Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Twilight saga except for the tears shed and the laughs while reading them... Oh, and a lovely worn out set of them(: Edward, Bella, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, Esme, Carlisle, Charlie, Renee, Seth, Leah, or Sue and any other of the characters I use belong to Stepheine Meyer. I do not own The Only Exception either. That's Paramore's property. And for use of any other songs, which is inevitable, I don't own them either.


Preface

When I was seven, my mom left. I spent the rest of my life watching him try to put together the many pieces of his shattered heart from the breaking he caused himself, me loathing him for spliting up our family.

The life he created to shield his brokeness was completely fake and I stayed out of extra things when I could.

As far as I knew, parents were there to provide what you needed -food, shelter, clothing, extra money- and once you turned eighteen, buh-bye! See you around the holidays or when someone dies! That's what was going to happen with my father and I. My mom lost contact with us after she found out about the affair with Sue Clearwater.

That was another thing I hated about my father and his 'perfect' life he created: Sue and her children, Leah and Seth. Actually, Seth wasn't that bad, he kept to himself unless his friends were over, then they were as annoying as hell, and one of his little buddies was always trying to get a peek of me changing. Leah... Oh, well Leah was a different story. Total and complete bitch. I wouldn't even associate with her if it wasn't for the fact we had to live together. So at school, she harassed me. I never let her get to me and at least once every month Leah would come home with a broken nose or black eye.

I would get this whole lecture about how 'Leah never did anything to me' and 'why was I so rude and hostile?' and a whole bunch of other crap I ignored. I was counting down the days until I turned 17, none of my 'family' was invited, only my family by soul.

I was never one to trust people, only my best friend Alice and her brother Emmett, who was also my big brother, could get inside my little bubble world I created, void of prisses and pussies, people like the ones I had to put up with at the house I lived in. It was not home; home is where your heart is and that's with Alice and Emmett. Their parents should probably just adopt me, considering the fact that I was there more than my own house and they were pretty much my parents. The only claim my father had to me was DNA and legal documents, the latter of which he shared with the montress Sue.

The only time I let anyone in besides my true family was when I played guitar and/or sang; that was practically the only time my father and I talked. I would play in my room, and sometimes he would wonder in, asking me if I had written that or if it was someone else's. We'd talk for five minutes and then I'd make up an excuse about having to study or go over to the Brandon/McCarty residence.

Alice and Emmett's weren't blood related, like the evil Clearwater siblings and I, but unlike them and I, they shared a bond because they had known each other since the Diaper Ages, when their parents met and fell in love. Neither Alice's mom or Emmett's father were married like my father was, Alice's mom had her from a one night stand, and Emmett's mom left because from the time he was born he was a hassle. Of course that didn't faze either of them because they knew that those people weren't important.

Back to my music... I had learned to play guitar when I was five and by six I was singing along. My parents, at the time, thought I was some sort of musical protagy. When I was seven found out about the problem that ruined my family, I knew what love was supposed to be; I had seen all the Disney movies.

There were two types of love in this world, as far as I was concerned: the one that actually existed was that of friends who turn into family. That love is reserved for the people you would take bullets for. My Emmett, Alice, and their parents. The people that mean more than anything in the universe to you. The ones you wouldn't know how to survive if something happened. The other type of love is what people wish for. There's no such thing as being in love. There is lust, which is what 'love' really is.

Okay, maybe that's extreme, because I've been around Alice and Emmett's parents enough to know that there are, in some cases, fairy tale love. Esme and Carlisle still looked like they were love struck teenagers. I'm fairly sure that's one in a million, though. And someday it's going to end. Maybe not when both of them are alive, but when one of them dies, poof! No love. I had the feeling that Esme and Carlisle would be together when they were old and gray and together they would pass away together. Maybe a car accident or something along those lines. Or, like my grandparents who I didn't know well, one of them would die, and the next the other was gone too, but naturally, maybe a heart attack and a stroke.

Love affected what music I played, though. Before my mom left, she made me promise I wouldn't sing about love unless I really, truely was in love when I became famous. I scoffed at the idea now, me? Famous? As if!

And now that I could actually figure out why she made me promise that, it was so I wouldn't get hurt. I sung about everything but being in love. Yes, I could sing about falling out of love or heartbreak, bitterness, and occasionally I would sing about crushing on someone. But never, ever, did I play and sing a song that makes you want to pick up the damned radio and smash it into a million pieces just out of frustration because you knew in the end the person they were singing about would get hurt and then they would forever have that memory of the worst mistake they made, and it would be on a thousand iPods and MP3 players and computers.

Little did I know that after nine years of hiding under the sarcasm and the brave façade Edward Cullen would waltz in and turn everything that I knew upside down and make all my values and beliefs change.


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