Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight! If I did Leah Clearwater would rule the world.

AN:I know I'm already writing another Blackwater fic, but I just had a lot of ideas going in my mind which didn't apply to What a lie I'm living so I thought why not make another. It'll be a lot more work with two fic's going on, but I just had to write it. Hope you all enjoy it!

Ps. I will update What a lie I've been living soon, so don't fret dear readers.


Chapter 1

My Life. My Rules.


You think you know me but you don't, yeah I'm talking to you freak.

You think I'd be by your side, stop thinking boy that you can control me.

Don't you know who I am? Let me remind you boy I'm the resident bad bitch.

I'll speak my mind and make you tick.

God you're such a control freak.

Stay out of my life.

It's... My life, My rules, My reign My pain.

I'm the leader in this game.

Because hey boy don't you know? I'm the resident bad bitch!

By Ellie


Leah POV

That's it, I have had enough! No nonsense freaks. They think they can get away with everything that they say about me? Why can't they just leave me be? Who the hell, do they think they are?

Oh, by the way before you guys say anything, yes I am angry and no I don't want an answer back, it's a rhetorical question dumb arse. Anyway's as I was saying, who do they think they are? Always complaining about me, bitching; never understanding about all that I have been through. Urgh! I just want to strangle some one. How can my brother stand them? Then again Seth has always been more of a, 'I'm walking on sunshine!' Kind of guy, he has an endless supply of hippy love for all. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but sometimes it's disgusting to watch him follow those pack of idiots around like a loyal fan 'girlish slave.

I am fuming, I think I have steam coming out my ears. I am trying so hard not to lash out on the innocent bystanders near me, as if they're not scared enough of me anyways.

Urggh, men! Testosterone filled imbeciles that's what they are. I am starting to hate them all. Maybe I should just turn into a nun, or if I was into boobs a lesbian. But I've already gone through the 'am I a lesbian?' phase, unfortunately for you and I, I am not (don't get any perverted ideas, sheesh! =/). I can't help it, I have valid reasons for the way I am, I wasn't always a bitter shrew you know.

I never wanted to be this, this thing, a freak amongst the freaks, the biggest of them all. The only she wolf ever to have existed.

Yes ladie'hoes and gentle'effin'men you got that right. The only one! As if sharing a mind with a pack of hormonal teenaged arseholes was some sort of gift, well they're all adults now but I mean who the hell thought giving boys powers to be protectors, was a good idea? I would never wish for any other females to be stuck where I am. No matter how good looking they are, they're still the same snot filled kids I knew since we were children, it's truly horrible! Then again you know what, the image of a she wolf in a nun's outfit, never mind, that's just basically asking someone to put a cross against me and chuck some holy water like a crazed ninja. Wait no, I'm getting befuddled, those are the leech vampire theories (Wait! Sorry for interrupting again, I forgot to tell you vampires are real! :o! I know! I was shocked too! I mean first shape shifter wolves and then vampires; it's like a fight between a cat and a dog. I mean they hiss like some psycho fur ball kitties, and we 'the shifters' growl 'cause you know we're cool like that. And did you know they sparkle, ha! So much for being a scary vampire they're more or less like a stupid vampire fairy). Someone get the shotgun out, silver bullets for the she wolf coming right up.

When I think about my situation, I constantly feel like crying and wailing like a child, you know when they don't get what they want in a supermarket. But I can't just drop down on the floor, rolling around asking my mommy why life fucked me over now can I? I would be shipped off to a mental asylum, sooner rather than later. Everyone thinks I'm bonkers anyways.

No one understands (Seth and my mom don't count, the pups are too young to understand), people and especially the pack of ogres/he-man/wolves are always telling me to shut up and move on. How can I? When they don't even allow me to heal. I was betrayed, by my fiancé who hooked up with my whore of a cousin, who was meant to be my so called sister/best friend. I caught them cheating behind my back, he didn't even have the decency to break up with me first. I would probably have been all right with it, if they hadn't decided to fuck me over by going behind my back, and constantly reminding me that they were just meant to be, because their love is 'special' and mine was just a playground crush. As if, more like it was all because of some weird mystical bond. That is meant to be a so called reward for a wolf, how the hell is ruining a person's life and then making the imprinter a slave to the imprintee a reward? Isn't it just fucked up? I wasted 4 years of my life with you Samuel Uley, and you say that was a play ground crush? Well, thank you for your great performance on how I was 'the one' and only for you. You proposing to me didn't mean you loved me, no; because you know as you say our love was just a playground crush, you're such a great actor. Come bow down to your weeping audience.

Oh and here's another funny part, my cousin Emily 'you know that muffin baking bitch', she had a choice! Imprinting means that you have found your soul mate, or so it claims. And once a wolf even looks at the right person they become the persons (who got imprinted on), their everything. Awesome, right? Not! I wouldn't know what imprinting is like but hearing it constantly from Sam it is like that person who has been imprinted on suddenly becomes connected to you, like a thousand steel cables clutching the imprinter down (pfft! holding you on a leash more like!) your whole world revolves around them, as if they were your sun. You can do anything for them and be anything 'they' want 'you' to be. So there you go, she had a choice on whether she wanted him to be her protector, brother, lover or heck even a father figure, but she just had to jump him and bed him, didn't she? Everyone in the pack keeps telling me to drop it, that I can't say anything because imprinting is 'special,' our ancestors blessings. Humph, yeah right! I always knew she wanted everything that belonged to me, ever since she was a child she would mope and whine when I would get much better things than her. Well Em-whore guess what I don't even want that boring git anymore, so you both don't have to constantly tell me that I should move on, I already have. And Sam, what the hell, are you trying to dig your self a grave? 'I still love you Leah, but I love Emily more.. Blah, blah, blah'... What ever! I want to heal not go through your bullshit ever again. It's a shame mystical bonds don't know the difference between a diamond and a bag of trash. Yeah I said it, I just know I'm awesome, heck everyone knows that Leah Clearwater is no ugly child. So I have a big ego, so what? Compared to Emily I was always the good looking child.

Well, you're all probably thinking why I'm huffing and thinking about all this right now. Well this all comes down to the damn poster right in front of me now, the one that I've been looking at for the past hour. I didn't even realise that I've been standing and glaring at the notice board all this time, inside the council building. People are looking at me and talking about the fact that may be I have finally cracked; I can hear their silly gossiping from right across the council hall. One special perk of being a supernatural freak, wolf hearing; sweet isn't it? I look back up at the notice that has been haunting me for the past few weeks. I keep coming here every day deciding on what to do, if I should go through with it or not? May be I should apply, fuck what the pack says, this is my life not theirs. I want to prove to everyone that I can still control my life, I ain't no deadbeat. Hmmm, what to do? There's one thing I've always been good at and that is using emotional blackmail, I Leah Clearwater have always been a little tyke, seriously, my father didn't raise a no-body. Thinking about who could help me, I could probably guilt trip both the men. How about... 'Do you think my father wanted this for me? Didn't you always consider me as your daughter or was that all a lie to you both? What would harry say? That after everything that his been through you both couldn't take care of my daughter'. I snatched the paper off the board, making the gossip mongers jump up high in fright, turning around to give them a sickly evil smirk and then stormed out the building. Yep, guilt trip it is then. It's about high time I make my own path; fate ain't gonna' fuck me over twice just cause I am a wolf now.

I don't bother phasing, and power walk down the road like a woman scorned, who won't stop until she get's what she wants. It takes me at least ten minutes to reach my destination as I make my way over to the red bricked house that I have known since I was a child. I listen around just to make sure that there aren't any pack members around, I didn't want anyone to know what I was about to do just yet. Not until I confirm my acknowledgment. I didn't sense any of the pack around, if they were there those idiots would probably be making a big ruckus as always testing out who's pole is longer. Men! So I strutted on forward and banged open the door, the people of La push never learnt how to knock after all. I walked inside making both men jump up in surprise on the couch from the noise, great they were both here. This will be as easy as pie, killing two birds with one stone; there really was no need to go hunt down for the other. Billy Black, Chief of La push and Charlie Swan, Chief police of Forks station.

"Hi Billy! Charlie!" Nodding at them both and then putting on an innocent smile.

"Leah!" They both say simultaneously.

Both men are surprised to see me, especially as I hardly come around when they're having their men-ly bonding moment, interrupting their special football marathon time.

I stride on over near them, blocking their view of the TV and lay the notice down on the coffee table pushing it towards them, grinning at their reaction to the information enclosed on it.

"Sign me up!" I state.

Notice paper:

Want to lead, Serve and protect?

Pursue and arrest perpetrators, contain situations and ensure civilian safety?

Become a police officer at the Forks station. More female staff required.

Gain professionalism, through exposure to standards of excellence in international policing and specialized training. Join now at the police academy training program.

Call to insure you a place.

To learn more, call chief Swan, Forks police station.

Yep, my life now is sure going to be an interesting one...


AN: Hope you all liked it; I just had to upload this, was just too exited. And guys don't worry I will update what a lie I'm living soon too. Thank you for reading. Review please and let me know what you all thought of this fic.