An Imprint story! I've never wrote an imprint story before even tho i love readin gthem but im starting to get tired of the same old story line because basically im only reading them for their fluffs. Anywho, my friend is helping me out with this story and i hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I dont own the werewolves...i wish..or the whole twilight thingy

Prologue

Wyatt Hartz was arrested on November 20th at 4:05 P.M. of murdering Susan and Gale Hartz, parents of a 17 year old daughter and 23 year old son, Zoey and Wyatt. The brutal murder was reported by Wyatt Hartz, himself, who was coming home for Thanksgiving. Police investigations conclude that Wyatt murdered the couple. Zoey Hartz was coming home from school when she was encountered by a bloody scene and her brother, Wyatt holding a knife. Wyatt called the police on his own and did not murder Zoey. Police says she was dazed, apathetic, and did not answer their questions concerning about the murder. Police aren't sure of the motive of the murder.

November 20, 3:45 P.M. -ZOEY-

"Yes! It's the weekeeeeeend!" My best friend in the world, Jamey yelled right next to my ear by the locker. "Finally! Next weekend is Thanksgiving Break which is gonna be awesome! I can't wait to get a break!" I slammed my locker shut after I put in and pulled out the right textbooks and notebooks for tonight, making the dreadful metal banging noise that blend in with all the rest of them around us.

"Hey, I have to run some errand for my mom at Ralphs, how about I meet you at your house later?" Jamey says, rolling her eyes. "Lame, but yeah whatever. We gotta finish that match on Halo 3!" I reply. "Yeah, yeah you are gonna lose!"

We separate to our own paths as we walk out of school. I internally groan as I remember that my older brother, Wyatt is here for the Thanksgiving, which means I'm gonna come home right in middle of a yelling match since both my parents stay home in the afternoons because they have night shifts. You see, our parents aren't the nicest parents in the planet. They are sometimes jerks who only cares about money and education. It has always been that way but I was never the one to say anything for myself, it was always Wyatt who spoke for himself and yelled back at them.

I sighed as I slowly walk towards my house in a depressed mood. Usually I can hear the yelling from one block away but today, silence. Huh. Weird. I grab my keys from my front right pocket of my jeans as I reach the front door steps. There's the keys clinging sound and opening of locks a thousand times before I can finally open the damn thing. That door has been difficult since forever! We need to fix this dumb old thing. As I walk in there's a eerie silence.

"Mom! Dad! Wyatt! I'm home!" A few seconds later a footstep comes from the living room where I can't see yet. Wyatt enters the hallway and the first thing I see is blood on his shirt.

"Hey Zoe, how was school?" He sounds scarily normal even though he is bleeding!

"Wyatt, what the fuck happened? Are you okay? Where's mom and dad? Don't worry I'm gonna get you something to stop the bleeding, where does it hurt, I'm gonna call the ambulance!" He waves it off and says "Zoe, calm down I already called the police. I'm sorry." This confuses me.

"Police? Aren't you bleeding!?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "Zoe, this isn't my blood. By the way mom and dad's in the kitchen." Then, he walks back to the living room as I am standing there trying to contemplate what he actually meant. I walk in the kitchen as I call out "Mom? Dad? Did you see Wyatt's-" I stop dead in my tracks as I see pools of blood on the floor. I slowly turn my eyes toward the source. I find my dad lying on the floor blood coming out of his body. Next to him, mom is lying on the ground almost exactly like my dad. I scream. I scream as loud as I can.

"WYATT! WYATT! WYATT! OH MY GOD! HELP!" Tears are pouring from my eyes as I run to the living room just to find Wyatt sitting on the couch looking at me as I enter the room.

"Hey, so I guess you found them? Good." My lips are quivering as I watch my brother go crazy. "Wyatt...WHAT DID YOU DO!? Why? WHY!? I know you hated them but why did you kill them!? What about me, Wyatt? You are just gonna leave me alone!?" My knees buckle as I look out the window and the sirens are all over the neighborhood. I look back at my brother who I cared the most and who I looked up to the most because he always seemed to do better than me in everything. But not today. He was a murderer.

He stands up and comes toward me. I help myself up from the floor and wipe the tears off. He hugs me as tight as I could and I knew right then, he was scared. I closed my eyes as the tears start to come pouring again.

"I will never forgive you for this. You shouldn't have done this. Why Wyatt, why?" He sighs and backs up.

"I had to do this. I couldn't live like this and I didn't want you to be with them like this anymore. You always knew this was going to happen sooner or later." I look down at my feet and close my eyes. He walks pass by me to the front door and I run after him.

"Wyatt! Don't do this, please!" I beg for him but it was too late. He opens the door and there are police force everywhere. I sink back onto the floor and sob. This is it? What am I supposed to do now?

I look at my parents lying on the floor, dead. The people who raised me and somewhat i'm sure did care about us, but just didn't know how to. Several police force with guns come entering the house and sees me on the ground. Then they see my parents. They pick me up and leads me to the front door where I am greeted by the flashing lights and men with guns. Neighbors who are devastated and curious are behind several police trying to stay them calm. I feel happy for them. Hey, yeah enjoy the show motherfuckers! I glare at them as I am led to one of the police cars.

I see my brother getting handcuffed and walking to another police car led by two of the police forces. As our car start to move I see Jamey among the crowds of neighbors trying to get through. I want to shout to her I'm fine but the windows are locked.

I am in the interrogation room asked questions but all of them, I can't answer because I don't know the answer. The detective is staring pitifully at me and I want desperately for him to just stop looking at me like that.

Jamey is waiting for me after I get out. "OH MY GOD, ZOE!!" She hugs me so tight and I enjoy the comfort. "I'm so glad nothing happened to you...I'm sorry about..your brother and your parents..I can't believe it..." She trails off. I understand that no one would know how to say to a person like me in this situation so I just brush it off. "It's okay. I'm fine. I'm fine." But deep inside, I know I'm not, I would have a major breakdown later alone. She just looks at me understandingly and leads me out of that hell hole.

I have no family members left to take care of me so they decide to call our family friend who lives in La Push, WA. Her name is Sandy Adwala.

It's done. I'm flying to the state of Washington and going to live with Sandy at a small indian reservation there and I'm so glad that I am going to be away from L.A. and hope never coming back because there is nothing left there for me to do anything. Might as well get on with it.