I crept meticously out of the house, hoping that they wouldn't hear me. I've decided to run away and run far, to La Push, with my Aunt Emily. I'm Kimberli Connweller and this is my story.

When I was a kid, everything was great. I had toys to play with, friends, education and a loving family... Until my Dad, John Connweller died when I was 12. He was my world. Someone who told me I was pretty even when a bully pushed me into a puddle and I was drenched in mud. Who told me I was better than everyone else and was special. Someone who made me feel alive. Someone who always saved me. He always called me his little butterfly.

Now I felt like the living dead. My mom, remarried a guy named Michael, when I was 14. I never liked him ever. He was a jerk when mom wasn't around. A couple months after they got married, Michael started to get abusive and he drank all day and night, non-stop. Mom had no idea about it, because he threatened to kill me, if I did.

Last night was the last straw. He literally beat me over and over again, so bad that I couldn't breathe. He kept yelling over and over, "So plain! You wouldn't be useful for anything!". I had brusies all over my stomach and legs. I knew that I didn't have to worry about anybody seeing, La Push was cold. Everyone wore jeans and sweaters. No big deal.

I silently wiped the tears that dripped down my face, as I drove down the long roads to La Push in my beat up truck. All I saw was green after green. It felt like a short ride, seeing as I kept thinking about what happened. It ran through my mind like a never ending movie. I thought about my mom too. I was 17 years old. I knew I would miss her like crazy, no matter how much she avoided me. No matter how much she didn't care to ask how my day went, or what I learnt at school. She always told me that she was busy, when I tried talking to her. I gave up after a while.

I knew she didn't want to talk to me because I reminded her so much of dad. With my moca coloured skin, long straight brown hair that went just under my bust and curled just at the ends and my dark green eyes. I sadly didn't get my dad's height. I stood at a total of 5'2, just an inch shorter than my mom.

I wasn't like most girls at all. Sure, I liked shopping and dressing up all fancy but I wasn't like those fake wannabe barbie dolls who died their hair every single week, or dressed so show off everything just to get attension. I was more of the leggings, jeans, cardigan type of girl.

I pulled up next to Aunt Emily's house. She didn't know I was coming. If I called her ahead of time she would tell me to stay where I was.

I tapped gently on the door waiting, hoping that she was home. Just then the door swung open and a giant man appeared.

"Hi, uhm, I'm here to see Emily," I whispered, frightened by his height.

"Sure, come on in," He said.

I smiled. He wasn't so bad.

Aunt Emily appeared from the corner, wiping her hands on a cloth. She looked up and gasped, "Kim? Kim! Is that you?"

I nodded, tears running down my face.

"What happened baby girl?" She asked, leading me to the couch.

After I could breathe and actually talk clearly I said, "He started beating me when I was 12. Last night was worse. I passed out and when I woke up I ran. I didn't even tell mom,"

"You can always stay here. I'm Sam, Emily's fiance. I'm guessing your Em's niece right? She always talks about you," The giant guy, Sam, said.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Why don't we get you something to eat, I can tell you're starving," Aunt Emily said.

I nodded as she lead me into the kitchen and handed me a muffin. I moaned at the taste. It was amazing. "Since when have you became Betty Crocker?" I asked.

She chuckled, "I've had a lot time,"

Just then a whole crowd of giants, that looked a lot like Sam, ran inside and rapaged the food. I instantly shrunk in my seat, feeling so tiny.

"Freeze!" Emily screamed, and they all froze in place. "We have a guest. This is my niece, Kim. She'll be staying with us for a while. Kim these are the guys, Quil, Embry, Jacob, Paul, Collin, Brady, Seth and Jared,"

I smiled at all of them. They all seemed nice to me, except for Paul, he looked like a jerk. When I looked at Jared, he froze, his mouth hung open and his eyes grew wide. I couldn't look away. His chocolate coloured eyes mesmerized me. I heard a courses of "Imp... Did he?...", behind me. I couldn't completely comprehend what they were saying.

"Uhm, hi," I said.

"Kim..." He replied dreamingly, as if to test out my name.

I nodded with a smile. He returned it when an amazing grin.

Sorry, ending was kinda corny. Reviews?