family?

such a foreign word...

My names Sky, named after my mother seeing as she was the only parent I had. My father was a called Joshua Uley I never met him, he left while my mum was pregnant with me. I grew up with an abusive step father who eventually killed my mother, I don't even know how I was born if I'm honest? You see I was meant to be a twin but with him beating my mum I'm surprised I'm not deformed. My mum was spanish and my dad is quilette I have no family.. like none? I never new my grandparents as they lived in Spain and my other grand parents disowned my father for falling in love with a non quilette girl. i.e; my beloved mother..

I never did understand my mother though but she still married the bastard, after 9 years of being beat by him she still married him.. said she loved him. Guess after we lose people who are really important to us we lose sight of what is normal, what is sane, and what isn't. She was still my mum though, at the age of 9 my mum had me start to learn boxing in the fear that one day he might attack me. I was a near enough a pro at 11 but then came my anger issues, doctors could never tell how I developed them but if you ask me I'll tell you its from years of being helpless. I won't tell you how they found out how I had anger problems because that is a different story involving jail and tommy and err.. we'll talk about that another time.

Every day I would come home from school to broken objects scattering the floor and blood, and you guessed it I had to clean it. I really didn't understand my mother did she want to get beat, why did we never pick up and leave. I asked her once she said 'You never give up on the people you love.' I had to respect her for that, she was strong she fought through the lies and tried to fix her marriage and I get that, But I can't respect her for the choice of not taking that ring off.

She died when I was 15 I came home to see her body on the floor, I tried to resuscitate her, trust me I did but, she was gone. Her lips lined blue, dead lifeless brown eyes, cold marble skin she was to far gone. That day I went to jail but again that's another story.

A week went by before he stated his beatings on me, wonder why? Well, because I got her will, he couldn't get to it or find out any details. I got a house in La push, a bike, £60,680 cash and more when I turn 18.

Unlike him I was smart I picked up all the things I needed and found out how to get to the house, I planned a year from then just so I could finish my education which I still didn't finish and had to leave early. Figured out my long lost best friend Paul lives there in La push, that was when the days were happier. We would always go to his house after we played outside because he knew what went on in my house. Haven't seen him in 11 or 12 ish years and god I missed him. We were so cute I wonder what he looks like I mean I have definitely changed. My once short curly black hair that was constantly up in two small buns at the sides of my head were now straight long mid back length. My crooked child like teeth were now straight white pearl teeth, my tanned skin had discoloured due to lack of vitamin d but I still had my natural glow to my skin. However I don't really tan any ways. I'm constantly mistaken for Meghan Fox because of my appearance however when looking closely you can notice my cheek bones are slight higher and my cheeks and lips had more colour. Oh and it is so annoying to be mistaken for Meghan because 1- I can actually save myself from others. I've never been a damsel in distress, if I was getting hunted by huge human eating robots from transformer I pick up a motherfucking gun, and shoot the living daylights out of them. I didn't plan on dying, thank you very much. 2- I'm more of a tomboy than a girly girl like her, I would rather wear skinny jeans than a skirt any day. I was never one of those girls that didn't eat in front of their boyfriends or the person they loved because it was not ladylike. Ermm sorry but fuck that I need to eat I'm hungry as shit and I'm not going to starve to keep up my so called 'ladylike' status.

Oh, and the obvious eye colour. I was named 'Sky' for a reason I had the most lightly coloured eyes you will probably see in a person, they were almost translucence. Almost white.

I left 2 months after my 17th birthday knowing I was due a beating as he hadn't attacked me in a week. I picked up and left, just didn't come home when straight to the station with my letters, filed, and the got my things and left. £60,680 should be enough to buy new stuff when I got to my destination. I bought a ticket and took the short flight to America, it was to the south west of america and I knew I would have to ride for long. I was determined though, so many thoughts going through my mind. I couldn't go back now though, he would kill me and I knew it, the most sickening part though was the fact that I had been gone for a week and he hadn't even reported it.

I got to La push on a Wednesday midday, did I tell you already it turns out my mum was a real biker back in her days, because I didn't get a casual motor bike I got a Harley Davidson and I'm talking the original, olden day ones. The house was nice to open plan with 2 bedrooms and a en-suite. So here I'am, I looked around for a bit before I decided to do some shopping. I jumped on my bike and went food shopping first no point looking pretty and being hungry, if I'm honest I'd rather have a full stomach and walk round naked. I had them delivered, there was no way I could carry all those bags to my door let alone balance them on my bike.

Next was clothes shopping and no I'm not the girly girl if that's you though I would be, yes I could get any guy I wanted with an ass like mine and figure there was no point even trying they would just come. But no I wont buy any skirts or dresses, heels are an exception though because I'm so short I'm 5,3 and that's pushing it. With a good pair of heels I was just touching average height, hence the 'just'. Although I love my trainers more from nike air-forces to Jordan's.

I ended up buying £460 pounds worth of trainers alone, the rest was on clothes which I must say I did a quite decent with. I bought 2 pairs of pj's, 15 tops and pants and at least 20 pairs of Victoria secret and Ann summers underwear. What can I say I'm still a sucker to matching undies.

Any ways lets zoom us to the present, I'm on my way to La push high school because I have to continue my studies... yeah, I know what a bummer. I tried to go cute tom boy today so people wont mistake me for a dude or something. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? So I'm wearing baggy black jeans that kinda swing low on my hips, a black and white checkered long sleeve top around my waist so that no one can see to much skin, a tight long sleeve crop top it didn't show much ending just above my belly button which meant that only about 2-3 inches of my stomach was showing. Oh, and lets not forget my beloved khaki timberlands, I had my leather rucksack slung over one shoulder and my black snapback and books inside. I currently have my helmet on as I'm bent over on my bike driving at least 40.

Shit, I'm here and I'm on time. As I roll into the parking lot and everything went silent 'shit shit shit shit, they spotted me' I though. I look around for a space, when I found one I slowly park my bike. 'Ignore everyone..' I thought '..and they will ignore you...' and that exactly what I did. I pulled off my helmet shook my head a bit to loosen up and untangle my hair and got off my bike, I swung my bag off my shoulder and got my snapback putting it on back wards as you do. I began to walk from my bike swinging my bag over one shoulder, lifting my arm backwards while still walking I pressed the key locking my bike. By now everyone was talking again probably of me, I just continued on. I few boys were looking at me hungrily, and some at my bike. I jogged up the stairs to the entrance while the parking lot was steady getting louder when I heard a whisper of my name.

I spun around to see someone on the other side of the lot, tanned, handsome, shiny black hair. He looked a lot like... like.. Paul? the one and only Paul across the lot, well I think it was?

'Paul' I whispered back and a giant smile broke across his face. I gasped, and I quickly ran down the stairs running across the lot and jumped into his arms, my legs rounding his waist as he held me close.

'Oh my god, I've missed you so much.. me has provocado una locura, sin ti' I said to him... (you had me going crazy without you -Spanish)

I changed to spanish knowing he would understand, his hold on me only got tighter.

' bien, estoy aqui ahora.. eso es todo lo que importa' he replied back. (Well, I'm here now.. that's all that matters) Paul knew the real me, as you know I'm originally from Spain so I speak fluent Spanish but it doesn't come out much, but when it does its either out of anger, excitement or happiness. You should be very scared if its out of anger though.

We hugged for what felt like ages until someone cleared their throat, I remained in the same position my eyes closed, arms and legs wrapped around his lean body which I must say was very toned.

'decirles a desaparecer no he terminado abrazando todavia' (tell them to go away I'm not done hugging you yet)

Paul laughed and began to detach himself from me, holding me effortlessly at least 2 feet from the ground by my waist. 'Wow, you really changed Sky' I smiled and opened my eyes and everyone around and behind him gasped.

'Dude look at her eyes, they are so cool' said a young boy who looked by far the cutest.

I laughed at that, 'thanks, names Sky if you didn't already here' I replied.

'Seth' he said.

'Pauly aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?' I said pouting and turning an accusing stare on to him, to which he broke from his daydream and registered me.

'Oh, yeah that's Leah, Jared, Quil, Embry, Seth and Jacob's in the car' I said Hi to everyone and turned to say Hi to Jacob.. Then I saw him. Golden skin, thick defined eyebrows, and strong cheekbones. Modelesque, but in a timeless manner. His beauty could take your breath away. I would die if he would just glance in my direction...just one look.

His jaw was firm and strong, and his nose long but slightly crooked, like it had been broken and left to its imperfections. There was an odd hardness about his eyes, though, and a small curve to his lips, as if there were something terribly funny only he knew the answer to, and it was that brief, wicked glance I caught that said maybe he hadn't broken it, but he knew what it looked like. And he liked that. The hint of danger. Made him seem more like something he wasn't.

air..

His lips are slightly full: the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. The rays of sun highlighted the dimples in his cheeks and chin the sunlight almost hitting his face to perfectly. His natural scent as strong as midnight sex. His eyes, god his eyes big mud chocolate brown and daring. His frame so firm and perfectly fit as spectacles of sweat run down the cuts of his defined abs. His hair is like deep waves that I wouldn't mind riding. His touch is soft and gentle, but yet strong and seductive and I hadn't even felt him yet. His breath is like steaming hot bath water as it brushes my face.

But he was gorgeous, perfect, a god even.. Fuck he was sex in a bottle..

breathe..

He is somewhat mysterious, but has an uninviting presents about him that made me all the more interested. He is well built and stands 6'8 minimum. The shape of his Biceps, Triceps, and Deltoids are easily seen through his shirts. Being as muscular as he is, he is neither intimidating or inviting. He was the kind of guy your mother warned you to stay away from but you were still tempted to go after them. I would kill for him to just kiss me, touch me.. I would lay down and be slaughtered just to hear my name be whispered from his plump model lips. He was the type to most definitely turn heads and have girls majorly crush on him, but he was never particularly interested.. But he was most definitely irresistible..

Out of the blue I felt quite light headed and I realised I had been staring at Jacob for all of 5 minutes without air, I'm sure my red lips were turning blue by now. I took in a deep breathe and shuffled on my feet to gain stability as I could feel my body becoming sluggish. I could still feel Jacob penetrating gaze on me, and I could feel the heat travelling up from my fingertips. I just knew it, I was going to blush. I quickly turned away to avoid him seeing my cheeks only to bump into Paul, I could feel myself stumble backwards and continued to look at the floor in an attempt to not be noticed.

Knowing my bad luck it was noticed, 'Aww, is little Sky blushing?' That seemed to gain everyone's attention and everyone laughed, only increasing the redness in my face. I heard a feral growl then muttered 'stupid mutant shape shifting puppies' under my breathe, and began fiddling with my gold watch as if fixing it although it was never broken. It didn't go unnoticed either as everyone stopped laughing and looked at me shocked, dazed and confused as to how I knew, my eyes widened and my skin paled at the realisation to what I had just revealed to prying ears. 'shit shit shit, why'd you tell em Sky why can't you just keep your mouth shut? Huh... Hurry abort mission.. I repeat abort mission.' my brain screamed, and that exactly what I did. I took there shocked, dazed and confused expressions to my advantage and practically ran to the steps taking 2 and a time, I would have taken more but due to my little legs it just wasn't going to happen. Entering the school I got my timetable and was on my way to class my first class.