"Where the hell are we going?" I asked for the third time.

My ass of a father just stared straight ahead, ignoring my question AGAIN. We had been driving for the past five hours, without stopping, he hadn't spoken to me once since he told me to pack all of my stuff just this morning.

Hi, my name is Amanda Uley, daughter of Elizabeth Reyes and Joshua Uley, or as I refer to him now "The Ass", it's quite fitting actually. I'm 17 years old and turning 18 on July 15. My race is actually quite unique I am part Latina (from my mom's side) and part Quileute (from ass' side). I'm a decent student getting A's and B's and I have a decent GPA. I am actually a good athlete, always have been, best in track, volleyball, basketball and soccer, well if my trophies are any indication. I guess I'm pretty, not much of a model, but my friends are always telling me that I'm so gorgeous and that every girl is jealous of me and that every guy wants me, whatever I don't really care. I have a huge temper and have been in a couple of fights, let us just say that I never lose and you will leave with something broken once I'm done with you. You might be wondering what happened to my mom, she died a couple months ago of cancer, I've never been the same without her; she was the only person who made living with him, bearable.

"Were here," the ass said with a smirk, what I'd give to punch that smirk of his face.

"Were exactly is 'here'?" I asked, we had driven up a dusty road and had stopped a couple of yards away from a cozy looking house. We were surrounded by a forest and we had just passed a sign that said 'Welcome to the Quileute reservation' a couple minutes back.

"Why to your new home of course", his smirk still in place, "you're half-brother lives here; my son. His name is Sam Uley, and he has to deal with you now".

"You bastard", I said while glaring, "I can't live with my half-brother; I didn't even know he existed until 2 seconds ago. I can't barge in like that expecting him to take care of me, when he doesn't know my existence either, or what if he's a serial killer or a rapist". I finished panicked now.

"Not my problem, now get out of my truck", he responded with cold, uncaring eyes, not that I wasn't used to them.

I did as he said, even living with a possible serial killer is better than sitting next to him for another minute. I got off with one of my bags and turned around to get the other one, apparently my father decided to be nice and threw me the bag, which caused me to fall on my ass, then threw me a bundle of cash. I stood up, ready to make him regret that, but he slammed the door in my face.

"YOU ASSHOLE, I PERFER TO LIVE WITH A SERIAL KILLER THAN YOU, I HOPE YOU DIE AND GO TO HELL, YOU BASTARD!" I yelled as loud as I could, not caring if he heard me or not as he drove away. My nostrils were flaring, my hands bunched together, I was even shaking, no vibrating, It had happened on many occasions after my mom had passed away.

I calmed down and gathered what little things I owned, the bundle of cash summed up to 350 dollars; wow how thoughtful my father gave me a decent amount of money, probably to ease his guilty conscience, if he even had one.

I turned to the house and was surprised to see eight shirtless men and a beautiful woman behind one of the biggest on the porch looking at me; you would expect me to drool over these men, but not me. Their faces were all the same, surprise, shock and curiosity, well except for one of them. One man stared at me with happiness, longing, concern and most of all love. My life just got crazy, and I haven't been here for even five minutes!

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