A/N Hey people this is my first fan fiction, so when you review, give me any thoughts. It can be nice, mean, cruel, hurtful, super awesome … yeah, you get it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All things from Twilight go to Stephenie Meyer. The song, Breakaway, belongs to Kelly Clarkson.

Chapter One- Breakaway

My life was hard. That's how I always put it. When I was young, my parents died in a car crash. The neighbors who found their bodies then dragged me (and I mean that more literally than you think) to my grandfather's house. I hated him.

Hate is such a strong word.

Fine. I strongly despised him.

Oh boy.

Shut up. No one needs to listen to you right now. Anyways, my grandfather was rich. He owned a huge mansion and almost all the stores and buildings in my city. Around him, I always had to be perfect.

Perfect hair.

Perfect smile.

Perfect remarks.

He even tried to set me up with guys he approved of. The last boy I dated was nothing like the person he said he was. Instead, he bossed me around like I was his maid, here to serve him as he wished. If I didn't obey, he smacked me. Or worse.

No one really thought much about it when I showed up at school with a purple and black bruise around my eye. I was clumsy. I'd had the same exact mark when a field hockey ball got launched into the air and I happened to be in its flight path.

Of course, Lacey noticed. She promised she wouldn't tell anyone. She was my best friend. More than that, she was like my sister. We told each other everything. This is why I went straight to her when I'd gotten an invitation from my Aunt Emily to come live with her in La Push, Washington for awhile. Well, I went to her second, since I had to ask my grandfather's permission first. And, of course, he had said no. So I was going to Lacey for advice.

"Lace, I want to go. I need to go!" I exclaimed.

She patted her bed, telling me to sit down next to her. "I know you do, Bri. I'm just trying to think of a way for you to go."

I sighed and laid down next to her. I stared at the familiar cracks on her bedroom ceiling. I knew for a fact there were exactly six of them that were caused by me. "Even if my grandfather had said yes, I still would have had to get away from Christopher. You and I both know the only way I could escape him was if I ran away."

Lacey jumped to her feet and turned to me, a triumphant look on her face. "Briana, that's it! You can run away. Emily already sent you tickets."

I sat up, staring awe-struck at my best friend. "That's brilliant!"

"I know," Lacey said, flipping her straight, brown hair over her shoulder, imitating the snobby girls at our school. I was going to miss that when I left. Suddenly, an idea hit me.

"Hey Lace. Aunt Em sent me two tickets, one for me, one for my grandfather."

"Well, I guess one will have to go to waste."

"No… how 'bout you come with me?"

"Bri! Are you serious?"

"As serious as the Joker," I smiled, saying one of our many inside jokes.

"Omighosh! You are the best!" Lacey squealed and hugged me. We jumped up and down, giggling like four-year-olds, fantasizing about how fun it will be to go on a road trip together.

A few days later, we were on plane, flying to Seattle, where Aunt Emily's fiancée, Sam Uley, would pick us up. Lacey's mom and dad had agreed to let her go with me, in full knowledge that I was running away. They were the kind of parents who let there kids go with the flow. They would cover for me, telling my grandfather there was no point chasing after me with all his work, and they would ship us the rest of our things that we had to leave behind later.

Aunt Emily also knew we were running away. So she had gone to the liberty of furnishing a room that Lacey and I would share. And as for Christopher… well, I was never going to see him again, so I dumped him in a text message:

Hey Chris, it's me, Briana. I just wanted to say I'm dumping you. I would say it's been nice knowing you, but it really hasn't been. So l8r 4eva.

Cruel, I know, but he'd already caused me pain, so why should I spare him? I was a free woman now.

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I prayed I could break away

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

Do what it takes 'til I touch the sky

And I'll

Make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I love

I'll take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway…

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