Disclaimer- I don't own twilight, I never did, I never will, but neither do you so… ha!
Chapter 1
17 year old runaway.
17 year old homeless person.
17 years old with very bad memories.
17 year old that hurts.
These are the tiles you could use for me. I will tell you my story but it's not happy. My name is Isabella swan and I ran away from life.
It all started when I was seven. My mum, Renee divorced my dad Charlie. I detested where we used to live. It was a small, tiny, cramped house, on the edge of a dreary dull, wet town. I lived there with my mum, dad and Sister Alice, although Alice isn't my biological sister she was as good as. You see when Alice was only a couple months old her parents died and my dad, Charlie, is her uncle so she immediately went to him. I grew up with all four of us as a happy family but that soon changed. I can't tell you much about it, I was only two when me and Renee left, Alice being Charlie's niece stayed with him and the family was split in half. I don't remember anything, and when I asked my mum she doesn't say anything about it only that it was for the best and my dad wasn't a very nice person. I should believe her because I never got any birthday card, letters etc. but there something in my mind that says he isn't. My hole past is a mystery I don't even now the name of the town I was born in.
My mum got a new boyfriend Phil; he seemed like a nice guy, I liked him. At first. They soon got married and about 6 months after the wedding it started. I was 16 years old, and sleeping soundlessly in my bed when I heavy, extremely painful blow to the head woke me up, I was on the ground shocked. Looking up I discover that Phil was the culprit; I didn't have time to react before he threw another punch into my stomach.
This carried on for about a year until on the night on my seventeenth birthday Phil not only crossed the line but did every girls worst night mare. I still feel dirty. After that night I new I had to get away but I didn't want to hurt Renee, she was so in love with him it would hurt her to know the real Phil.
So I plan formed in my head I wrote a note to Renee packed my bags and now im here, in the middle of New York ready to start my life again. I ushered a taxi and as I stepped in the old wrinkly cabby asked,
"Where to Miss?"
"The nearest hotel please."