Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. The characters are all thanks to Stephanie Meyer, but I do own this plot so enjoy.
Preface: Runaway Love
Yeah and it go a little somethin' like this
Yeah and it go a little somethin' like this
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Now little Lisa's only nine years old
She's tryin' to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and they never met her family
Momma's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin' and nobody'll listen
Momma's on drugs, gettin' *** up in the kitchen
Bringin' home men at different hours of the night
Startin' with some laughs, usually endin' in a fight
Sneakin' in her room when her momma's knocked out
Tryin' to have his way and little Lisa says ouch
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her momma don't believe her
Lisa's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Little Nicole is only ten years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions, she's makin' up excuses
Bleedin' on the inside, cryin' on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she's about
Her name is little Stacy and they become friends
Promise that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day, lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops *** to get rid of all the pain
Plus she's havin' sex with her boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep as she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection, he's usin' no glove
Never thinkin' 'bout the consequences of her actions
Livin' for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her momma would blow it all out of proportion
Plus she lives poor, so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway, runaway love
Don't keep runnin' away
I'll run away with you
If you want me to
Yeah, I can only imagine what you goin' through, ladies
Sometimes I feel like runnin' away myself
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes
And picture us runnin' away together
When we come back, everything is gonna be okay
( From: . )
Open your eyes
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Now little Lisa's only nine years old
She's tryin' to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and they never met her family
Momma's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin' and nobody'll listen
Momma's on drugs, gettin' *** up in the kitchen
Bringin' home men at different hours of the night
Startin' with some laughs, usually endin' in a fight
Sneakin' in her room when her momma's knocked out
Tryin' to have his way and little Lisa says ouch
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her momma don't believe her
Lisa's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Little Nicole is only ten years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic Step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions, she's makin' up excuses
Bleedin' on the inside, cryin' on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she's about
Her name is little Stacy and they become friends
Promise that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day, lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops *** to get rid of all the pain
Plus she's havin' sex with her boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep as she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection, he's usin' no glove
Never thinkin' 'bout the consequences of her actions
Livin' for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her momma would blow it all out of proportion
Plus she lives poor, so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway, runaway love
Don't keep runnin' away
I'll run away with you
If you want me to
Yeah, I can only imagine what you goin' through, ladies
Sometimes I feel like runnin' away myself
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes
And picture us runnin' away together
When we come back, everythin' is gonna be okay
Open your eyes
-Runaway Love by Ludacris
I hate him, those words I thought over and over again but I couldn't spit them out. Once upon a time, I had thought they were true but now, now I know too much. It all started a year ago.
I had just moved to the rainy town of Forks, coming to live with my father, the police Chief. I didn't want to move but Phil, my mother's newest boyfriend, was the devil. He upset me every opportunity he received, making my life hell. It started little at first, dismissing my thoughts and excluding me but then the threats came. He reduced my to a jumpy mess, scared that one day, his threats would turn into actions. I left before he could fulfill most of them but not early enough. He made sure I knew my place and wounded me if I ever overstepped that invisible line.
Phil is the reason I couldn't hold my head up in public, he's the reason why I hated myself, he's the reason for all the scars on my wrists. He made that fist cut on my wrist, hoping to scare me, but he turned me on to a way to help release my emotions. Eventually living with Phil and my unobservant mother was unbearable so moved.
I sucked up my hatred of the rain and moved out to the wettest place on earth, Forks, Washington. When I got there, my dad was great; he gave me my space and even splurged to get me my own laptop. I actually thought I might like the place, come out of my shell a bit; that is until I met him. My first day of school started off just perfect (note the sarcasm). I was late getting up because technology hates me and my alarm never went off. I showered quicker than I thought possible, threw on clothes (don't ask me which ones, I couldn't tell you), swiped on a bit of mascara, and flew out the door.
If my morning wasn't bad enough, the welcome I got a school sure wasn't better. I hate attention, any kind, and I was getting a lot of it. Every pair of eyes in the parking lot stared at the new girl; some with eyes of curiosity, others like I was fresh meat. Each eye zeroed in on me but I met none, preferring to stare at the pavement, hoping not to trip under the heated gazes.
That's when I met him, or rather, his shoes. I tried to stop as they came into my view but I was already too late. I knocked into his back, unknowingly making the worst mistake I could. That simple act caused a shift in the air and silence to fall over everyone in the parking lot. The boy with the black converse had been pushed off balance, stumbling forward. I mumbled a sorry to the stranger, more concerned as to why the student body got so quiet. Soon I received my answer.
The boy turned around with a fury. My eyes made their way up his form; taking in his dark wash jeans and gray t-shirt; his lean but muscled form; his wild, coppery hair; and, finally, his piercing green eyes. My own eyes widened as I stared into his glaring ones. So caught in his gaze I almost missed what he said, "You'll pay for that, bitch". He then turned on his heel and stormed off, a few girls fluttering off behind him after giving me glares of their own. I paid them no attention, too caught up in what he had said. Something about his demeanor made me positive he was completely serious in his threat.
That was the day I, Isabella Swan, had seriously pissed off Edward Cullen, turning my life upside-down for good.