Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer except the original characters Nikki, David and Marie. I also own the plot line.
I do not own any part of the Twilight series
So my story Where Do I Belong has gone on a small hiatus simply because I didn't like the way I started it, yeah I know it only has one chapter but give me a break will 'ya. So this story is going to take it's place.
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I was never one for living by the rules, I believed in living my life to the fullest one day at a time. It was the way I lived ever since me and my mother died when I was fifteen. The loss of my mother hit me hard and I want into a shell never letting anyone in and never letting my true self out. My best friend Paul tried but I simply ignored him until he gave up, well I thought he gave up but I heard he'd gotten ill with something. But at the time I didn't care all I wanted was my mother back, the one person who was by my side apart from Paul as I was bullied day in day out. You see my father is full Quileute where was my mother was a pale face which makes me half. And some people decided to make fun of that, and it resulted in both me and Paul getting kicked out of school a few times for fighting my bullies.
After my mother died my father packed us up and moved us to San Diego, California in hopes of starting a new life. And start a new life is what I did. There was one main sport, well night sport that was the main attraction in San Diego and that was Street Racing. I watched and race one night and I knew from that moment on I had found something to make me whole again even if it was for a few moments. A few moments where your whole life depends on how well you can control your car, one slip up and you'll never see your next sunrise.
My dad was always interested in cars; he was always fixing them up in his spare time. So when I knew I wanted to be a street racer I went to him and let's just say he wasn't impressed at all. Though after getting my hands on a scrap car, an empty shell of a Nissan Skyline Gtr and devoting all of my time to bringing it to life. And I mean all of my time, I started skipping school cutting down my sleeping. After seeing this, my dad came around and helped me bring the car to life, but my father being the person he is made me make a promise.
"Keep yourself safe, I don't want to be burying you beside your mother so soon"
When my father said those words to me I saw the main in his eyes and I made that promise and also a promise to my self. A promise that I would never cause my father pain, I would make sure that I was one of the best street racers but at the same time I would also be the safest. As I turned sixteen and devoted my time to getting my driving techniques perfected I met a fellow street racer by the name of Melia, well Melia to me, to everyone in the Street racing business she was known as Long Beach, her racing name, a play on where she was from. She taught me how to push my limits, how to learn where my boundary line was and extend it. The two of us because more them friends, she became like my sister the only person who I let see under the mask I had learnt to wear so well.
Three weeks after meeting Melia I had my first race and I came in first place, I felt something I've never felt before in my life and it filled every single fibre of my body and it made me feel as though I was invincible and could take anything on. After that I kept racing and earned a name for myself, well kind of. I went by the name Chaos and every time I climbed behind the wheel of the car I became her. Kind of like a split personality and it was my way of dealing with things, becoming someone else. My father never asked any questions and I never told him anything, we lived like that up until the morning of my seventeenth birthday. I had just done a race the night before and I was driving Melia home when a car slammed into the side of us slamming the car of the side of the road.
All I remember was the sound of shattering glass and screaming, I woke up in the hospital three days later to my father a look of worry etched on his face and two police officers stood in the doorway. The police officers explained to me that the driver of the other car had been drunk and hadn't seen us, well so he said. The only thing that had gotten to me and caused me to cry a river of tears was when they told me Melia had died on impact. Once again I felt like my whole world was caving in, I had lost another person who had meant so much to me, one of the few people who saw the real me. Realization dawned on me that I only had my father left now and I swore on everything in me that I would never let anyone else get close to me, as that way I wouldn't have to go through the pain of losing another person.
When I was released from hospital I spent every minute of every day in my room, I never left, I never ate and I hardly cared for my appearance. My father seeing the pain was in decided to once again pack us up and move us, but this time he was taking us back to La Push. To begin with I hated the idea of moving back to the place where the memories of losing my mother were, but I realised that here held memories of losing someone so I couldn't really use that as an argument. Plus I could see my father missed his brother, Sam Uley.
I never really liked my Uncle Sam, especially after he broke Leah Clearwater's heart and started dating her cousin. That didn't settle well with me and I hated my uncle since. But my father never saw a problem with his brother so I learnt to keep my opinion to myself. And as I sat there and listened to my father beg me to come back to La Push with him I knew I had to. Ever since my mum died he has done everything he can to keep my happy, the least I could do was return the favour.
So that leads me to where I am now, sat on a plane bound for Port Angeles. I don't know what to expect from going back home, will everything be the way I left it. How is Paul after he got ill when I left. So may questions, with very little answers. But I do know that I am going into this with an open mind, as hell nothing else can happen to turn my world upside down. Can it?
Oh and my names Nikki, I should have said that in the beginning huh?
