The bedroom door opened, seven year old Hadley Morrison waddling out and creeping down the hardwood steps. The yelling had began hours ago, voices rising by each second. Her mother, Maranda, gritted her teeth, her face bright red with anger. Her husband, Ryan, shook his head in frustration, mumbling curse words under his breath. Their gazes fell upon Hadley, her blonde waves jolting as she tipped her head towards one side, "Mom, Dad, why are you fighting?" her quiet words dripped with curiousity.

Hadley had always been mature for her age, her first words starting at the age of six months. From then on, the young girl had always been mature, her words and sentences more intelligent than those of an average seven year old. Being able to carry on a full conversation by the age of three.

Maranda gently walked towards her daughter, reaching out a kind hand. "Hadley, we're not fighting. We're just having a discussion." her words intented to sooth the young girl, ending up doing the opposite. "You're lying. Don't lie. It's horrible to lie, so stop it. Now." her cold words shocked Maranda, the young mother raising an eyebrow at her daughter.

A distant cry startled the silence, Hadley's eyes flickering towards the stairs. "See? You woke up Pippa. Nice job." Hadley's grey eyes fell cold upon her parents, the seven year old marching back up the stairs. She quietly opened up her little sister's door, the one year old's crying becoming louder as the door was fully opened.

Her brown curls were matted with sweat, obviously having had a rough night. Hadley carefully lowered the crib wall, gently taking the baby into her arms. She slowly returned downstairs, her eyes returning to their cold stare as she faced her mother and father. "See? Pippa is awake, and crying her eyes out because of you two. We're all a family, and you don't hurt family." she cooed Pippa once more, kissing the infant's curls tenderly.

As Maranda and Ryan looked at their daughter's, not even the slightest thought of the girl's futures crossed their minds. The young parents had no idea how, special, both girls were. They had no clue that one day, their daughter's entire worlds would be corrupted and shaken, changing everything.

Hadley's gaze flashed to her parents once more, clutching Pippa to her chest still, "Now if you don't mind, Pippa and I are going to bed. You two should do the same."

And with that, the small girl was gone, her gentle footsteps barely audible. Maranda and Ryan shared an un-easy glance, wordlessly returning to their bedroom.

Seven Years Later

Hadley, now fourteen years of age, skipped down the stairs into the kitchen. This being her morning routine. The clock on the oven read 5:30, light just creeping over the mountain-tops in the distance. She scurried around the kitchen, her straight blonde hair flying behind her, her layers continuosly falling into her pale face. Her long eyelashes batted against her high-cheekbones as she hurriedly fryed the turkey bacon in the pan. With a sizzling spit from the pan, a burning drop of oil landed on her wrist, the calm girl gritting her teeth in pain.

She hurried along, though, acting as if the burn had never happened. She continued to hurry, her time to run upstairs running out. In a matter of minutes, it would be time to wake up Pippa and prepare her for the day as well. She quickly glanced at the clock once more, 6:25, time to get Pippa.

Hadley placed the fresh bacon on a plate, leaving it in the microwave and grabbing a strip for Pippa. She quickly slowed down her pace, fear of waking her parents coursing through her entire body.

After that night where Hadley had taken over in raising Pippa, Maranda and Ryan had never been the same. Maranda had started drinking, addiction obvious. She was never violent, though, just irritable and dizzy. Ryan had given up on mostly everything, letting his weight take over. His chocolate eyes now glazed over without care.

Neither parent was ever abusive, not physically at least. Words were constantly thrown towards Hadley, even once towards Pippa. It still pained Hadley to recall the look of betrayel and pain flashing through Pippa's rich brown eyes. The eight year old had stared at her mother with those eyes, her jaw dropped in astonishment. Hadley had quickly told Pippa to go to her room, as soon as the door clicked shut, Hadley had lost her temper.

She tried to control her anger, truly, but that day, she lost it. The fourteen year old had screamed at her mother at the top of her lungs, anger and rage taking control. Maranda had looked at her with dizzy eyes, her temper kicking in as she began to yell at Hadley. Before she could begin though, Hadley held up a hand to silence her, shook her head in disgust, and hurried upstairs to talk to Pippa.

Hadley gently knocked on Pippa's door, opening it within seconds. The eight year old lay asleep on her purple sheets, her brown curls scattered about around her. Her features were much like Hadley's; long eyelashes, downward lip line that created a frown constantly, high cheekbones, and pouty lips. Both were gorgeous girls. The difference in them, though, was their hair. Maranda had been Quileute, explaining Pippa's brown curls. Ryan on the other hand, had been a platinum blonde, Hadley coming out with only a tint darker than that.

For a while, Hadley simply stood in the doorway. Watching Pippa's soft and even breathing, her small chest rising and falling gently.

It was then, that the fourteen year old began thinking. Not on one particular subject, her mind wandering over one large topic though. She thought of all the things that Pippa could be one day, with the right encouragement and careful raising. Hadley felt ashamed of herself. Ashamed of the fact that she had to wake herself and Pippa up at the crack of dawn, just to avoid their parents. Ashamed of the fact that she did all she could to keep Pippa away from them, fearful that they might say something to the young girl.

That's when Hadley made up her mind. Made the decision that would completely alter their life forever. She would call their Aunt in La Push, and live with her and her son.

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Like any other day, Hadley walked Pippa to school, and then walked the remainder to her own school. The day passed quickly, and soon enough, Hadley stood infront of Pippa's elementary school, awaiting the small girl to rush out the doors. Pippa's curls bounced as she ran towards Hadley, a bright smile on her face. But as she came closer to Hadley, she noticed the deep frown placed upon her sister's lips.

"Hadley, what's wrong?" Pippa's face became solemn as she asked this, looking deep into her sister's eyes. Sighing, Hadley faced Pippa, "Let's stop by the coffee shop on the way home. I want to talk to you."

Without hesitation, Pippa nodded and the two sister's began towards the shop.

"So Pip, I was thinking this morning. I thought it through when I was in school, and I think I'm going to do it." Hadley stared straight forward, thinking of her next words. "What do you think you're going to do?" Pippa faced her sister, her eyes full of question. "We can't stay here. Like this. It's not right." Hadley shook her head, her gaze falling on the cracked sidewalk under her feet. "I think that you and I should go and live with Aunt Meghan. Maran-, Mom's sister. In La Push, Washington.

Pippa stopped walking, turning to face Hadley, "Why?" she raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting in the sunlight. Hadley sighed, facing Pippa in return, "We can't live like this anymore Pip. We deserve to have a nice home. Where we have a future. I thought about it over and over again, and I think it's our best option. I'm calling Meghan when we get to the coffee place." Pippa processed everything, thinking over what her sister just told her. Taking a deep breath, she nodded, smiling up at Hadley. Hadley's eyes lit up as she returned Pippa's gentle smile.

The chilly October wind nipped at the girl's faces, the warmth of the Coffee Shop surrounding them as they stepped through the door. They silently took a seat at a booth, sitting across from eachother and taking deep breaths. They stared at eachother for a moment, anticipation rising.

"Well are you going to call or what?" Pippa broke their silence, watching Hadley with eager eyes. "Okay! I'm going!" Hadley nodded quickly, pulling out her cell phone from her pocket. She hesitantly dialed the number, tension rising as the phone rang. The phone clicked, and a kind voice answered,

"Hello?"

Hadley's breathing hitched, her eyes widening towards Pippa. "Hi, is this Meghan Brown?" the line paused, her voice returning though, "Yes, who's this?". Hadley regained her confidence, her words coming out smooth by now, "This is Hadley Morrison, your sister Maranda's daughter.". Meghan's voice lit up, her words flying out of her mouth, "Oh my goodness! Hadley! How have you been? And Pippa too, how is she?", Hadley chuckled to herself, flashing a reasurring smile towards Pippa.

"I've been fairly good, Pippa too. I kind of called to ask you something..." Hadley trailed off, her question coming out next, "I was wondering, if Pippa and I could come and live with you in La Push?"

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Hadley quietly led Pippa up the front steps, hiding the plane tickets in her front pocket. The two slipped upstairs, hurrying to Pippa's bedroom first. Hadley quickly helped her little sister pack her suitcases, delicately placing each piece of clothing in her bags. She kissed Pippa's head and hurried to her own bedroom to quickly pack her things.

After a quick hour of packing both girl's things, the two hesitantly walked into the darkly lit living room. "Ma, Dad, Pippa and I want to talk to you." Hadley called out, taking Pippa's hand in hers. Maranda and Ryan faced them, their eyes full of questioning, "What's that?" Ryan mumbled. Hadley took a deep breath, standing infront of both of them.

With a deep breath, Hadley began, "So, I've been thinking lately. Pippa and I have grown up here in Wyoming, and it's such a nice place. But, Pippa and I need a change. We talked to Aunt Meghan, and we're leaving today. To go live with her."

Ryan and Maranda's eyes widened, realization hitting them. "You're not leaving! Either of you!" Maranda screamed, standing up. Hadley's eyes turned ice cold, her mouth forming a straight line, tilted downwards as normal, "Yes we are. And you can't stop us." And with that, Hadley took Pippa's hand in her own, grabbed their luggage, and marched out the front door.

As the two girls hopped into the taxi, Pippa tried to look towards the house. Hadley caught her gaze, slowly shaking her head 'no'. The taxi began forward, driving out the long winding driveway. Hesitantly Hadley took one more glance at the house she was raised in, saying a silent farewell.

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The plane landed, water droplets drizzling down the plane windows. Pippa looked to Hadley, her eyes full of question and anticipation. "It'll be okay Pip. We're going to be okay no matter what." Her reasurring words brought a gentle smile to Pippa's small face.

As the two got off of the plane, grabbing their luggage, they waited in the hard plastic chairs to find their Aunt Meghan. They searched the sea of people, mostly russet skinned Quileute men and woman. One group seemed to stick out, though, five tall Quileute men, built beyond reality. A short woman stood with them, her brown hair cut into a bob, her ageing face kind and loving.

The woman made eye contact with Hadley, her face lighting up as realization hit her. She hurried towards Pippa and Hadley, the five men slowly following her. "Excuse me, are you Hadley Morrison?" her excitement showed in her eyes, a smile beginning to grow on her face. "That's me," Hadley slowly nodded, Pippa watching the woman carefully. The woman's gaze was brought to Pippa, an instantaneous smile forming on her lips, "Is this little Pippa?". Pippa nodded, her eyes never leaving the woman. "Oh I'm sorry! I'm Meghan Lahote, your aunt,".

Hadley studied Meghan, taking in her smile lines and motherly eyes. "I want you to meet your cousin," Meghan began, pulling one of the tall men forward. His jaw was more defined than the rest, his face more pointed and eyes more cold. Hadley watched him carefully, taking in his cold stair and downward pointed lips like her own. "This is Paul."

"Well isn't that a happy face?" Hadley smirked at Paul as the men behind him released booming laughter. Meghan attempted to hold in her laughter, failing as Paul sent her a death glare. Pippa giggled, Paul shooting her a glance and glaring.

"Okay, okay, how about we meet the guys?" Meghan began, smiling, "Hadley, Pippa, this is Jared, Jacob, Sam," she paused, facing the last one, " and this is Seth."

He met Hadley's gaze, his world seeming to freeze in that moment. A bright smile lit up Seth's face as he took a step towards Hadley, the blonde immediatly taking one step back. Paul chuckled, Meghan's eyes widening at the two. "Nice to meet you," he took another attempt, smiling brightly. Hadley hesitantly nodded, "You too. Can we go now?".

Meghan sighed in laughter, shaking her head back and forth. "This will be very interesting..."