Chapter One: A Broken heart

Pretty soon, he won't even remember me, or his other friends. Why did he have to play Jacob? Adia walked past her school gates, happy to get away from all the high school drama.
God, I miss him.With her headphones jammed in her ears, she wandered for the next two hours. What else was she going to do?
Maybe I'll hang with Dimitri and Lisette and Kristen, today. I've got nothing else better to do. Screw homework.
She looked up at the clouds, changing the song on her iPod from Lady GaGa's Love Games, to Shiny Toy Guns' La Disko, and started to unconsciously change the pace of her walking to match with the rhythm. She turned her head to the sides a few times, still curious about the new world that was developing before her.
"Whoa!"

She jumped in shock, looking around again and saw a young man, hardly able to drive as he stuck his head out the window, staring at her. She walked faster as she turned the volume up, trying her hardest to ignore him.
Taylor, why did you have to leave us? We need you… I need you.
Taylor Lautner. Now known to the world as Jacob Black in the Twilight saga. He was her best friend, more like her big brother.

Adia was almost eighteen, and was starting to feel the pressure of becoming an adult. Her mother left more and more often, going on business trips. Her father was becoming more restless, and her little brother was becoming an alcoholic at the age of seventeen. She was grateful for everything she had. A chance at getting an education, a home to return to for a bed to sleep in. Food, water and friends. She really couldn't complain.
Her fingers wrapped around her opposite arm, squeezing the cigarette scar her father had given her the other night, wishing against hope that Taylor would come back. Her eyes dropped to her fingers, looking at the friendship rings Taylor had given her a few years ago. It was the cheesiest thing that he could do: he picked her up at her place, and they walked around for a few hours, babbling about stupid things, what they wanted to be when they were older. He shocked her when he suddenly pushed her against a tree, and had a grin on his face she had never seen before. He pulled her left hand up to between their faces, and slipped a cheap plastic ring on her middle finger. She couldn't stop giggling as he promised her they would be best friends until the end of time.

For her thirteenth birthday, he updated the ring to a sterling silver one with a single diamond in the middle. She bursted into a stream of tears, as the realization that he truly was keeping his promise to always protect her and keep her happy, hit her.
Chrystina hit her knee on a wooden bench as she walked in a daze. She muttered a curse, than sat, changing the song again. She saw a group of girls crowding over beside her, screaming the name Taylor Lautner as they fought over a magazine.
Adia walked over; trying to get a good view of what was so amazing.

"Adia! Look at this guy!" Her friend Bailee pulled her over into the crowd.

Adia couldn't believe her eyes. Taylor, her best friend was in a magazine, flexing, showing off his abs, and… just not acting like the old Taylor she knew and loved.
What the hell have they done to him?
She wanted to run away, screaming and pulling out her hair, she was so frustrated.

"Says he's scared about playing the part, and doesn't think he's good enough to play such a big role. That's stupid! He's so gorgeous! Look at him!"

"Stop it…" Adia whispered.

"What I wouldn't give to find out how good a kisser he is!"

"Shut up…" She called more loudly.

"Wonder how big he is and what he's like in bed!" All the girls laughed.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" She screamed.

They all turned and gave her the death glare.
Adia huffed and tried to control herself, turned on her heel and ran home.
How could he do something so stupid? It's not like him! That's not Taylor!
She ran past the open door, not bothering to close it or say hello to her brother and father. She walked up the two flights of stairs to get to her room, slammed the door, and started to throw darts at the board as hard as she could.

"Adia Aaliyah Dawqui! Open this door!" Her father screamed.

"Screw off!" She called back. She knew better then to throw another dart.

He opened the door himself and threw her on the bed, pointing his finger.

"You do not slam your door; you will say hello when you enter this house and you will show me respect!"

"Why the hell should I?" She asked.

She saw his anger rise to the limit. He pulled his fist back and let it fall down in to her stomach, pulled back and threw another one to connect with her nose. She hardly noticed the physical pain. Emotional… that was a different story.
She scrambled from her bed and headed out the door.

"How can I show you respect when you never show us any?!" She backed away slowly as she literally saw the human in her father, drain from his eyes. He cornered her, lifted her feet off the ground, choking her, than threw her down the two flights of stairs…

"Crap." Adia mumbled as she woke, having a headache and broken hand. Her brother was holding her good hand, asleep next to her.

"Caden, wake up." She gently nudged him with her good hand, and his eyes opened slowly.

"Are you okay?" He asked her.

She shook her head with heavy tears in her eyes. "He was in a magazine, Caden."

"Who?" He pulled her up into a sitting position. She tried to hide the pain from her hand and wince as little as she could.

"Taylor,"

"You mean the dude that was in love with you?"

"He wasn't in love with me, we were just really tight." She argued.

"Whatever. So what's so wrong with him being in a magazine? He's famous now, ain't he?"

"Yes, but you should have seen the picture!" She yelled as he slowly rose to grab the medical box from the cupboard above them, and started to work on her hand.

"What was it?"

"He was flexing! He's been re-hired as Jacob Black, and now he's just… a completely different person."
"You can't know that. It's the magazine; they'll say anything to get money. He's probably still the same good guy you've been friends with for your whole life, you just don't wanna believe it."

"What makes you say that?"

"Remember when he told everyone that he had to move because he wanted to pursue an acting career?" Caden raised his eyebrows at his own question, waiting.

"Yeah," She replied warily.

"Do you remember how you felt?"

"Not really."

"I'm not surprised. The look on your face after he left…"

"What are you talking about?"

"You may not think he was in love with you, but I know you're still in love with him."

"What makes you say that?" She repeated.

"When he left, you weren't the same person, Adia. Every day, I wasn't sure you'd make it," his fingers gently wrapped around her wrist, squeezing to warn her that it might hurt from that point. "You looked heart broken. Every night, I'd hear you screaming in your sleep, begging for him to come back," He whispered.

"I was screaming?" She winced, and gripped his fingers.

Her brother smiled slightly, noticing that she was using all her strength to grip his fingers as she felt the sudden pain. He may be the younger sibling, but strength and body wise, he was the older brother.

"Why do you think dad was slightly nicer those few weeks? He heard you, too. And..." He stopped himself before he could finish.

"And what?"

He shook his head, "Nothing."
Stealing her hand back before he could finish, she glared at her brother. "What?" She asked again.

Sighing, he continued. "And that was the time mom started to leave more often... she couldn't take it. Hearing you scream, seeing you so heart broken by just one guy. She didn't know what to do... so she left." He averted his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at her.

"How do you know this?" She whispered.

"She told me." He mumbled back.

Adia was silent.
Unable to take his sister's silence, Caden pulled her against his chest, hugging her tightly.

"I'm sorry, Adia... I never wanted to tell you." He felt her body shaking with tears and trembles as he held her. He felt his own tears coming, as he knew he had caused his sister the new hurt she felt.
How can I end this? Caden thought.
He looked around, grateful for the night, and the darkness it brought. Darkness gave the ability to hide from their father. Caden knew that he wouldn't like seeing his only son comforting his older sister.
Real men do not need women to control them. They control the women.
His arms tightened around his sister as he remembered his father's words.
No, father. Real men treat women as an equal. Not as dirt.
Only minutes later did Caden notice that Adia's shaking sobs had ceased. He pulled her back, and saw her head fall forward.
She must have fallen asleep from the exhaustion
He lifted her tiny body up, and carried her quietly to her room.
She's getting too light... Cadhla worried for his sister.
He opened the door, and walked over to her bed, laying her down gently under the covers. He stared at his sister, trying to figure out how such an innocent girl could have such a terrible life.
How could he leave her? I don't understand what's happening. She deserves better...
He looked down for the slightest moment and had to do a double take. Raising her arm, he stared at the cigarette scar in her arm, black and deep.
He had to swallow back vomit as he watched her now calm, tear stained face. His other hand tightened into a fist, thinking of his father hurting her.
Finally regaining control over himself, he took a deep breath, and pulled the covers aside once more, and joined his sister in her bed. He felt her unconsciously wrap her arms around him, and he pulled her close against his chest, breathing in her scent.
His thoughts went wild…