Alright people. This is my second story. WOO! Yeah I know. But I am still doing Welcome To La Push Florida Girl so don't panic. I just had to get this idea out of my head before I forgot it. So yeah... Here it is!

disclaimer: i do not own anything.

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"Where the hell have you been?" my father snarled as I walked to the kitchen for some water.

I have to be strong. He can't hurt you as bad as yesterday Kelly. He's only had about two beers so far. I chanted in my head. Or so it looked. "A-at the court h-house." I stuttered as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"And why the hell were you at the courthouse." He said through gritted teeth, grimacing at me. He always blames me for everything that happens to him. I can't remember a single day he didn't try to belittle me or cuss or when he was drunk enough (which was usually was all the time) beat me. And I had the bruises and the mysterious trips to the emergency room to prove it.

I swallowed loudly. I was shaking so hard. "I-I was talking to them about living with mom."

I cringed as his beer bottle flew in front of my face and shattered into tiny shards against the cabinet and a few stray pieces cut my cheek. "What the fuck do you think your doing? Don't you dare think that you can escape this! You're a piece of shit just like your whore of a mother and a weak-ass punk like your brother!" he yelled at me and gripped my arms with all his might. I cringed for the painful blow I knew he would deliver anytime. "You can't run away from this you insignificant little worm! No one will ever care about you! Do you understand me?" he yelled even louder. I nodded vigorously feeling the tears come in my eyes. Thirteen years I have been dealing with him. Thirteen years I have spent with this- this monster. And before I could blink my face was met with his hand. The slap stung as he threw me onto the ground and I slid until I connected with the wall knocking the air from my lungs. I let out an oaf as he walked over to me gasping for air. "You're a piece of shit just like you mom." He kicked me in the gut. "Just like your brother." Kick. "And just like your fucking uncle." Kick. I was grasping my stomach as I tried to regain my surroundings and get oxygen back into my body. He glared at me. "Your worthless." And with that he grabbed another beer and walked back to the living room as he glared. I let the tears finally fall as I thought of how he used to do this to my mother thirteen years ago. I don't want to be here anymore. I never want anything to do with him.

I got up, holding onto the wall for support. I made my way into the living room and down the small hallway to my room. I walked in and pulled my suitcase and duffle bag out from my bed. I opened them and walked to my full-length mirror. I pulled my shirt up. I looked at the bruises starting to form on my torso. I gingerly moved my hand over my ribs and winced at the searing pain where no doubt I had a cracked rib. I pulled it back down and went to my dresser. I unloaded everything into my suitcase and duffle bag. When everything was packed I stuffed it all under my bed and waited for him to come back and do even worse after he had a few more drinks. I unfolded the court order for all custody of me is given to my mother by order of me. I folded it back up and stuffed it in my jean pocket and waited for him to come back and do his worst.

Twenty minutes later my door creaked open. My head snapped up. This is it. He glared at me with hatred and disgust in his glazed over eyes. "You little bitch." He said and took a swig of his beer and dropped the bottle to the ground. He lurched forward and pulled me by the hair to the floor. I learned over the years to keep my mouth shut and let him go through it without giving him the indication that I was scared. I tried to get up when his foot came down on my back. "You think your so smart, don't cha?" he sneered. I let out a small whimper. "Ohh… I bet you want your mommy." He cooed sarcastically. "Well I just hate to be the bearer of bad news but you've been under my custody since you were two. So sorry but no dice." Some of his words were slurred. I'm not going to lie. My father is an extremely huge guy. He has so many muscles from working construction and I knew he did his job very well. "Your nothing to me." He said and kicked me in my already throbbing rib and sent a shock wave of pain throughout my body. "Little shit." He muttered and staggered out of my room. I lay there on the ground and listened as his footsteps echoed down the hall as he walked to his room, closed the door, and passed out on his floor. I lay there for a couple minutes silently crying and muffling my cries of pain. I finally got up and pulled my stuff out from under my bed and pulled the bus ticket I had bought on the way home from my back jeans pocket.

I nodded to myself and silently walked down the carpeted hallway to the front door. He never locked it so I didn't have to have a key. I crept out and silently shut the door. I slung my duffle bag over my head and arm and carried my suitcase to the nearest bus stop. It was about a mile and a half to the nearest stop. I sat on the bench and rubbed my hands together. It was so cold even here in Clarkston. I was on the other side of the state from my mother and brother. And I haven't even mentioned that I've never even met them. I've only talked to Tristan through email, my cell phone (that I paid for myself) and chats. He knows all about how my father is treating me and is severely depressed about me. I was really anxious. I texted him that I got the court order and was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus to come. Soon after he texted back asking, "What did he say about it?" we never used his name. We referred to him as he or him or his for anything, Tristan hated him as much as I do, but I have fear of him and Tristan understands that. He's kept mom in on what's going on with the court for the past three years. I've been trying to get it for three long years. I got annual physicals from the people and meetings explaining that he was an abusive father but they needed real evidence to put him away. I never told Tristan about him letting his friends 'use me' for their personal pleasure, no I couldn't break his heart and I would cry just explaining it to him and he would kill himself for not being able to protect me from him. A couple minutes later the bus pulled up. "This is it." I whispered to myself as I waited for it to crawl up.

I got on the bus and sat in a seat to the back. There were only two other people on the bus besides me. They both had the pitch-black hair I have and russet skin, but mine was more of a natural tan because of my dad's genetics. It was a man and a little girl, both were passed out and the girl was using the man as a pillow. The girl had long hair while the man had cropped hair. I thought of the sleep they were getting and I started to doze off. It's going to be a long ride.

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"We're now arriving in Forks, Washington." The driver said over the speaker and my eyelids fluttered open. I looked around to see the man and little girl gone and a couple other people sitting on the bus. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked at my phone. It read 5:32 am. I yawned. It was a long ride. But it will be worth it when I get to the La Push courthouse to meet the rep from there so he can bring me to my mom's place and she can do some paper work. An hour later we came to the La Push border.

"Finally." I muttered. It took the bus another ten minutes just to get to the courthouse. I got out and stretched a bit as the bus pulled away. It was just sprinkling a little so I walked to the front. As I opened the door I was caught with a warm breeze. I set my suitcase on the ground as I approached the secretary. Just say it. Just say it. I chanted in my head. "Umm… I'm looking for Jonathan Ellis." I squeaked.

The secretary looked up at me over he designer glasses and looked me over. She raised an eyebrow and opened her desk drawer. "Name?" she asked bluntly and bored.

"Umm… Kelly Johns. I'm here to turn custody of me over to my mother, Anna Uley." I said a bit fast.

She pulled out a file and got up form her chair and walked around the desk. "Mr. Ellis is in a meeting and it will take about another thirty minutes." She said looking over what I'm guessing is my file. Her head shot up and looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "You came all this way from Clarkston?" I nodded. She looked back at my file and bit her lip. "I'm sorry… my dad was abusive too." She looked at me with sad eyes. "I know how you feel." She eyed my cheek. "Do you want anything? Are you hungry?" she asked nicely.

I nodded. "Something warm. Soup if you have it." I said hesitantly. She nodded.

We sat at her desk for the whole thirty minutes. Me drinking my soup and her drinking coffee. I found out her name was Naomi and her dad was extremely physical with her and her younger brother and sister. She had Jonathan Ellis give custody of them to her aunt and uncle. So now she works for the man who gave her freedom. "Well Naomi, you're very chatty today now aren't you?" in walked a lanky man in about his late forties or so.

Naomi stood up. "Mr. Ellis, this is Kelly Johns- Anna Uley's daughter. She arrived half an hour ago." She replied.

He nodded. "I see. Well Ms. Johns please follow me." He walked down a hall, me following suit. We walked into an office. "Please have a seat." He motioned to one of the two seats in front of his desk. He had books around the room with a wooden desk. He smiled warmly. "Naomi, call Ms. Uley and inform her that her daughter has arrived." She nodded and left the room. "I have to go and get the paper work ready. I'll be back in a few minutes. Please make your self at home Ms. Johns. He said and got up to leave the room.

I got my phone out and decided to call Tristan. It rang three times before I was greeted by a tired, "Hello?" followed by a yawn.

"Tristan?" I asked hesitant.

"Kelly? What's wrong?" he asked more alert.

I smiled. He can be such a worrywart sometimes. "Yeah it's me. I'm fine. I'm at the courthouse right now. I'm in Jonathan Ellis's office." I said laughing a bit.

"Really? You mean he didn't come after you?" he asked happy.

"Yeah. But when I see you I think I have to go to the hospital." I said getting depressed.

"What did he do to you now?" he sneered.

"I think I have another cracked rib. My stomach is bruised too." I added.

He let out a shaky breath. "God I'm so sorry I was never there for you Kel. Really you have no idea what it's been like since I got in touch with you and you told me what he was doing. It's been eating at me that I can't help you."

"I know Trist. It's in the past now. Lets forget about it. Please, for me?" I pleaded. The thought of that man again made my throbbing rib hurt even more.

He sighed. "Alright… for you. Oh! I can't wait to introduce you to my friends. You'll love them I know! And Uncle Sam too! He's so cool, trust me!" he said excited.

I bit my lip. "Um… Trist?" I asked hesitant.

"Yeah?"

"Look, um… I'm-I'm not really a people person. With everything that happened with, um… you know, it kind of left me with this trust issue." I said looking at my nails.

"Oh." He said a bit depressed. "Well I'll help you, I promise. Kelly I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." He said defiantly. I heard a knock on his end and he said, "Come in." it was muffled on the other end. "Yeah I know, I'm talking to her right now." He said. So it was about me.

"Is that mom?" I asked.

"Yeah. Alright I'll get dressed and we'll go." He said to me then mom. "Kay. Looks like we'll be reunited very soon, sis."

I smiled at the sound of him saying that. "See you then, bro." I said back and we hung up. I smiled to myself.

There was a click and the door to the office opened. Naomi walked in. "Hey, I got a hold of your mom and she's on her way here." She said with a smile. I nodded and thanked her. We sat in Jonathan's office waiting for about fifteen minutes.

The door to the office opened and Naomi and I both looked in the direction. "Alright, now we just have to do a couple of documents and then all rights to your daughter will be yours." Jonathan said while opening the door to reveal a very beautiful woman in about her late thirties with jet-black hair with dark brown eyes and russet skin and a boy who looked more like a man with cropped black hair and bright blue eyes like mine and just a bit tanner skin than me. He was very handsome and well built. They both looked at me with wide eyes. Jonathan took a breath as I stood up and swallowed hard. I was very nervous. "Anna. This is your daughter… Kelly."

He stated and moved as my mom broke out in tears and moved forward to hug me. I sucked in a breath when she hugged my ribs. Tristan quickly pulled her off and asked, "You okay?" I nodded biting my lip. "Mom we need to get her to a hospital. He did it again before she left."

She nodded and turned back to me. "Oh sweetie! I'm so sorry you had to live with him! I wanted to get custody of both of you but because you were so young it would take a lot to raise two toddlers on my salary, so they gave you to your father and…" she choked out in tears.

"It's alright mom. I'm here now, that's all that matters." I said comforting her. She nodded.

"Ms. Uley lets go into another room and get this paper work out of the way. Um, Ms. Johns in the letter you said that you want your mothers name, correct?" he asked me.

I nodded tentatively. "That's correct." I said shakily.

He smiled warmly and walked out of the room with my mother and Naomi, leaving Tristan and me alone. I turned to him. We faced each other, waiting for the other to speak first. He smiled with warm eyes and said, "Welcome home Kelly." I was taken back by the comment and felt fresh tears form in my eyes. I felt warm arms around me and Tristan murmur, "It's okay. You home now. He can't hurt you. Your free of him." he comforted me.

I was smiling the whole time though. "Say it again." I choked out.

"Say what again?" he asked hesitant.

I smiled. "Say I'm home again."

I felt him smile. "Your home."

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Well what do you think? I know it's not a happy funny story. It's probably the total opposite of Florida Girl. Don't judge me!! Reviews pwease!