sorry, deleting the chapter. I just decided to start this story again. I Just didn't get enough review or any more people following it, so I decided to change the story a little bit. Just a little. so here it is.

don't worry this time I'll be updating regularly, possible every week or every two weeks.

In this story Jacob and Bella are together, they are married and have two kids. Sorry if this upsets the Edward fans but don't worry there wont be much Jake and bells since this is a Claire and quil story. I just needed to have a sort of interest between Jacobs son and Claire. Don't worry I'll explain later.

this story does contain violence, the story will mainly focus on the friendship between Claire and quil. Not Romance but friendship. FRIENDSHIP, as In friends!

Here is chapter 1: hope you like it!

I woke up to the shrill of my alarm clock. shit, better turn it off before mom or Larry wakes up and starts hitting me with his belt. Mornings are always like this, especially the weekends. My parents, well should I even call them my parents, they certainly never act like it. Any way my so called ' parents ' always like to sleep in on the weekdays because, well the diner they own never have that much customers.

My Mother used to be one of those kind-hearted, out going, loving care taking mothers back in the old days. But as soon as dad died from severe lung cancer and then Carson - my older brother - moved to college, without looking back at this dump. Mom changed. Completely changed.

She died her hair, dark blue, has body piercings and got all kinds off tattoos at first I didn't mind. All I thought, was you know mom got a change of direction, and that was good. But then she stopped caring about me and my little sister Caitlyn . She forgets to make dinner or lunch, ' forgets' to pick up caitlyn from school and 'forgets ' our birthdays and she never gives us any allowances. So we are stuck with last years clothing, which is too small for my height.

Then my mother did the worst thing she can possibly do in this world. - get remarried. I wouldn't have minded if it was some sweet guy with a decent job and a few kids of his own. Oh but no, he had to be Larry the sleazy, pedophile and worlds worst abuser.

Mom met him in some bar in Seattle. She told me that a friend had introduced him to her. I cannot go into the details, the thought makes me sick to the stomach. My mom actually had the decency to tell me all this. Hello i'm only fourteen here.

Larry seemed like an okay guy at first but then he moved in after a couple of weeks, started treating us like slaves. We had to scrub his hairy back and massage his feet. But then he got even more violent.

you see I was helping caitlyn get dressed - she's only five - I was looking for one of her vests and went downstairs to see if she misplaced them. just as I was coming back to her room, I saw Larry touch caitlyn's center. I screamed and grabbed caitlyn away from him, he hit me and started whipping me with the belt buckle, I swear that hurt but I had to protect caitlyn from him, and from that day on I never let caitlyn out of my sight.

The sound of caitlyn's quiet giggles, knocked me out of my thoughts. She was wearing her Favorite Dora shirt with a floral skirt and pink tights. She can dress herself now, for which i'm proud of. I tied her hair into two high pigtails with a pink bow. she giggled when she saw her reflection and started dancing around the room.

I dressed in my black skinny jeans and my long sleeved baseball shirt. I usually only wear long- sleeved shirts and dark skinny jeans, just to cover the bruises on my arms and legs. luckily caitlyn only has bruises on her legs so, she has got it covered. Every time Larry hits her, I put arnica cream on her legs to stop the bruises from getting worse.

I brushed teeth then absently brushed my curly black hair as I stared at the mirror. I knew I was full on native american, In fact I was born on the makah reservation. You can clearly tell i'm a native american by the copper color of my skin, but I look quite odd for a native american, I have hazel eyes just like my mom and sister and curly black hair and high cheekbones - that make me look older. I still had the faint scar from last week's incident involving one very drunk Larry and friends.

It's pathetic, how I keep hoping for a better life, like in those fairy tales with Cinderella and stuff. How I keep thinking my prince charming is only a few miles away. and how he's going to whisk me and my sister away into those perfect lives, with a family and new clothes and food that's always in the cupboards.

I sat there for a few minutes, trying to figure out my future. I do this every morning, it gives me hope to actually go to school, actually the only reason I am actually going to school is because of Caitlyn.

I only have four years of school left, hopefully If I get into an advanced program, then I could graduate early. My grades are okay thought not perfect usually's A's although a couple of B's and C's for my worst subjects. If I do graduate where will I move, I can't get a job that quickly and I might need to go to college, so maybe I can find a small apartment in the quileute or makah reservation, mom has never looked back since so that can be a perfect hideout for me and caitlyn and I heard reservation homes are somewhat cheaper and I could easily blend in. that's where I should go, I only got 100 bucks hidden in my books. and caitlyn's got fifty dollars but when i'm sixteen which will be in over a year then I could work in a diner or something and could save the money to buy a house.

I glanced at the clock, great I only had an hour left before school. I grabbed my moss green coat. and headed towards the door with caitlyn but not before scribbling down a note for mom and Larry telling them where the food is.

The walk too school was tiring. School was only a couple of blocks away but i regretted every step i made to own personal hell. My only friend was Maribel and she doesn't even know of my secrets. I juts want caitlyn to have a normal life, instead of her fearing for hers and mine every passing second.

I dropped caitlyn off at Washington elementary and headed towards the middle school which was just down the roads from caitlyn's.

I waited at the gates outside the middle school. Student's were already entering,giving me dirty looks but i just ignored them. It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I was waiting for Maribel.

I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood. I paced impatiently along the pathway and back. I stated at a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-colored bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs that made me feel like i'm on a different planet.

Just then Maribel came rushing in, giving me the hugest hug ever.

" Mari, can't breathe " I choked out.

" sorry " She smiled apologetically as she released me.

" what was that for ? " I asked. I could never be mad at Mari she was my best friend since kindergarten we done everything together, nothing could separate us.

" Uh...nothing, look I got to go alright?...I'm meeting someone, I have to talk to you at lunch, It's very VERY Important okay Babe " She gave me a pleading look.

" okay i'll be there. At our table, alright, now go on. " I ushered away without asking anymore questions. I felt like there was something wrong, panic washed over me but I knew I could trust Maribel with my life so why do I still feel like something is very wrong.

the bell rang and I ran to first period art. Mr Devlin was asking us to paint abstract and follow examples of the famous Picasso and Also one other I've never heard about. Art was never my best subject although I am quite a good manga and anime drawer, something more profound and classy just won't do for me.

the rest of the periods past in a blur. I kept thinking about different reasons why Maribel wanted to talk to me. This was never my usual morning, she usually just drops me of at my class and then we meet before the different periods. So why did she act different now? what did she get some new clothes or possibly a new boy or maybe she's running from the cops for helping some con man. I don't know, but I shouldn't come up with bizarre reasons as to why.

the lunch bell rang, and I jumped out of my seat and ran to the cafeteria while thanking Mr. Jose for the spanish class. The cafeteria was bustling with students lining up to get the revolting food. I passed through the sea of students and found Maribel seated in our usual seats at the back of the hall.

Her face looked sad, her head hung low. Her eyes wear red and puffy, possibly from crying. Her Red hair tied back and her green-blue eyes were staring intently at the apple in her hands. I didn't notice till know that she was wearing a dress! - she never wears a dress, not for anyone. Not for me or her mother. Ooh! there is definitely something going on.

" hey Mari, something wrong " I asked while grabbing my lunch out of my bag.

" well no...I mean yes...I mean not for me...er...just sit down " she said, while fidgeting with the green apple in her hands. Since when did she start eating healthy. Now I was starting to get nervous.

" what is it? " I asked warily.

" well there's something I need to tell you " she looked down and took a huge long breath and then closed her eyes shut.

" look Claire you've changed alright. I mean first you were this out going, friendly girl but now these days you're always so moody and hard to reach. And Claire I've found someone, I have a boyfriend and he doesn't like me hanging around with you. He said you will get me down in the dumps as well, and now I'm starting to believe him. He'll break up with me, If I'm seen with you Claire, and I just can't get dumped by him, he Is so Hot and muscly. " She paused, her eyes still shut and her hands trembling slightly.

" who is he " I asked. I was still in shock, I can't believe she is breaking up with me just for some guy. This was not the Maribel I used to know and love.

" Travis Valentine " She whispered.

Travis. Travis valentine. OMG that dude is seriously playing her. He is the most popular guy in school, why would he go out with Maribel when he has those sluts and whores he usually goes for. Sometimes he even dates seniors in high school, just to get laid by a ' experienced ' woman.

" Maribel, why would you do such a thing. He just obviously wants to get you laid. Fresh meat and all " I replied back harshly. I didn't care if I wasn't being nice, this was not like her.

" No, listen here. You don't know him. He said he changed, and then I started hanging out with him when you said you were too ' busy ' . He is Sweet and funny and caring and you are just jealous that I can actually get a boy unlike you, Since you dress like that " she pointed at me " you'll never get one as hot as Travis . Just probably some nerd working in some game shop. " she sneered and her eyes narrowed.

" Maribel " I whispered, My eyes were cloudy with tears. I can't believe she would say such a thing, she was never mean. I never knew that the harsh reality of life could actually hurt. That I was never going to be loved. That I was never going to get married and that I never will have kids and start a family of my own.

" Oh shit!, Claire listen I'm sorry, I knew you would understand. You're such a good friend but I don't think we can be friends anymore. Now look Travis and his friends are here so you have to go alright! Maybe you could eat your lunch in the toilets for a while. You might be able to meet some new friends in there as well " she said cheerily as she scooted me away.

I watched her in anger. I was crestfallen, how could she do this too me. I was her best friend for almost ten years. I was there when her grandmother died, when her mom was in hospital , when she went through her first break up, I was there for everything. How could she treat me like a piece of gum at the bottom of her shoe after all that we've been through together.

I watched as she greeted Travis's friends cheerily, hugging each of them while laughing at some of their stupid jokes. Just then Travis looked my way, his blond hair was tousled and his perfect doll blue eyes had a glint of darkness. he had a arm around Maribel and He smirked at me, his nose turned up in disgust.

I just stood there frozen, awkwardly. not really sure what to do. I wasn't going to hide in the toilets like Maribel told me too.

Travis whispered something in Maribel's ear and She followed his gazed and laughed. I knew they were talking about me and I hated it. I just wanted to knock out his perfect little teeth and then burn his hair and probably kick Maribel in the Gut for treating me like shit.

But there is nothing I can do, If I do pick a fight then my parents will know then I will go through hell, and possibly get killed in the process. But I can't die, I need to be there for Caitlyn. The only thing I have to and need to do, Is hide. That will save me from trouble.

I know not much people really read a Claire and Quil story, they usually read a Edward/Bella or Jacob/Bella or a Nessie jacob. But not much Claire quil love, which I Find quite sad. Claire and Quil and all the other background characters matter as well, and the Claire/Quil situation intrigues me.

so review, Favorite, follow whatever. tell me what you think. should I carry on?

- milke

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