I am new to writing Twilight Fan fiction and because there are a lot more authors, readers, and potential flamers. I ask that if you do not like the story don't bother to review, it's a waste of both of our times. (Meaning that there really shouldn't be any flames) With that being said, I do want to know if I am making huge mistakes in spelling or grammar. I don't have a Beta and I doubt that I'll get one, I'm trying to get better at taking criticism as well as correcting my grammar because I want to beta eventually but I actually want to be good at it.

This story starts after Bella punches Paul in the face, I have changed the way a few things about that part so essentially this is AU and most characters are OOC…Bella will most likely be the complete opposite of what she is in the real story but I can't really stand a clingy girl.

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Preface

People say that the road to happiness is long and winding. I can't help but laugh at the Human minded soul that came up with that little quote that is suppose to sum up an entire relationship. They obviously have never encountered a world of supernatural, if they had, I'm sure the saying would sound more like this: The road to happiness is not only long and winding so make sure you have a fast car. I doubt that even having a fast car would help though because no one ever says anything about what happens when you reach the end of the road. This leads me to believe that no one survived the journey. I had thought that I was at the end of mine with Edward, but one mistake proved that I had only just started.

Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.

~Eleanor Roosevelt

Chapter 1- Epiphany…of sorts.

I sat at the Kitchen table icing my hand while Sam's Fiancé Emily pour some awful smelling salve from a rusted can into a cast iron pot that was heating on the stove. The instant it touched the water the smell intensified and I had to keep myself from gagging.

"I know it smells bad Bella," she said turning away from the stove a little so that she could smirk at me. "But it will help your hand feel better."

"I don't know how…unless, you're not going to make me ingest that stuff you are?" I asked looking horrified.

The boys around the table howled in laughter at my seemingly stupid comment.

"Would it make a difference if I told you that was what I was going to do with it?" she asked politely.

"Yes it would, I would leave…I've had worse than this so I'm quite sure that time and a cast will do wonders for me." I said looking at her with the same horrified expression, I had held before.

"Oh, well in that case no it's just something to put on your skin to calm the pain. Before you say it works a whole lot better than icy hot. Trust me."

Those last to words made my eyes flicker to the scars that decorated her beautiful face. I was told not to stare at them and up until then I had had enough of a distraction to follow those rules but now with her so close I saw it and wondered how mad Sam must have been to react like that. I was praying for someone to change the subject or for something else to catch my attention but it was fates cruel intention that I linger in my embarrassingly noticeable staring.

"Bella! Bella are you okay? What were you thinking do you know how stupid that was?" Jacob yelled breaking me from my stare down. Unfortunately, the words he used didn't do anything but anger me.

"No Jacob, I didn't know how stupid that was because I didn't know that you and your new best friend could turn into Wolves." I said.

"I wasn't allowed to tell you, and I tried to keep you away for your own safety," he said trying to place his hand in mine.

"You know you sound just like Edward Jake, always doing things for my own good. I may be human but I'm not completely incapable of taking care of myself, as a matter of fact I had been doing it for 17 years before I even came back here, in a place a hell of a lot bigger than Forks and La push combined." I said as coolly as possible.

"Really because it was same that found you in the middle of the forest because the leech left you broken, it was me who held you together while you got back on track. Now you're going to tell me that you don't need me. That you never needed me. You're lying to yourself if you actually believe that."

I knew that he was right, what had happened to me while I was here? I wasn't my own person; I was clinging to anyone that would have me. I guess I could blame it on not having the best parental situation but even still, I had allowed it to happen. Just watching as every move was made for me. "Your right" I sighed.

"You know that you- wait what?"

"You're right, growing up I took care of myself, and I never had anyone to look after me. Coming here, I found people to fill that part of my life and I depended on them. I lost myself along the way, this isn't me. I used to be fun and outgoing never relying on anyone to make me happy yet here I am and I lost a full year of time I will never get back."

"Bells I didn't mean to ma-"

"No Jake you did nothing wrong but I have to start over"

"What do you mean?"

I didn't want to tell him what I meant because I didn't want to try to explain why I was leaving. I just needed to start over.

"Um, I'm going to take a rain check on the disgusting smelling icy hot Emily, but thanks for fixing my hand." I said standing up.

"Bella where are you going." Jake asked.

I ignored him again walking to the door as quickly as possible. A rather large hand catching my elbow stopped me halfway there. I kept my gaze on the floor still trying to plan my personal renaissance. "Do I get to apologize?" the owner of the arm asked.

"For what" I gasped looking up into his eyes. I was immediately captivated by the person who not more than a half hour ago played my punching bag. Albeit a very sturdy one seemingly made of brick but a punching bag no less. I couldn't look away and more that part of me didn't want to.

"For…um…your hand? I broke it" he said shaking his head and the daze a little.

"Don't be sorry for something you didn't do, my hand would still be intact had I kept them to myself." I said or at least that's what I wanted to say instead I swooned a little more as my knees began to shake. Damn it this was not helping the independent image at all. "Yeah…fine…I'll be…" I said, and I'm sure that in my head that was a whole sentence but I know that if it weren't for the fact that I heard those words come out of my mouth I wouldn't have even known I attempted to answer him. This must have worked for him because he dropped the conversation and my arm.

Shaking the last of the beautiful haze, I made my way out the door and to my truck not even daring to look back in fear that I'd be stuck in those captivating honey hazel eyes that belonged to the nameless Werewolf.

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