AN-Warning rated M for later chapters,this story has abuse in it,so if you dont want to read it,turn back now

-And i don't own any rights to the twilight characters/story all rights go to SM,I only own the characters I made=D

Summary-His words,they always sting, like someone stabbed me in the heart, each word another needle another pin into the voodoo doll of my existence. So naturally I want to know if he loved either of these young men in this photo, to find out if it really is me. I want to know. Do I think I'm worthless; I can't even answer that question. I won't let myself dig that deep. I won't bring up the pain.

Its natural instinct.

This is a story about a girl trying to survive the harsh blows reality has dealt her.

Dakoda has barely any money, trying to support not only herself, her 2 year old brother aswell.

She struggles with her day to day life caring for her brother,going to school and dealing with her abusive father.

What happens when one day she comes across a photo,a photo that might lead her out of the dark tunnerl she walks through.

Prologue

I walked through the pouring rain scanning the area trying to spot the house in the picture. Hoping they didn't paint it or renovate it to a point that I wouldn't be able to recognize. I shivered pulling out the crinkled map from my pocket I had printed of the net. The water sending the ink trickling down the page, blurring the lines together making it barely readable. Suddenly glad I tried to memorise the street names on the bus trip here having nothing better to do I quickly put it back in my pocket as a lost cause. I was nervous to say the least. I mean I've come all the way to some unknown place, with little money, in search of some relatives I know nothing about and who know nothing about me .In hope that they will somehow bring me refuge from the harsh life I'm living.

I say I want refuge but at the same time I don't, I don't trust easily and know I won't just let myself get taken into a home full of strangers like its hunky-dory. I know the dangers out there and you never know what people are like or what's behind closed doors. I try and act tough and it works for me most the time but I can't stop my reactions to something's. The simple gesture of someone raising their hand makes me flinch. Anyone walking up behind me is in for some bruised ribs and I can't even help it, it's like my survival instincts kick in from the many times I really have had to use them. Situations that make me shrink away as if trying to hide myself and turn invisible, the thing is I don't even realise I'm doing it .Knowing I'm traumatised to the fact of being unconsciously conscious of the small things that happen around me, if that even makes sense. I am observant and don't even realise it, until all of a sudden I flinch out of nowhere as I catch a hand raising, bringing itself into whatever I was concentrating on and making it a priority to move. It's hard, when you're trying to forget but you can't. I always hoped my life away from home with my abusive sperm donor- non father could be a place I could pretend like nothing was wrong. For the most part it is but these small things they make it impossible to forget and I more likely just get an escaped for a few hours a day before going home.

One of the main reasons I'm here is because of Aden my baby brother, only 2 years of age. I have practically raised him, from birth, by myself and as much as I love him there is no way in hell that was easy for me .It was really hard. Hell it is hard. I mean I'm 16 for Christ sake. I never had a mother of m own, Never had anyone to show me what to do, never had anyone love or care for me ,making it hard trying to love and care for him with emotions that I don't have much knowledge in. Meaning that when he was born I was are usually crucial years in a teenage girls life .Normal girls got to sit around chatting about the boy they like ,go shopping, throw parties ,go on dates, have their first kiss, worrying about what's in and what isn't. Just going about the daily life but I was looking after a baby...a frigen baby. Thank god for day-care .I mean hell I love my little brother with my life and have learnt what it's like to care for someone but if I didn't have day-care to put him in I would have been a drop out and god knows where I would of ended up. Why didn't the sperm donor of a father do anything, well that's a whole other story. I sighed running a hand through my blonde wet tangles. Pulling my hood tighter longing to find some extra resistance to the cold wind making my body twitch. I looked around finding the street name. I recognized the name meaning it was on my map which is always a good sign.

All these nervous are making me jittery and the cold isn't helping. I really was just hoping that even if there was a slim chance somewhere ,that I would find these people and they listen to me, that they would be willing to help bring Aiden up in a normal just hoping there not as fucked up as there sperm donor and they are kind people. Evan if they said yes to Aiden and know to me I would be happy .They don't need a traumatised, fucked up teen in their lives, but Aiden, he is young ,he is still innocent and can grow into a fine young boy, with a nice life. Man even if they said I could never see him again as long as he was safe for once I would be happy. If only I didn't have to worry about him and myself. If only I didn't have to constantly worry about when he would start getting treated like me.

I also wanted to find out if my so called father was always like this, or was it just me. I know he hated me for being a girl, he always wanted a boy. I'm a mistake, I'm ugly, I'm nothing, I should go die. Being told this my whole life; you would think I get use to it. But I never do. I never show the real pain, not wanting him to get any sick satisfaction from it. But I only ever wanted his love, his attention. I want to be able to wake up from a nightmare and feel his warm arms around me whispering it's alright but I just got a clip around the ear and abusive remarks. He is my father. My only man that helped bring me into this I wanted to please him and his words stung. They always sting, like someone stabbed me in the heart, each word another needle another pin into the voodoo doll of my existence. So naturally I want to know if he loved either of these young men in this photo, to find out if it really is me. I want to know. Do I think I'm worthless; I can't even answer that question. I won't let myself dig that deep. I won't bring up the pain.

Its natural instinct.

I quickly pick up my passé noting my destination is on the next street .I make my way around the corner and the house at the end of the street caches my eye immediately. I pull the folded polaroid out of the back of my jean pocket stoping to look down at the smiling faces .Just looking at the picture feels like I'm intruding on some happy memory .I lift it up into my line of vision extending my arm out so the picture is right next to the view of the house. I sit there comparing photo to reality concentrating on one as the other blurs our trying to pick faults. Not seeing any I come to the conclusion it's the right house. I can feel my heart hammering in my chest, the butterflies in my stomach going on rampage. A feeling of nausea goes over me making me stumble a bit .I quickly grab a tree to lean on just of the path before I bend over and empty the contents of my stomach .Panting trying to get my breath back I stand up and wipe my mouth. I lean my head on the wet tree trunk in hopes that the cold will soothe some of my anxiety .I can do this. I can do this. I kept mumbling to myself. Taking in a big breath I stand up straight and close my eyes before exhaling slowly. Determination filled my mind as I opened them and sent a hard look towards my goal of interest .Then slowly and steadily I took step by step towards my goal ,keeping up my mantra and bracing myself for whatever is to come .

Now the next question is, how do I convince two Native Americans that I'm there step sister, when I'm white, have blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and an Australian accent. Because just the idea in itself sounds absurd .So as my steps get closer, I'm preparing for battle. I wonder how many limbs I'm going to lose today.

AN-OK so this is my first story I'm publishing on FanFiction,so please bare with me, while I try and get this side of the sight sussed out=].Anyway I hope you like my Prologue ,this story came to me the other night and I was just inspired. I have a general idea were its going but would love for you to share your ideas and creative criticism .I'm sorry I don't have anyone to go over my work for me so if anyone's up for the job I'd love the help. So sorry for any mistakes and ill hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I will writing it.=D

I'm quite excited right now considering this is my first story up and I'm looking forward for my first reviews and alerts=]=]=].I'm Rating it M for now for future chapters while I consider how descriptive im going to be getting .Also just leaving the open rating makes it easier to write without boundaries in a sense.