A/N: WHYYY HELLO THERE! Thank you for clicking on this story, Hollie and I are very pleased. Wait, Hollie and I? YEPP! Co-writing this with TheTotallyAwsomeOne (Sorry if I got your user name wrong) OR you might know her as Hollie Industries! :D This is my second time co-writing a fanfic. I hope you enjoy this. ALSOO.. Hollie wrote the first half of this.

Summary(just in case it gets cut off): Sometimes we fall, hard. But when you father that is abusive is dead, your sent to live with your cousin in LA, and you fall for a boy that is already in a 6 year relationship. Have you fell to far, when all you do is crash and burn? (Hollie wrote the summary because I couldn't think of one) xD

Crash and Burn
Chapter One

I awaken from the sound of my father shouting random words. I hold my little
sister, Nessie tight and she awakes as well. "Why he oh mad?" she askes in her
adorible baby talk. "I don't no sweetie, I'm gunna go check. You stay here and
get some sleep," I say to her and she closes her eyes and cuddles into her
teddy bear.

I make my way slowly down the stairs, my father shouting, "WHERE ARE THEY!"

I take a deep breath and ask, "What are you looking for?"

"My keys bitch, what did u do to them?" my father asked. I sighed, "There on my
key rack in the family room. You shouldn't go driving," I say to him and he
throws a wine bottle at me.

"How old are you?" my father asked, I replied with a simple, "16," he
smirked, "Yes and I'm 48. So I will NOT be taking orders from you,
understand?" I nod, even though he is only 38.

He goes into the room gets his keys and leaves.

-X-

"Air line 362 is now boarding, please have a safe flight," the intercom
spoke. I picked up my carry on bag and looked at what I called home for the
last 16 years. I sighed to myself and boarded the plane with my little sister,
Nessie asleep in my arms. Not looking back. So many memories are here in New
York, before my mom died, my memories that are somewhat, dear I say it, happy?
What is happy anyway. My life has been the most oppisite from it for so long,
it's hard to remember what it felt like. Mom had died when I was just six
years old, it was hell on my dad so he converted to drinking, witch converted
to beating me every single day. As I got older the fade memories of my mother
became more distant, my father said as I also got older I looked more and more
like her. Now that he was in a car accident and killed on the spot I'm forced
to go live with my cousin, Edward Cullen, in LA. Away from New York, away
from my fade memories, away from my home. Where ever that will be now I'm not
sure.

I look down on my left arm where their are burn marks, from when I burnt
myself to get away from the constent punches and kicks. The heroin that I took
to help. The constant pills. The vodka, red bull, and lambs.

I take my seat at 16 B and look out the very small window at the run way.
Nessie was cuddled up in my arms with her Care Bears the plane takes off,
Nessie starts crying and I remember when I was four moving from Dallas to New
York. I cried when the plane took off cause my ears popped.

"Shh, Nessie. It's going to be okay sweetie," I say to her. Poor Nessie.
"Would you like to go up to first class with her, it's more confromtable," a
attantent asked. I nodded and followed her up to the front of the plane.
Nessie stopped crying once we started walking. "Baby, you have to be quite
until we get to LA, then you can cry all you want when were at Uncle Edward's."
I said. Even though Edward was our cousin, he has always been like a brother.

"Mr. McCarty, do you mind a teen and her baby sit next to you so they will have
more room?" the attentnt asked. The boy was about my age, dark curly hair, and
brown eyes.

(I, Geena, take over from here.)

He smiled kindly at me. "No, not at all." He got up so I could walk to the seat next to
him. I stared impolitely at him. He.. Was.. HUGE! Tall, six foot at the greatest, and was-
n't afraid of showing off his musceles.

I looked down to hide my blush. Where were my manners? At one point, I did have
a mom and she taught me propper manners. How rude, staring at someone. It was
so akward, having to sit next to him now.

I took my seat and gently started to rock Nessie back and forth. She was holding
onto her Care Bear tightly. Giant smiled at me. "How old is she?"

"Eighteen months." I whispered. Nessie dropped her Care Bear. Her eyes popped
open and she started to cry. Emmett reach down and kindly returned it into Nessi-
e's arms. "Thank you." I whispered gratefully.

"You have a beautiful daughter." Giant told me. I coughed in shock. Nessie?! My
daughter?! We don't even look like sisters, let alone mother and daughter.

"Oh, um, thank you but she's only my little sister."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should've asked before jumping to conclusions." Giant smiled
nervously at me. He reached into his bag and pulled out a CD. The cover look-
ed a little familiar.

"My Chemical Romance." I said proudly.

Giant smiled at me. "Yeah. You like them?"

"Yeah! Their awsome! Have you heard of Breaking Benjamin?"

The plane ride went on from there. We talked about our favorite things
and all around got to know each other. We had a lot in common, but
not to the point where we would annoy each other.

Maybe living in LA wouldn't be so bad.