Hiii! this is my new story, I hope you all enjoy. Just for the record I AM COMPLETELY AGAINST VIOLENCE OF ANY SORT! let me know if you like this story and i will continue it :)

My dad decided to ship me off to La Push to live my cousin Paul, he says I'm worthless and he deserves a better daughter. Like I haven't done everything he wants me to. Ever since my mum died when I was 10, I sort of took care of him, even though it should have been the other way around. I guess you could say I was the perfect daughter, I cooked, I cleaned, I was never a hassle or annoyance, I got good grades and did everything as I was told. Though he never saw it like that. He began drinking almost instantly after my mum died. He changed, he changed so much. He used to be happy, he used to smile. I used to be his princess as he would call me, he would spoil me and he loved me so much.

I remember the first day he came home drunk, one week after mum died. I was a mess, crying every day and dad would not even comfort me. So he stumbles into the house, smashed, stumbling around everywhere and I'm sitting on the couch curled in a ball crying.

"Brianna, what the fuck are you doing, get off your lazy ass and fucking do something, you're so useless"

Why is he saying that to me, my daddy never swears, I don't understand.

"Daddy what's wrong" I ask, tears in my eyes. He walks towards me, and I stumble backwards. For the first time in my life I'm afraid of my father.

"YOU! You are what's wrong; you're a worthless little shit! It's your fault my wife died you fucking brat!" By this stage the tears had spilled over. Why was he doing this, saying these things? My thoughts were cut off when I felt a hard slap across my face, knocking me to the floor.

Shocked, I held my cheek staring at my father is confusion and sadness. I was so scared of him. I ran to my bedroom crying and never cried so hard in my life. The beatings only got worse every day...

"Get the fuck out Brianna, we're here" he told me, pulling me out of my thoughts. At least I'll be in a better situation I think to myself. I'll have Paul here, and all my other friends from when I was younger like Jake, Quil, Embry and Seth. I did miss them and I am glad my dad is moving me, though I don't know how long it will take me to get over what I have lived through...

"Are all your bruises covered?" My dad asks sterny.

"Yes" I nod, trying my hardest not to look at him. He grabs my wrist tightly.

"You better not tell anyone or I swear to god I will kill you." I'm too shaken to even reply. My father grabs my wrist harder that I know I'm going to have a bruise now.

"Understand me?" He asks again.

"Y... Yes" I stutter. He lets go and I hop out of the car with my bags. I turn around and see my dad driving off. I sigh with relief.

I walk towards Paul's front door and knock; I wince forgetting the bruise dad just left on my wrist. I hear voices inside and finally the door opens.