Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

As promised, here is Blake and Nina's story. I adore writing about Nina, and most of this story will be told in her POV. I warn you now, this tale will more then likely take a few dark twists and turns. This story is not all sunshine and love. But i urge you to read on, discover of Blake finally finds his true love.

Enjoy.

"Talk to me!" I screamed at him as he walked out of the room.

Whipping around he said in a low voice, "I can't." He stressed every word with hidden venom and stormed out of my room, a slammed door confirming he was gone.

Running up to the barrier between us I banged my fist on the wood, releasing all my rage. Tears stung my dry eyes but never trailed down my face as they normally did. Sharp jolts of pain shot though my hands and wrists but it felt good, like all the emotional bullshit finally had a release after being pent up for the last two weeks.

Fourteen days, not even a long time when you think about it. But that didn't matter, not to Patrick when he shut me out of his life with no explanation.

Before the one big blowout I noticed small changes in him, emotional and physically. He began to look like a body builder, and he never lifted a weight in his life. He was temperamental and shook when he got angry. His rage knew no bounds. We fought over everything; from the boys I hung out with to what M&M's to eat first.

I watched as the brother I thought I knew but for sure loved change into someone I couldn't relate to. My once intact heart was shattered with his hurtful comments and bouts of anger.

He loved me a lot before, but now I am sure his heart only had room for a small sliver of that.

We were close, almost best friends. Since he was my big brother he played the role. Warding off unwanted guys, threatening the ones I wanted but he didn't see as fit and being my shoulder to cry on when they broke my heart.

Patrick was kind and caring before. His caring nature was diverted now, away from me and towards the other steroid using population of this dainty little town.

Sam Uley is the douche bag king of the Indian giant world. His loyal followers include;

Jared Howe – preys on small innocent teenagers until they are baring child, his child.

Paul Chandler – whiny guy obsessed with girlfriend who fled the country.

Embry Call – hot creeper who stalks a musician, a pretty talented one.

Jacob Black – baby lover/pedophile in the making.

Quil Ateara - Pedophile level 5, one more level and the police may have to be involved.

Brady – Complete wannabe who never seems to fit in even though he tries to no end.

Collin – A guy who cannot get laid and feels the need to tell me about it.

The list could go on but those are the only dipshits I bothered to learn the names of. Their activities are hardly hidden in school.

I have seen Jared walking down the halls like the fucking king of the place with the princess of dork-i-tonya on his arm.

Everywhere that Tara chick goes I swear Embry's shadow is lurking a few feet behind.

And everyone has seen the big guy moping down the halls like the world came to end just because his best friend's sister went away to school.

At the beach, Quil the giant and the kid I am sure he kidnapped are always playing with rocks. What kinda game involves rocks?

I've only seen Jacob Black a few times but each time he is with that strange little red head child. Do her parents just lend her out to every pedophile understudy in the state?

The other two are in some of my classes. Brady attends my English class; he sits in front of me. Dumb as a pineapple. He asked how to spell the word 'did'. Three letter word you lean in grade one, genius.

And Collin is my history partner. He uses that wonderful class as free therapy, explaining his blue ball problem to me even when I am clearly not listening.

Patrick started to spend time with those guys more and more. I tried to ask why but all I got was the silent treatment with an added glare.

I have heard the nasty rumors about them. The only La Push gang, the drug dealers of the res and every other thing the student body could come up with. My feelings for them remained neutral with every whispered rumor that found my fears until they stole my brother.

Those bastards set off a chain reaction in my house. Patrick was not the only person to change, grow distant under this roof. My mother and father became quiet and withdrawn. They removed every restriction on Patrick's life, treating him with more respect then any teenager deserved, to the point where it resembled fear.

I know they are keeping something from me. They stop talking when I walk into a room so that awful awkward silence suffocates me. They share the sideways looks, the strange hand signals and the whispered comments I can't make out.

I haven't had a real conversation with either of my supposed loving parents since that one big blow out. Two weeks of no communication and I want to scream. Yell at the top of my lungs. Screech that I am important too. Shriek that I am not invisible and I have feelings. Shout to the sky and ask what I did wrong.

Curling my fist to flex my sore knuckles I drew my red hands away from my door. I didn't expect my parents to come see what was wrong, they never did anymore. Patrick was their main concern, leaving no more for any worry about my well being.

Shaking my head I absentmindedly rubbed the back of my hand as I walked over to my bed to fetch my phone. I scrolled down though my contacts until the screen aluminates the name I was searching for.

Alex Brandon

Smiling I pressed talk and listened the annoying ringing noise.

"Hello?" His deep voice vibrated through the small speaker on my phone.

"Hey Alex, its Nina."

"Oh, hey babe. What's up?"

"Just another fight with my non-existent brother."

"Well then, sounds like you need some fun, am I right?"

I smiled bigger, "You guessed right."

"Awesome, meet in the in park in ten."

"I will."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

I snapped my phone shut and grabbed my dark hoodie before opening my window carefully. Not because I was worried about the noise alerting my birth makers, if it did they wouldn't give a damn, but because last time my pants got caught.

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