A/N Okay, so this story is only in it's first draft. I'm putting it up now though so people can give suggestions and tell me if theres anything they would like to be changed. This might end up not making sense but once I re edit it all it will be a lot better. So I'm saying this so everyone will know to be open and give any sort of feedback they see fit. I want to make a good fanfiction that everyone can enjoy. Also, I wanted to put more detail and background into this chapter, let me know if you think I should go more into detail of the night her mom died and she ran away. Okay, thanks.

Chapter One: Can't Run, Can't Hide

I was ten when it happened. When mom died. When she was taken away from us. And that destroyed our whole lives. My older sisters Rebecca and Rachel took it hard. My twin brother couldn't really understand what was happening. But I had it the hardest. I had to remember seeing her die every day of my life. And I knew just why she swerved off that road and hit the tree.

So what did I do? Of course I didn't stick around. I couldn't. It was too hard.

Everywhere I looked I was reminded of mom.

But where does a ten year old girl go. I had no other family.

I never even said goodbye. The only thing I said to them was a note that I left to my brother, in our made up language that we've always spoken.

'Abba da kay. bu bee. lou tou.'

It means: 'I'm sorry. Goodbye. I love you.'

I put it on his pillow and left that night. No one could stop me.

Since then I've been wandering around, living on my own. Occasionally some strangers take me in and take care of me for awhile. But whenever they mention adopting me I get defensive and I only start to run again.

Six years passed since I've left, and I've been fine. I got my ears, nose, belly button pierced. I got two tattoos. One on my wrist of my favorite star in the sky. And one of a little sun on my stomach-reminding me of my family-who I miss. I regretted leaving them every day. But if they knew what had happened, they would look at me in a different way, and I didn't want that.

It wasn't until I was in Seattle one day and I saw a poster of a missing person did I stop and stare.

MISSING: Ayasha Black

Under it was the last picture that had been ever taken of me, and of course I didn't look like that anymore. And under that was a reward.

We don't have much, but I would give everything I have for my daughter to be brought back to me.

"It's sad, isn't it?" Someone said from behind me. Turning I looked at man who was posting up new flyers. He looked at the picture. "She's been gone for six years now and her father is all alone."

All alone? My mind was screaming at me.

"His wife died, his youngest daughter left him. His oldest daughters both left, one of them got married and the other got a scholarship at some far off school. And his son...Well, his son ran away too." And the man put up a picture.

MISSING: Jacob Black

There was no reward to be offered. Everyone had left? It wasn't just me...But they left more recently. Jacob...He'd grown up so much. In this picture he was smiling and he was happy and it appeared to be like he was having fun. There was a piece of a girl who must have been cropped out of the picture. My heart started breaking at just the thought of him running away.

"When did he leave?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the picture.

"A month ago. No one knows where he is." His eyes flickered between me and the picture. "Do you know him? Are you from the reservation?"

I took two steps back. "No...I don't know him. And I don't know you. Excuse me." As soon as I was about ten feet away, and I realized he was still watching me, I started to run. Of course, running is a bad idea. Then you look suspicious, like you have something to hide. And yes, I have something to hide.

And I was not letting someone take me back, there was a reward and I couldn't let my dad give up everything he owns. No way.

A car pulled up beside me. "Get in."

So I did.

I watched out the back window of the man trying to chase after the car, but failing and then looking down at the posters in hi s hands again. I sighed, and leaned back in my seat. As I was turning to thank the guy who saved me from a probably deadly occurrence I got lost in his appearance. His skin was pale white, and his eyes were golden. It was sort of creepy, yet I couldn't look away.

"Where you from?" He asked, not seeming to pay too much attention to weather me answered or not.

I looked away. "Uh...New York." I lied.

He chuckled. "Long way from home, aren't you?"

"Uh, huh."

"So where are you heading?" He asked.

"As far away from here as I can possibly get."

"You know..." He said "Most people don't try to run away from friendly police chiefs if they have nothing to hide..."

My face paled probably to the point where it was as white as his. "That man was the police chief? As in..." I thought back to the days when dad's best friend came out and he would bounce me on his knee, missing his own daughter. "Charlie Swan. That was Charlie Swan?"

"You know him." The guy didn't say this as a question. "And yes that was him. He's going to be my father in-law. Hopefully he doesn't find out I let a missing person get away from him."

I stiffened and felt like I was going to be sick. "Missing person. What makes you think I'm a missing person?"

"What makes you think I was referring to you?" Suddenly the car pulled to a stop. I hadn't even noticed where he was taking me. "This is as far as I can take you. But you should be able to find someone who will give you a drive the rest of the way in just a few minutes. Good luck though, trying to stay away from Charlie, that is."

Slowly, I got out of the car, feeling like I needed to kick the shinning Volvo. I tightened the strap of my bag over my shoulder and started to walk, not even muttering a thank you. Just as I had made it ten steps away I heard a honk. He slammed his hand down on the horn about ten times. At first I thought he was trying to get my attention for something. But it wasn't my attention he was trying to get. It was to get somebody else's attention.

Three tall men walked out of the woods, and stared at the Volvo. Luckily they hadn't seen me yet. I was still trying to figure out what was going on. The guy in the car got out and leaned against the door.

"What do you want Cullen?" The tallest of the three snarled.

The guy in the car laughed. "I'm just returning something that belongs to you." As he said that, all of them turned to face me. "Hopefully, now that she's back, her brother will return home. That would make my fiancée happy, knowing he's safe."

Back...Brother...

I looked around wildly, trying to figure out where I was. Then, my eyes spotted the sign. My legs went weak and I could feel myself start to sway. If I thought I was going to be sick before I was really going to be sick now. Everyone still had their eyes on me. What would be the smartest idea to do?

Uh, run...

Turning around I ran towards the trees, dodging branches and jumping over roots. I could hear people running behind me. I could hear them gaining on me quickly.

I jumped behind a tree reading to hide, curling up in a ball, and putting my head on my knees. I was shaking, not crying or laughing, but I was scared. I can't believe I'd been brought back here. How had that guy-Cullen-known? I told him I was from New York. Maybe my picture looked more like me then I thought? Was it that easy to read?

Oh, god...Oh god...

Everything was silent.

Cautiously I looked up, there was nothing? I let out a sigh and stood up. As I did, a hand grabbed my wrist. I screamed.

"It's okay; we're not going to hurt you." I turned and saw the tall man. "Who are you?" He asked.

I glared. "Who are you?" I repeated.

He turned back to the other two. "We're going to have some trouble figuring out who she is. Take her back to the house and I'll get the others together and see if any of them know."

They treated me like I was a criminal, keeping one hand on me each.

This was bad, this was sooo bad, I thought to myself as I was led deeper into La Push.

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