Author's Note: So, I don't usually write stories, I just lurk around the site and read them. I have tried to write many stories but I get a few chapters in and then hit that infamous writer's block and eventually lose interest in the story all together. BUT, while I've been trying to study for finals today, I had this ridiculously amazing plot bunny hopping around in my head. It's been pulling at me to be written down, so I guess I'll just give in. I have quite a bit of the framework for the story already in my head, let's just hope I can write it all down and put together an amazing story for you guys! This is my first Twilight fanfiction, so I really hope you like it. This story starts around the beginning of June, btw, just to set up some sort of time frame for you. :D Also, this is a Paul/OC story, because for some odd reason I love the hot-tempered werewolf we all love to hate.

Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me. Neither does the general plot; it's based on the song of the same name by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. :] Jaymie and Trent are all mine though, as well as any other characters who may pop in from time to time (such as family members of Jaymie's, etc.)!

Face Down - Chapter 1

My heart beat loudly in my ears. All I could focus on was the blood rushing through my body. I didn't know what to do. I felt painfully familiar arms wrap around me from behind. Then the harsh whisper that sent chills down my spine echoed in my left ear, drowning out the sound of my panicking heart's cries for mercy.

"Baby, what am I supposed to do with you now?"

A surge of energy and adrenaline coursed its way up my body and I struggled with all my might to get away. My measly attempts at an escape were only met with a cold, humorless laugh. Trent's arms retreated from my figure, but before I could try once again to get away he shoved me into the wall behind us. As I could feel my shoulder already beginning to bruise, he took two steps toward me. I was reaching up to rub my shoulder when I felt his hand come up to meet my cheek. My head reeled back and bounced off the wall.

Trent had started pushing me around about a month ago, but I never made a big deal about it. I thought he'd stop. I didn't even know what I did to make him like this. I never said anything, did anything, or didn't do anything that would warrant this. He had been so perfect six months ago. What happened to that amazing guy who asked me to the Winter Ball back in December? Now he was always angry about something and didn't care about me at all. School had been let out for summer just over a week ago and I had no excuses to get away, but I knew I had to somehow.

"Ya know what, Trent?" I asked, puking up the words with the little courage I had left in me.

"Shut the fuck up, Jaymie!" he yelled, causing me to flinch.

"I've finally had enough of this. I don't know what happened to the Trent I used to know, but I'm not putting up with your crap anymore. Stay away from me!" I shouted back as I made a run for the door.

Trent reached out to pull me back by my wrist. He let go of it and reached his arm back to deliver a hard, solid punch to my right eye. I could see spots and I staggered a little, but I took full advantage of the fact that his hand was no longer holding on to me. I turned around and slammed the front door open. As if someone up above was on Trent's side, it was pouring rain once I hit the sidewalk and I could barely see where I was going. I didn't let that slow me down for a second though as I took off running in the direction I knew my house was located.

I was never good at running. I was the kid in gym who would only run when the teacher was looking. Apparently, Trent was filling in for the teacher and I wasn't taking any chances on seeing if he was still coming after me or not. As I pumped my legs and forced myself to run the entire two miles to my house, I took a swift turn down the alleyway and climbed over the wooden fence securing our backyard.

The rain had finally begun to lighten up as I pushed open the sliding glass back door to my family's home. It was around nine so I knew that I wouldn't be disturbing my Mom or my younger sister Addison. Unfortunately mom was walking into the kitchen right as I was attempting to make a break for my room. As I looked up I heard her gasp before I saw her.

"Jaymie, what happened to you? Are you alright?" she asked in her shocked, but still nurturing, motherly voice.

"I don't know what happened. Trent just got really mad and started hitting me. I tried to stop him. I wasn't strong enough though. I ran all the way here from his house," I spouted out the hasty reply, stuttering every so often with tears coming to my eyes as I realized the gravity of the situation.

"How long has this been going on, sweetie? What can I do?" Mom said as she came forward to hug me.

"He's been doing this for about a month now. I don't think I can stay here anymore, Mom. I want to go live with Dad," I explained as I leaned back and looked her dead in the eyes.

Her eyes widened as she took in the extremity of the damage Trent had done. I was sure my eye had a lovely bruise accompanying it after being punched and I already knew my shoulder was bruised pretty badly. My cheek stung too, so I imagined that the slap might have broken the skin. She simply nodded as tears filled her eyes as well. This caused my progressively building tears to fall down my cheeks, leaving hot, salty trails down my face.

"Anything to keep you safe, sweetheart. I can call your father in the morning and tell him you want to live with him your senior year. I'm sure he'd love to have you," she answered comfortingly as she stroked my back with her hand. "You go take a shower and head on up to bed. I'm sure you could use it. I love you."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you, too," I said as I began to walk up the stairs connected to the kitchen. I paused to add one quick thing with a small smile, "Thanks for being so understanding, too. You're the best."

AN: So, what'd you think? Love it? Hate it? Want more? I'm really excited to write this story so I'd love to hear some feedback. If you have any ideas you'd like to see in the story, I'd love to hear those, too. Also, if anyone is interested in being my beta, I would love the extra pair of eyes to catch any mistakes before publishing. Thanks for reading!

-Bee-