A/N: This if my first Twilight Fan Fic in quiet some time. It will have a lot of angst but that is just the type of writing I love lol. It is a Paul/OC story. Feel free to review
and let me know if it catches anyones attention. I just started it today so we will see where it goes.
Summary: Aiyana Uley has had enough of her father's abuse and flees to La Push the day she turns 18. She and Sam were moved to San Francisco four years ago
but Sam left her when he turned 18 claiming he had to do something for the tribe. Will Aiyana forgive Sam? Will she fall back into the same patterns with her childhood
best friend Paul?
Aiyana pronounced (eye-ana)
Aiya (eye-a)
Enjoy!
Chapter One:
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A text woke me up, or a bunch of them I should say. I groaned as I looked at my phone noticing the time was half past five. My head is killing me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIYA!-Paul
I LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH-Paul
Wake up and love me-Paul
Hello?-Paul
Are you alive-Paul
Slightly annoyed but still having a smile I text back a quick thank you before getting out of bed to head to the shower. Taking over 20 minutes I notice the water is getting cold and finally getting out.
I get out of the bathroom quickly hoping to deny ever taking a shower if question and walk quietly back down to my bedroom. I sit down at my vanity and look at my reflection, a slight bruise had formed on my neck from where my dad had grabbed me the night before.
He had a slight slur when his breathe had hit my face and it smelt of Jack Daniels. Shaking the memory from my head I quickly apply make up to the area and realize that it's the best I can cover it. I let my hair air dry as I apply a slight liner and mascara to highlight my green eyes.
I saw my phone ringing and before it started making too much noise, I jump to go answer to avoid waking up my dad. It was Sam, I shook my head with disgust and sent it to voicemail. He left me here with him, he abandoned me knowing how bad he got when he would drink.
I go into the closet to find something to wear on my last day of high school and find a white floral dress with dark blue pattern. It was warm here in San Francisco as it was already May. Today was my 18th birthday, meaning after today, I was free and I was definitely going home, hopefully Paul would let me stay with him.
Paul was my best friend, we grew up together but when I was 14 and Sam was 16, we moved down to California because my dad got a promotion on to be a partner in a Law firm. I wonder if they would still want him knowing he beat me every chance he got.
Sam left back to La Push when he was 18, claiming he needed to be on the reservation for some reason he couldn't tell me. I haven't talked to him since that day.
"Sam Please! Don't leave me here, he's going to get worse with you gone, please don't leave me!" I pleaded with him tears running down my face as he put his bag into the truck before turning to me.
"I have to Aiyana. You'll be fine," Sam said not looking me in the eyes and just looking over my head at the house.
"Take me with you," I pleaded again. Dad would be home soon and when he would see Sam gone I knew he was going to hurt me worse than ever before.
"No," Sam said moving to the other side of the truck and getting in. I followed and before he closed the door he reached over touching the side of head cupping my cheek, "I love you so much little sister, if I could take you I would,". I take a step back from him his hand going limp landing on his pants.
"I hate you, don't ever call me your sister again," I gritted out through my teeth before walking around and walking back into the house.
I never looked back and I haven't answered any of his texts or call since. It had gotten worse after Sam left. When dad realized Sam wasn't there anymore he blamed me for him leaving us. It started with shoving but quickly escalated to me being his own personal punching bag.
I walked to the closet pulling out the duffle bag and began shoving everything in. I wasn't staying for graduation much to my friends dismay but they didn't know what was happening here.
I managed to cover most of the attacks and scares pretty well so no one suspected anything. I heard his bed creak and quickly started shoving things in the bag not caring what it was. He walked over to my room and I quickly dropped the bag shoving it under my bed.
Without knocking he opened the door and rage was in his eyes. I looked down at the floor knowing something bad was coming. He walked over quickly grabbing my hair causing me to look up at him.
"You look just like that bitch," He snarled in my face before slamming his fist into my eye. The burning started but I knew better than to fight back. I could feel warm liquid running down the side of my face the next blow went to my stomach. I doubled over struggling to breathe as the blows continued. My mind was fuzzy but I knew I had to get out of there before he killed me. I pushed him back catching him by surprise he fell and hit his head on the side of the bed knocking him out cold.
Quickly grabbing the bag I grabbed the laptop I had hidden and the money stashed. I took a quick look in the mirror seeing my white dress now had red on it as the cut on my head continued to bleed.
I grabbed the keys to my car and ran to it throwing everything in the back. I quickly turned over the engine and reversed back out of the drive way. As I was going to throw the car into reverse, I saw him at the front door looking at me with murder written in his eyes.
I drove for hours towards Washington before even deeming it safe to pull over. I knew I was only 3 hours away from La Push but I needed to stop for some caffeine. Pulling my old truck into a gas station I grabbed a hoodie and began to try and get some of the blood off my face with a napkin. I zipped the hoodie up and pulled the hood up to hide as much as my face as I could.
I could feel the eyes on me as I took my coffee to the register, throwing three dollars on the counter I walked out and went straight back to my truck not wanting to meet the worried glances from strangers.
I took a long sip before returning to the road, I looked at the clock and saw it was just past 11 pm. I have been driving since 7 this morning and I was feeling it. I passed the 'Welcome to La Push' sign and suddenly all my worries seemed to wash away. I was home, safe.
Pulling into the familiar drive way I shut off the truck and grabbed my bag. I walked up to the door and knocked. There was some shuffling and a light turned on before the door opened.