Prologue

The streets are all that I have known, ever since I fled to them when I was 12 years old. Up until then I lived in a house, not a home. For a house to be a home; there needs to be love and there was none where I grew up.

I lived in that house with my mother and step-father. My mother split from my real dad when I was only a few months old. I don't know who or where my real dad is, my mother left when she meet a young man that would have her. Why she took me was a real mystery, I think she did it to punish him like she did me.

My mother doesn't love me, she blames me for how her life turned out. It was my fault why she got fat, why she didn't get the job, or anything else that went wrong. I don't know when the abuse started, I don't have any memories of when it didn't happen. I used to be so jealous of the other girls in school when there mom's would come and pick them up and hug and kiss them. I never had any of that, I had bruises from where she would punch me, and cracked ribs from her throwing me down the stairs. Sometimes she would go overboard and I would have to go to the hospital. She would put on the good mother act and say that her poor little Bella had no coordination, that I could trip on a smooth surface and they believed her.

Things only got worse when my step-loser came into the picture. He would goad her on, she started to hit me. It was him that got her hooked on drugs and alcohol, and when he got high and wasted I would become his punching bag too. The night I ran away was the night he used my back for a human ashtray. My mother had just watched and poured herself another shot of Jack Daniels.

That night after they went to bed, I forced myself to get up, even though the pain threaten to knock me out. I took all the cash they had and packed a bag of food, the only thing else I took was a picture of my real dad that I found one day in my mother's room. It was a photo of him in the hospital, holding me with such love in his eyes.

I wonder how it feels to be loved by someone. I haven't let another person get close to me since I left Phoenix Arizona. I've traveled a lot, working my way north. I'm now 16 and I found my way to the state of Washington. Here people don't stare at my long sleeves I wear to cover the scars. The sun hides behind the clouds a lot, making me blend in with my pale skin. The lack of sun is a comfort; in Arizona it was always sunny. I've heard people say that if the sun is shining, nothing in the world could be wrong, or that a bright sunny day makes a person happy. The sun was always shining on my worst days.

I don't know what made me do it, I've only stole the essentials, but the shiny car with the engine running and the keys hanging in the ignition was just begging to be taken out for a little spin.

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My first attempt at a Twilight fic, I'm debating of continuing this story or not. So please review to let me know what you think!

P.S- Can anyone help me find a Twilight fic, it used to be in my favorites, but it's gone now. I think I might have removed it by accident. I do remember that the title was a bunch of numbers that started with a 12. It was about Bella and Edward and they were both humans. They live in New York and Edward works at the Twin Towers. On 9-11 Edward goes to work and Bella finds out she's pregnant and decides to surprise him at his work. The towers go down, and Edward makes it out safely and him and Bella are reunited. The story is only two chapters long and it was published I think a couple of years ago. If anyone can tell me that name of that story it will be greatly appreciated!