Stephanie – "The truth hurts, but whoever said the truth was easy."

When a young girl, Stephanie Cross, loses her family in a fatal car crash, which she miraculously survives, she has to learn to deal with the massive changes heading her way, while also dealing with the sorrow caused by to loss of her family.

When she is forced to live with her only living relative, her Uncle John in the dreary town of Cleveland Ohio, she doesn't think life could get any worse, but in a sudden twist of fate she finds out her Uncle is a violent drunk, and that his target is her.

With the sorrow and lose she is feeling she loses all hope, until she meet's the Cullen's.

Follow Stephanie as she regains hope and finds out that everything isn't what it seems and is throw into the world of the supernatural.

Follow her through all the pain and suffering and watch as she rebuilds her life with friends and family.

Will Stephanie survive this world or will her impending fate catch up to her and destroy the new life she has fought so hard to create. Will she also be able to stay with the person she loves in the end, or will she lose him like she has everyone else.

Love, Pain, Sorrow, Anger, Joy, Hope and Lose.

Which one will be her end? Find out here, in Twilight, The story of Stephanie Cross

Okay guys, this is my first story and that is my full summary , so I hope you like it.

I don't not own Twilight, it belongs to SM

Stephanie's Pov

My life was what many would have called pretty much perfect before the fateful day, which was August the 5th 2015. I had two amazing and loving parents who adored me, and who supported me in everything I ever did, no matter what. I also had an older brother who, though he could be a major pain in the ass and drive me crazy (which brothers often do) I lover more than anything in the world, other than my parents of course. I was happy, incredibly happy, but then, happiness isn't always meant to last, at least that's what people have said to me anyway.

Anyway, on August the 5th 2015, a week after my 16th birthday (Which is the 29th of July) my family and I were heading off for a holiday in New York City, since it was the summer holidays – and I had been begging to go to New York for years. My parents had said that there was something important that we were going to do while we were there, but of course they wouldn't tell Noah or I what it was, as that would take the fun out of making us guess. So, we were on our way to the airport, driving down the highway, laughing about something that had happened with Mom at work when suddenly a car swerved and slammed into us, pushing us into even more cars. After that, I don't remember exactly what happened; all I could remember was the sound of clashing metal, shattering glass, tires screeching, Noah trying to protect me and my mother's screams.

When I woke up, it took me quite a while to figure out where I was. I couldn't figure out how a week had gone by, or what hospital I was in, and I had no clue what had happened after I had become unconscious in the crash. When the doctors had found out that I was finally awake and they'd come in to talk to me, I had demanded that they tell me what had happened to my parents and Noah, and in the end, I was forced to face my worst nightmare, because they told me that no one in the crash had survived but me. I broke down after that, screaming that it wasn't true, yelling that they were lying to me, even though I knew in my heart that they were telling the truth, even if I didn't want to accept it. I mean, how are you supposed to accept the fact that your family is dead; that they're going and never coming back, that you could never tell them how much they mean to you and that you loved them. The next day, when I was being released from hospital, mainly because I only had minor injuries, like swelling, bruising and cuts, I was told something I didn't want to hear. I was told that I had to move to Cleveland, Ohio, to live with my uncle John, who is my father's younger brother by the way and who I hadn't seen in ten years because my father and he had had a falling out, which made things all the more worse.

Two days later I was dressed in black and saying goodbye to my family for good. In honor of them and how I felt, I pushed back my tears and sung "Last day on earth" by Kate Miller-heidke, and I told myself that even though I loved it so much, I would never sing again as I knew it would bring back too many memories for me to deal with. I was so grateful for my friends, as they stood there beside me and helped me through it all, and when I buried my parents and Noah I promised myself that even if it was hard and I felt like I was dying inside, that I was going to keep on living the way that they would want me to and that I wouldn't become a broken shell of my former self.

Four days after that, I was put on a plane (against my wishes) and sent on my way to Cleveland to go live with an uncle I knew jack shit about. I had said a tearful goodbye to all my friends and said goodbye to my childhood home and to my parents, who I was still grieving over, not to mention Noah. I had gotten some of my belonging sent ahead of me since I was being forced into this, and I was having Noah's Nissan Skyline sent to my new address as well. My parents' house was now in my name, as I was the only other person on their will, and no one was going to touch it until I decided what I wanted to do with it, and I was nowhere near ready to make that decision or pack up anything that belonged to them. I had to admit that I was somewhat dealing with my parent's death's, even if it was hard, but I think that was because my mom had always told me that no one gets to choose when it's their time, so we just have to live our lives to the fullest and accept that death is just another part of life. I knew that mom never expected her life to be ended so suddenly, but I knew that both her and Dad, and even Noah, wouldn't want me to waste my life crying about their deaths. Actually, knowing Noah, if he saw me like that he would have told me that I needed to deal with it, because nothing was going to change what had happened. Anyway, so as you can guess that the plan trip was absolutely boring, mostly because they decided it would be fun to watch a baseball match, so in the end I had pulled out the first installment of the hunger games I had packed in my carry-on bag and started reading it, all the while trying to ignore the cheers from the other passengers when someone they liked got a home run and the little kid kicking the back of my seat.

"Back to earth sweetheart." I heard my uncle say. I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to smile at him. So far, I didn't mind my Uncle John, but I had this feeling that there was a part of hime that I just wasn't seeing and I had a slight bad feeling.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming." I said.

"I figured as much. You know you look so much like your mother." Uncle John said.

"Thanks'" I smiled, then I realized I hadn't asked him something. "Hey Uncle John, why haven't I seen you for so long?" I asked, though I knew my father and him had had some sort of falling out, but I wanted to hear his answer.

"It was my fault. I've been pretty busy and in the end, it was too difficult to come to Florida to see you guys, so I decided to stay here and focus on my job" He said, his eyes focused on the road, his truck making a weird sound that obviously indicated it needed fixing.

"So, what do you do? Are you like a builder or something?" I asked, curious to know more about the man I was being forced to live with, because hey, if it was my choice, I'd be living on my own back in Florida, so I could have stayed with my friends.

"I'm a builder. I know it's nothing like your dad's profession, but it pays the bills" He said, then I stopped talking so I could look at my new home as we pulled up the drive.

It was a two-story house, not the same as my old home; actually, it was nothing like my old home. The house was painted an off-cream color, with a pale red roof. I had to admit the only appealing feature was the very green grass, and that was it. We were in a very populated street, which meant we weren't near the forest, but forest equaled hiking, so that gave me one thing to like about this stupid town.

"Welcome home." He said as he stopped the engine. For some reason when he said that, I just felt sick. Looking at this house and being with Uncle John, I just didn't feel like this could be my home ever.

I climbed out of the car and shut the door, then I grabbed my back pack out of the tray while Uncle John grabbed my suit case.

"I can carry my bag, you know." I said as we walked toward the front door.

"I know, but you're my niece." He said and with that he pulled a key from his pocket and pushed it into the door lock. He turned the key; the he turned the handle and pushed the front door open.

As I walked in I could tell it was definitely a man's house. I swear it stunk of beer and there was no sense of fashion or design anywhere, it was just all thrown together and looked terrible.

"Your room is this way." He said and he headed up the stairs, me right on his tail.

When we got upstairs there were three doors, two of them being the bedrooms and one of them being a bathroom. Uncle John opened the left door and I walked in to see all my stuff piled up on a king sized single bed, which were covered with blue floral bedding. There was a cupboard, a desk and a bookshelf as well, along with two bedside tables.

"All your stuff is here and your car will be arriving tomorrow." John said from behind me. I turned to smile at him and I took the suitcase from his hand.

"Thanks." I said and after he smiled at me he left me to unpack. I started to un-pack my clothes, but when I got too tired I put all my boxes on my floor and collapsed on my bed and fell into a dreamless sleep, which was a blessing.

- Line Breaker -

The next five days after I had arrived had gone by pretty fast. I finished un-packing all of my belongings, which trust me, was a lot of crap. I hadn't brought everything from Florida, because I knew I wasn't going to be able to fit half the crap I owned in here. Anyway, so un-packing took way longer than I thought it would have so I ended up spending the entire Tuesday doing it.

On the Wednesday, I went to the shops and stocked up on food, because my Uncle had barely anything, not to mention I had to go and pick up some school books and a sport uniform just in case I ended up having sport as a subject. On Thursday I tidied up the house while my Uncle was at work and cooked lasagna for dinner (Store bought of course, since I wasn't the best cook). On Friday I just read all day and Saturday I went to the mall to do some shopping.

Today it was Sunday, which meant that tomorrow was the end of summer break for me and the first day of my junior year of high school. I really didn't know how to feel about the fact that this was going to be the first year where I didn't wake up, go down to eat the pancakes mom would have cooked up to celebrate my first day back to school, especially when it was a week behind everyone else. I wouldn't be able to kiss my dad goodbye on the cheek, or walk out my front door to see my friends waiting for me so we could walk to school together. I could feel the tears leaking down my cheeks as I thought of that and knew that this was going to be the hardest year of my life. Suddenly my phone made a ding sound and I knew I had a new email, as I'd set my phone to tell me when I get important emails, which I'd read on my laptop. I stood up off my bed, and while I wiped my eyes I walked over to my desk and plopped down into my computer chair. I strummed my figures across the keyboard and when it came in I typed in my password. Once it was loaded I went into my Hotmail and saw that my new email was from Amy.

Hey Stephanie.

How's it going over there in dreary old Cleveland? It's so boring here now that you're gone and I swear that our junior year of high school is now going to suck majorly without you, mainly because you made everything way more fun and we've been friends forever. Rachel's going through a rough patch with Aaron at the moment, so I've been spending a lot of time with her, though she wishes you were here because you always know what to say. Everyone misses you so much that I swear that if they keep complaining that you are gone, I'm going to go commando on their asses. Anyway, how are you feeling now about everything that has happened and are you looking forward to starting a new school tomorrow?

Love ya, Amy

The moment I finished I burst into un-controllable laughter. I had to give it to Amy; she could make anyone laugh, no matter what's going on it their life at the time. When I was finally able to stop laughing I took a deep breath and started typing.

Hey Amy

As you can guess, I am bored out of my brains here in Cleveland, mainly because I have no one to go out with or even hang out with and this place is nothing like Florida. I miss all of you guys too, so much that if I could, I'd run all the way back to Florida just to have something to do and to be home again. Things with my Uncle are still pretty weird, because even though he seems okay, I still don't know him and I don't trust him. Tell Rachel that I said that she'll be okay and that I believe that she'll be able to fix things with Aaron, and if she can't, then she needs to kick his ass and tell him he's an idiot because she's a catch. Do not go commando on the gang, just tell them that if they keep complaining that I'll post that embarrassing clip on YouTube from my 16th birthday, and don't think that I won't. I am coping better than I was a week ago, but the pain is still there. Concerning school, I am kinda worried about it, as I haven't had to start at a new school without my friends for a very long time. I hope tomorrow goes great for you and for me, as I'm starting a week later than anyone else.

Love ya too, Steph

As I watched the email be classed as sent I started to yet again think about what school was going to be like for me tomorrow. Honestly, I didn't know how I was going to deal with being in a brand-new school in a different town, with no friends and having no clue where I'm supposed to go.

Suddenly I heard a very loud slam noise that scared me so bad that I fell out of my chair and landed flat on my butt, which hurt pretty badly.

"Stephanie, get down here right now!" I heard my Uncle yell from downstairs. What the hell was he yelling for, I hadn't done anything wrong.

As I slowly stood up, rubbing my butt as I started to walk for my door, I had a sudden thought that maybe something was wrong. I moved faster now as I pulled open my door and started to jog down the stairs. As I came into the hall which connected the stairs, kitchen, lounge, laundry and back door, I saw my Uncle standing there, with an angered look on his face.

"What is it? What's wrong?" I asked, worry coursing through me. I couldn't understand why he looked this way, but I hoped it wasn't something to do with me.

"What the hell were you just doing?!" He demanded, spit spewing from his mouth, along with the sickening smell of beer; and there was a hard and cold look in his eyes.

"I was talking to a friend from Florida." I said simply. What the hell was the matter with this guy? Was he drunk or something, and if so, what kind of drunk was he?

"Did you do your chores?" He demanded, which shocked me. What was he talking about? He didn't give me chores; I just cleaned when cleaning needed to be done, and since the house was spotless, he was basically talking nonsense at the moment.

"What are you talking about? What chores?" I asked, my voice thick with confusion and worry. I had known when I moved here that there was a side of John that he wasn't showing me, but I had never thought that it would be something like this.

"Don't talk to me like that! Why hasn't the grass been mowed and why is the kitchen so dirty?!" He demanded. I looked out the front window and saw that the grass wasn't that long, and I knew for a fact that the kitchen was clean, because I had cleaned it this morning.

"What the hell are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with the grass or the kitchen, they're both perfectly fine. You, however, I'm not too sure about." I said, my attitude finally pushing through my confusion and worry.

Suddenly he raised his hand and in one quick movement he slapped me across the face with such an amount of force that I went toppling back onto the stairs, which caused an immense amount of pain to shoot through my back. It was so bad that I cried out in pain as I gritted my teeth. Suddenly I was grabbed by my wrist and pulled up off the stairs, causing my back to scream in protest and pain. I was flung into the wall that lead into the lounge room and suddenly John's arm was against my throat, holding me in place. I could have tried to get out of it, since I'd learnt how to fight back all my life, but suddenly he grabbed a beer bottle from the side table which sat near the front door, smashed it and held it in front of my face.

"You listen to me you little bitch!" He yelled, his arm pushing harder against my neck, making it harder for me to breath as I remained still. I couldn't will my body to fight back. "You are mine now; I own you, so I'm gonna give you a little hint: If you ever tell anyone what's going on here and what I do, or fight back, or even try to run, I will kill you, and anyone you still care about if I have to." He smirked, and then moved away from me and let me fall to the floor. "I'll see you later my sweet little niece." He sneered, then he grabbed his car keys and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him.

As I laid there, trying to get my breath back, I tried to think of a way to get out of this. I didn't know what he was capable of, and I knew I was a good enough fighter to fight him, but what was going to happen to me after that. After a few moments I was able to pull myself of the floor, though it hurt me very badly. I slowly walked over to the stairs and used the rail to pull myself up to my room. I walked into my room and shut my door behind me, and after I made sure it was locked I collapsed on my bed, and my last thought was, "What am I going to do?"

Okay guys, that is my first chapter. I really hope you guys enjoyed it and I look forward to you're reviews.

P.S: So this is a rewrite. Not much has changed, but I wanted to change some things, so I edited the story. I'm keeping my original authors notes though.