the air

"All I'm saying is that we should approach this carefully she is in an unstable state this could break her mentally. She needs to be talked to calmly and she will need counselling to help her overcome her grief."

I hear another sigh "you really care for her hunh?"

"She reminds me of my niece. I can't help but form an attachment." I hear some scribbling, a pen on paper maybe. Then I hear a cough that ends the conversation before I see my doctor and main nurse walk in. Both having a solemn look on their faces.

"They're dead aren't they?" I ask timidly as tears make their way down my face in tracks. I came to that conclusion after I heard the two of them talking about someone waking as an orphan. Plus the fact that my parents aren't in the ICU area like me. Which means they're gone. The lovely nurse has tears in her eyes as she slowly nods her head

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." She comes over and sits beside my bed and allows me to lay my head on her shoulder, crying.

I don't care that I have only meet her briefly. I'm grieving and need a shoulder to cry on.

0oOo0o2 weeks latero0oOo0

^^^ Abigail's Outfit ^^^

I'm sitting on my bed in a black dress, with heels on my feet, hair styled in delicate curls that hang down my back and frame my face. A gold heart locket necklace hangs low on my neck, laying near my heart. This was my mother's favourite necklace. Tears falling in streaks down my face.

Since the accident I have been staying in foster care. Why? Because I lost both of my parents that night. And in an hour it's their funeral, so that's why I am sitting on a bed crying. "Abigail? Honey are you alright?" This was my foster mum Tracey, I have been staying with Tracey and her husband Adam until a permanent home was decided on.

They were a nice couple, couldn't have children so I was their first child they have had to look after, "yeah, what's the time?" I say not looking up

"It's 2 we're going to be leaving in a minute" Tracey made her way over to the bed and sat down and hugged me. I grab a tissue and softly dab at my eyes to make sure none of my makeup smudges. Tracey did my makeup in a natural way so that when I cried there wouldn't be any streaks. It was a nice gesture for her to do.

When we arrived at the funeral I could see Monica crying on the shoulder of her husband, I walked over to Monica with Tracey and Adam following behind me. "I'm so sorry. Monica." She turns around and gasps, then tightly hugging me

"Oh my god. Abbie. I'm so glad you're alright. You have nothing to be sorry about." She said while keeping her arms wrapped around me

"I took them from everyone's life, I took mum from you it's - it's..." I burst into tears while in Monica's arms. I looked up and for a second I swore I saw Paul standing underneath the oak tree in front of me but when I blinked and looked back there he was gone.

Maybe I'm going crazy.

I stood with my hair shielding my face as my mum's and dad's coffins were lowered into the graves dug for them. I had a bouquet of flowers in my hand to place onto their graves after. The priest began to speak before the grave diggers filled in the dirt. I was left crying silently as I was being hugged by so many people and getting condolences.

As everyone was going into their cars to leave Tracey and Adam made their way over to me. I placed the flowers onto the graves, placed my right hand on their head stone "I'm sorry." I got up and began walking away before anyone could speak to me again.

0oOo0oEnd of Chapter 1o0oOo0

A/N: Alright so here is the first chapter of 'Only He Can' I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it even through the tears. Please vote and comment as this will really help me to know people are actually reading this story and will give motivation to keep writing. If you guys want me to add anything to this story like plotwise, I will leave it up to you all to decide for anything in the future to happen.