So this is a Jacob/OC story, because I don't really like the idea of him imprinting on Renesmee. I liked Breaking Dawn alright, but that part just annoyed me. I mean, I don't think Jacob and Bella were meant to be together, but I don't feel her daughter is the one Jacob is supposed to be with.... so here is my story! This will be set to the story line of Breaking Dawn, only with my OC as the imprint instead of Renesmee. I hope you enjoy and please review.

Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own the Twilight series. :(

Roxanne's POV

"You're sixteen, Roxanne; a child. You can't raise that baby."

"This has to change. You can't keep up with that child and do all the things you need to with school and college."

"What kind of life are you gonna give her if you raise her? A single mother who can't even finish high school!"

I closed my eyes as I gently shut the door behind me, hoping and praying they were both in bed so we wouldn't have a repeat of earlier. It was one of the worst fights in months and to get away from my parents I had drove off with Violet to some park, sitting and swinging with her until I thought it was safe to come home. But there they were, waiting for me at the kitchen table. Through the hours the fight had slowly drifted out of my mind, but it all came back as soon as I saw them siting at the kitchen table, looking like they were both ready for a business meeting or something. Violet had fallen asleep by the time I'd gotten home, so I had her cradled in my arms, her head on my shoulder.

"Go put the baby in your room, Roxxie and then we need to discuss a few things." My father said, his voice stern and sharp. I was immediately on edge and I clung to Violet a bit more now.

"Violet's fine with me." I mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to her head. I knew keeping Violet with me when there was sure to be a fight was selfish, but I was going to need her to restrain myself if this was going to be as bad as before. I could see they were both displeased about this, because my father's jaw twitched and my mother's lips smashed into a hard line. They didn't like looking at Violet or being reminded of her existence if they had too. I'd hardly ever heard my parents call her anything other then' the baby' and my mother had held her only twice since she was born. When I was pregnant, they could barely even look at me. It was seven long months of feeling like I wasn't even there. My parents weren't even at the hospital when I'd given birth. It was just Lydia there with me, while I sat scared and in pain.

"Fine," My father sighed, grabbing the bridge of his nose. He waved his other hand at the chair across from me. "Sit then."

I did as I was told as Lydia stopped in the doorway, giving me a sorry look. Oh, boy this couldn't be good. "What... what's up?" I asked, swaying a bit to keep Violet asleep.

"We think it would be best if... if-" My mother started, glancing over at my father to finish for her. He straightened up a bit, staring me straight in the eye for the first time in almost a year.

"If you went to live with your aunt for a while." He finished, lifting his chin and watching me closely. I knew that look well. When I was little it used to scare me, let me know I was extremely close to getting him angry. Now it only served to piss me off more. But I kept calm as I held onto Violet, taking a couple deep breaths.

"You just want to send me away?" I asked, glaring right back at him. "Did it finally get out and your reputation ruined beyond repair?" I sighed, rolling my eyes at them.

My mother gave a scoff, looking at me like I was an idiot. Another look I was familiar with. "Don't start that again, Roxanne. You know that doesn't matter. This is about you and the... baby."

"Please." I muttered, glancing down at Violet's sleeping form. "You don't give a damn about Violet."

"You'll go to live with your Aunt Selene in Forks, Washington," my father went on, ignoring my last comment. He was all business. "You'll take the baby with you and finish school there. Obviously being here isn't working for any of us."

I'd expected this. It was actually a bit of a surprise that they had kept me here this long. I'd waited for this to happen since I'd told them I was pregnant over a year ago. But I suppose they had kept me here this long to try to control me still and "fix" the situation to suit them. But now, after months of arguing they finally seemed to see that I wasn't that little girl who would do whatever they wanted anymore, and this was their brilliant solution. Ship away the problems. I couldn't even bring myself to get angry about this. How many times had I contemplated leaving, but knew I couldn't do it with the little money I had? "Fine." I said, surprising my parents and Lydia. I knew they were expecting a fight, but I knew this was best. I couldn't stand it here and I sure as hell didn't want to spend the rest of my high school here with them.

"Fine?" My mother questioned, clearly disbelieving. I could see her sitting in her chair, perfectly stiff as she waited for another explosive fight. But I simply nodded and gently stood up.

"I'll move. You're right, it's not working." I agreed, watching them both blink at me in confusion. "If were done, I'm going to go put her to bed."

I swept past them then, moving toward my bedroom, feeling slightly free. I was leaving. Everything was suddenly a little bit brighter.

I was packed and out of the house by the end of the week. My parents had even taken a day off of work (my father didn't even take a day off when he got pneumonia) to help me pack up Violet and my things. Lydia accompanied to the airport, hugging Violet and me for a good five minutes. Lydia, who had been our maid since she was sixteen herself, was more of a mother to me then my own. She'd been the only one there for me when I was pregnant and had helped me take care of Violet these last seven months.

"You better call me as soon as you get there, you understand?" She sniffed, wiping a tear from her cheek. I blinked back tears of my own, nodding. Lydia was the only thing I was going to miss here. She'd been the only person who would really listen to me and I could be myself around. She pressed a kiss to my forehead before taking Violet out of her stroller and hugging her too. "You be good for mommy, huh?" Lydia smiled, smiling as Lydia tapped her small hand against her cheek. "I love you both."

I hugged her one more time as the flight woman's voice came over the intercom to announce boarding was starting. "Love you too, Lyd." I whispered, setting Violet back in her stroller and heading onto the plane. I glanced back one more time to see Lydia waving at me before getting onto the plane. I grabbed Violet up and set her in a carrier in the seat next to mine, folding the stroller up and putting it with the other luggage before seating myself by the window. Violet stared up at me with her wide green eyes, sucking on her binky. A couple of people glanced at us curiously as though they were waiting for my parents to come.

It was a short flight and Violet did better then I thought she would. I'd read on the internet that some kids got fussy the whole way because of the air pressure difference, but Violet just slept the whole way, only to wake up to be fed and go straight back to sleep. She'd only cried once for about five minutes, but it was enough to get the old woman across the aisle glaring and muttering at us. I knew it had nothing to do with the fact that Violet was crying, but the fact that a teenage girl was the one with a fussy baby. I'd taken to ignoring woman like that after my fifth month of pregnancy.

My Aunt Selene was just as I remembered her. Severe, neat and slightly scary. We'd only visited her two or three times since I was born, due to the fact that my mother and her didn't get along too well. I wasn't sure why, my mother never talked about it, but you could always feel the tension thick in the air. It always made for extremely awkward visits. The last time I'd seen her was when I was 13 on Christmas at my grandparents house in Florida. I only remembered her scolding me about talking with my mouth full and the fact that she got me the most ugly sweater as a gift.

She hadn't changed much. There were a couple more wrinkles around her eyes, her hair was a bit shorter and streaked with grey. But other then that she looked exactly the same. I waited for some disapproving look from her as she caught sight of Violet (having a baby at sixteen was something I was sure she would be against), but it never came. She glanced between Violet and I for a moment before giving a stiff smile. "Is this all your things?" Was her way of a greeting. I blinked before giving a small nod.

"Um, yeah. My mom mailed the rest of our things-"

"Yes, yes." Aunt Selene interrupted, taking the heavy luggage from me. "I've already got your things."

"Oh... okay." I mumbled, shifting my feet awkwardly. We stood there for a moment and I could feel my cheeks getting redder and redder as I tried to think of something else to say. Violet gave a small grumble from her stroller, causing Aunt Selene to glance at her. I swore for a moment I saw a small flicker of a real smile.

"Well, we should get going." Aunt Selene said, looking back up at me with that stern face again. It was hard to believe that she was actually five years younger then my mom. She always acted more like a severe grandmother then my mother's younger sister.

I followed after her with Violet talking to herself in the stroller as she played with her teddy bear Lydia had gotten her before we left. We all walked to the car silently, putting my things in the back of her large SUV and strapping Violet into her carrier before we headed toward Forks. The car ride was equally quiet and the uncomfortable feeling I usually got around Selene was setting in quickly. I squirmed in my seat, feeling like a little kid again. I didn't get that feeling very often anymore, but somehow Selene brought that feeling in my again. Maybe it was because I'd only ever been around her when I was younger.

"I've enrolled you in Forks High School and set up a sitter for Violet." Selene broke the silence after about twenty minutes. I blinked at her, slightly caught of guard at the fact that she had called Violet by her name. My parents never said her name if they had too. Sometimes I would play dumb with them to see if they would actually say it. It took my mother ten minutes before she had grudgingly called Violet by her name.

"A sitter? Like a daycare or..."

"No, its a local woman, Emily Uley. She watches a couple children around town. I've talked to them and they say she's very good." Selene said matter of factly. But I was still slightly nervous. I'd never left Violet with anyone but Lydia before, so having some stranger watching her made my stomach clench. "She said to call her if you have any questions. She also invited us to a cookout at the beach, so you could talk to her and see her with Violet." Selene's tone sounded slightly more stiff and I could tell she didn't like the idea of going to some cookout on the beach. But I definitely wanted to meet this Emily before I left her alone all day with Violet.

"I'd like that." I said, glancing over at her. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. I just wanna meet Emily before she watches Violet." Selene glanced at me for a moment before nodding. For some reason I took that as her approval. "When is it?"

"Tomorrow night at six. It's at First Beach in La Push, the Indian reservation a couple miles outside Forks." She explained and I nodded. We lapsed into silence again, this one a bit more comfortable then the last. We reached her house after another half hour and I began bringing in our things. Aunt Selene helped me bring the things into her living room. The house was nice and fit Aunt Selene. Plain white walls, everything clean and neat. I could only wonder what Violet and my rooms looked like. "Your room is down the hall, right next to Violet's."

I looked over at her, caught off guard again. My parents, with their large, Victorian mansion wouldn't even set up a room for Violet. They had shoved her things into my room. "Oh... okay. Thanks." I mumbled, grabbing a few of my things to take to my room. Mine was first and to my surprise it was painted a soft pink and had a flowery bedspread. It wasn't my sort of thing, but it was nice of her to decorate it. I set my things down before grabbing Violet out of her carrier and moving toward her room.

I nearly dropped Violet in shock. My room was nice, but Violet's was amazing. It was one of those baby rooms you saw in cute little baby magazines. The walls were a pretty purple with teddy bear lining around the center. Violet's name was above her crib in pink, wooden letters. A rocking chair was in the corner next to several packs of diapers and a changing bed. One of those musical things hung over her crib with sparkly fish and a box of different toys was set in the corner. "Wow..." I mumbled, pulling Violet up my hip. She stared around the room and I wondered if she was as stunned as I was.

"I... I figured purple would be fine, since her name was Violet." I heard Selene say from the doorway and I turned toward her in shock.

"It's... it's amazing. You didn't have to buy all this stuff." I mumbled, watching her shift almost nervously on her feet. Violet gave a little sigh, laying her head on my shoulder. Selene's eyes flickered toward her for a moment before looking back at me and shrugging.

"A baby needs toys and your... mother," I noticed how tense the last word was, "didn't send many for her."

"Thank you." I said, giving her a smile. She smiled back and I noticed how soft and kind her face looked when she did. It was gone after a second though and she quickly turned on her heel to head back toward the living room. I glanced down at Violet with a smile, grabbing her tiny hand. "You like your new room?" I asked, pressing a kiss to her blonde curls. She gave a tired yawn as an answer, closing her eyes. "I'll take that as a yes."

Maybe living with my Aunt Selene wouldn't be so bad.

So, there you are. Thank you for reading and please leave a review and let me know what you think. I promise we'll see Jacob and the pack in the next chapter. I just wanted you to get a feel of Roxanne and her situation. Bye and I promise to update soon!