Hey guys! A new story, enjoy. Oh and I don't own Twilight. :( :) And I picked the name, In dedication, to one of my best friends. Love ya Tay! thoughts: italics

Taylor's POV

Another punch and kick. I sighed, I've got to get out of here. Maybe your confused, let me explain. My name is Taylor Uley. I'm sixteen years old. I have an older brother, Sam. He's 20, and he lives in La push, Washington with his girlfriend, Emily.I live in Sweetwater, Texas. I've always loved smaller towns, especially this one. I guess it runs in the family. Your probably wondering why i'm not with my brother right now. Well, that's easy. When I was two, my dad took me away, because my mom couldn't stand him drinking, so she kicked him out. He always loved here, even after he was kicked out. He won't let me see Sam, but I always keep in touch with him.

My mom died three years ago, and my dad started drinking heavier. Then, it got to the point, were he would start to hit me. The first time he hit me, was three months after my mom died.

Flashback:

I walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. I went to the cabinet, and got out a glass. I walked over to the sink. and fixed some water. I felt someone behind me and turned around, and my dad was standing behind me, drunk of course. I gasped in shock, and accidentally dropped the glass, and it shattered...everywhere. Dad got so mad, I'm surprised he didn't turn red. He grabbed me arm and slapped me.

I cried out and said, "Ow,"

"The next time you brake something, you'll get worse than that. Clean it up," he spat at me. I nodded.

He slapped me again and screamed, "Answer me"

"Yes sir," I answered, quickly.

Flashback end

It eventually worsened, and got to kicking me, throwing me, punching me, calling me names, and sometimes even spitting on and at me, but this time he went to far. He did all of these things, plus he used a knife.

I got up and hobbled up the stairs the best I could. Everything, everywhere hurt. I went into the bathroom, and got what I needed out from under the sink to clean myself up. I looked in the mirror, and sucked in a deep breath. Their was blood all over my face. On my right cheek their was a black bruise, and my lip was cut. I cleaned up my face first, then moved on to the rest of my body. I lifted up my shirt at started at it in horror. Their was a huge gash where he cut me me, and it was bleeding profusely. It didn't look bad enough to need stitches, so I washed it off with water, and some paper towels, and covered it up with some gauze. the rest of my body was bad too. My stomach was black, blue, yellow, and purple from where he, kicked, and punched me.

I walked downstairs, and quietly over to the phone. My dad was passed out on the couch. I picked it up and dialed Sams number. It rung three times before someone answered.

"Hello?" was the reply of a feminine voice.

"Hey Emily, it's Taylor. Do you think you could put Sam on the phone?" I whispered. I didn't want him waking up, that wouldn't turn out good.

"Sure, sweetie," she responded. I heard the phone being moved around, and her calling Sam in the background.

"Hey Tay, what's up?"

"Um, Sam, do you think it would be a problem if I came to live with you for a while. If it's not than that's okay, I just... things down here.. they uh-" he cut off my rambling.

"Tay, of course you can come stay with me. I bet Emily would love to see you in person. Just call me back, and tell me when your going to be here so I can pick you up."

"I will, Call you back soon. Love ya Sammy," I replied. I got on my computer, (she saved up the money and secretly bought it)and looked up what time it would be when I landed. Texas is 2 hours ahead, so if theirs a flight at 12:00 p.m, I'll be their at 3:00 p.m. (all of this is true. I worked it out) I thought. I bought the ticket and It will be sent today. I looked at the clock and it read, 11:00 a.m. I had about 30 min. to pack. I called Sam and let him know. He was ecstatic that I would be getting there early. I packed all my things in a suitcase, which wasn't a lot.

15 min. later

I arrived at the airport and went to were my plane would be. I gave the woman my ticket and went in and sat down.

Okay, I can do this. I'm starting over. It'll be hard, but I can do it . I'm ready for this, It's what I wanted...I hope.