So this idea has been eating my brain… literally! You should see the sketch I drew in social all because this idea is shouting at me. Anyways tell me if I should continue this story and what not. Chapter 4 of Never Gone (my other story if you are reading it) should be up soon. Read it and tell me what you think.
Enjoy this story; give positive/negative comments about it in either the form of a review or PM. OH and btw this story is set in the beginning of Eclipse. I'm saying its 2009, because that seems to work. Also in my story Jacob and Embry are just starting grade 10, though Eclipse is halfway through the year. Paul, Jared, and my OC/s are in grade 11. Seth, Quil, Leah and the other wolves are not yet wolves. I'll explain later on how I am sticking to the plot of Eclipse/Breaking Dawn. ENJOY
WARNING- this story is rated M for violent themes, plot and scenes. May put a lemon in later chapters, but we'll see. OH and btw I will not go into detail about the gruesome scenes, cause… yeah, that's just wrong.
Disclaimer- I am only writing this in this chapter. I do not own any of the characters, plot, places, songs, or ideas except the only you do not recognize (aka the ones girls around the globe are not screaming about.) All of the recognizable ones belong to S. Meyer.
May 2006
"Where's Momma?" a young girl, about 13 years of age, asked and grabbed her fathers hand. The man quickly shook his head and turned away.
"Daddy?" the girl whispered, tears springing to her eyes. An outsider, looking in at this small family and listening into what they were saying would guess the mother had died, they would guess the father was heart broken and looking at his juvenile daughter would spring back memories. Those people would be wrong.
"What have I said about that name," the man whispered, his voice almost a growl. He didn't take his eyes of the vast ocean in front of himself as he whispered to his only daughter.
"I'm sorry Ryan," the girl mumbled, mostly to herself. The girl did that a lot, not that her father would notice. She mumbled to herself and never brought friends home, though she had one friend. Not that the father would know the friends name was Deli, short for Delina. He would know, though, that both of Deli's parents were addicted to cocaine, and it was one of the reasons the two girls stuck together. The father, Ryan, didn't even know the birthday of his infant son, let alone the juvenile activities of a young girl…
Almost three days had past since that day at the beach. The daughter still remembers that day. She remembers the unanswered question that still hung unattached on the vacant clothing line. She remembers the weather, a blissfully sunny day, something her eyes rarely saw. She remembers the wind that felt pleasant as it blew its kisses on her face. Mostly, though, she remembers the feeling of her fathers fist as it made its first of many marks against her then innocent skin…
From that day on it seemed that a sunny day meant something totally different. It no longer meant bonfires on the cliffs, biking down to Forks and back. No they would always remind her of her unanswered question, the one she wished she never had to ask.
She knew life would be easier if she at least knew the answer to the question that had bore a hole in her brain. Sadly, though, the question would never be answered, simply because there was no answer. All the girl knew was that her mother had selfishly left both her and her infant brother, only two years of age, and never returned. She could be dead, it really didn't matter. All that mattered was the pain the girl felt as her father came home at night. Sometimes she would feel his hand hitting her face, which was what she wished for every night as she tucked her brother in. She would rather feel the full force of a grown man hurting her now tough skin. Sometimes she would feel a different item hitting her, a wall, a broken bottle or even the floor of the closet sized room she shared with her brother. Worse, and most common, was the pain she felt when pushed on the floor so her father could release his need. This was the quickest and it left no physical scars, but her mental scars were so deep it was hard to breath at night.
Sometimes Vivyan wished to leave the world. Slit her throat and fly to a place where girls were not hit and raped by someone they were supposed to love. But Viv knew she would not be like her mother. She would not run from all the pain, fear and nightmares that haunted her at night. She would not allow her brother, Noel, live the life she had.
Late August 2009
School ~ Second Period
"Vivyan Landing?" the teacher asked and looked back up at her class. Have a last name in the middle of the alphabet meant the teacher was already bored of calling out names and the teens were already bored of listening. I was different. Even if my last name were Waller or Zealot, I would still be waiting to hear my name spat, sung or coughed by the array of teachers.
I raised my hand then and the teacher nodded. Different from my last period teacher, who was female also. Miss. Della was younger than this teacher, and she had smiled at me when she saw I was alertly listening for my name. This teacher, my math teacher, was old. In her mid-fifties I guessed. Her name was Mrs. Wong or something that told of her, or her families, migration to America. Why she was on a small native reserve on the west coast, was a question that could not be answered with a backwards glance at her name.
"Well class," Mrs. Wong started, I noted that her accent was stalwart and therefore hard to understand, "I have nothing planned for today so feel free to mingle," she did not stop to hear the joyous cheer that erupted from the back of the class mostly, "but be prepared to start tomorrow." With that Mrs. Wong (that's what I was calling her though it was a fact it was her true name) pulled out a Cosmo magazine and the class burst into layered conversations. I think I was the only student to notice our old teacher reading a magazine made to improve younger woman's sex life. I inwardly laughed, though it was more of a monotone chuckle.
After the sex addict teacher (it was the only plausible reason why she would have a Cosmo magazine) laugh I had wore off, I sighed and placed my head down on my desk. Around me I could hear conversations about summer activities, new attractive boys, and the smart ninth graders excitement about high school.
"Hey your Vivyan right?" I heard a girl from beside me ask. I turned to see it was Kim Connweller, a girl we all envied, who had asked the question. For years Kim had always been the shy girl, the average girl who no one took second glances at. She wasn't different now, other than the fact Jared Harrow hung to her like a baby duck hangs to its mother.
"Yeah I am, and you're Kim?" I said back, playing a smile on her. It worked and Kim sent a smile flying back my way. It's true that practice makes perfect. Kim nodded back and turned to Jared. If I were like any other girl I would be wishing I were Kim. Not saying I did not wish to be Kim Connweller, I wished to be anyone but myself, but I wished to be her for different reasons.
"I'm Jared," Jared said and held out his hand to me. It was unexpected. Jared and his gang of friends (everyone in La Push that wasn't one and didn't hate them called them The Manada) never talked to anyone who wasn't one of them, unless it was their girlfriend. Everyone thought it was weird that the guys kept to themselves, they were gorgeous and we would all be blessed with their voices.
I placed my hand into Jared's waiting hand and carefully pumped it up and then down, wary to not show the large healing bruise that was centered on my arm.
Once our handshake ended I was mystified. Not confused mystified, but excited by our diminutive embrace.
I was not in love with Jared Harrow, nor did I have even the slightest crush on him. No, my mystification after a handshake was due because of a totally different story. Everyone had his or her different views on The Manada. Some people, teen girls mostly, swooned over our tribes "superstars." Others, like myself, Deli and the elders of La Push, saw The Manada as the protectors of La Push. Ryan, never my father, did not approve of anything the boys had ever done. He was a loner with his point of view. He did not like the help The Manada did around La Push nor did he like the status they held in our tribe.
The reason I came up with to why Ryan did not like The Manada was because he was afraid of them. He was afraid they would someday find out about the harm my "father" gives me. It's kind of like Christmas every second day, if you think of pain as presents and my "father" and his need as Santa Claus.
This was the reason Jared Harrow, or any of the four members, mystified me. I wanted… needed to talk to them, and save myself and Noel from the life we were living…
Lunch came as fast as it could, which wasn't fast enough. After math class finished, which ended with a silent stare from Kim and Jared, I endured gym class and then History. Both classes sped along at the speed of a turtle, my mind still buzzing with my incident with Jared Harrow.
"Vivy!" my friend Deli squealed when I placed my bag under our lunch table and pulled out some weird rice and soy sauce crackers. I smiled at Deli and plopped a cracker into my mouth, cringing at the gross taste that filled my mouth.
"I assume you have something exciting you are about to share with me?" I said as I gulped down another cracker. Deli was the type of person who could make the best out of any situation. She could turn the death of her uncle (something that had happened the year before) and turn it into a chance to cry on the shoulder of Jacob Black. I had to admit that Deli was the only person I could call a "friend." Though she wasn't the kind of friend that hosted sleepovers and had large birthday parties, neither was I, she was the best kind of friend. Deli was also like me in a way, if you put her optimistic view out of the picture. Deli had two parents and many older siblings. Her parents, and multiple siblings (I think there was 4 of them, all girls) were all addicted to some type of drug. Whether it was cocaine, marijuana or meth, it was something. Deli, though, had it better than me. She was not beat, she was just ignored.
"No! You have explaining to do. What in the world happened in first period that made Paul Brryd talk about you?" My eyes widened as Deli's brown eyes narrowed. Paul Brryd was one of The Manada's, the most aggressive of them all. What on Earth and Mars (I was a sucker for the planet Mars. David Bowie have anything to do with it? You bet) was Paul Brryd doing talking about me? I tried to think back to first period to see what I did to create gossip. I knew Paul was in my first period class, but I couldn't think of what I did wrong.
"Well what was he talking about?" I asked, mapping my words out properly. My head was buzzing. First Jared Harrow had talked to me and now Paul Brryd was talking about me. I reminded myself to look in the mirror when I got home to see what had changed, or to see if any bruises were showing.
"He was just talking to Jacob Black," I did not miss her swoon, "quietly and I heard Jacob say your name and Paul confirmed it. What did you do kid?" I shook my head and couldn't help but smile. Maybe this year was the year that I would see change in my life…
"So you're saying you did nothing that would cause Paul Brryd to talk about you? No tripping on your feet, calling the teacher mom…?" Now Deli was just joking with me. I saw her face light up with surprise and excitement suddenly, making her features even more beautiful. I was about to ask what was up with the sudden change of mood, it wasn't a large change but I could tell, when I heard the sound of a chair being pulled out from beside me. Not only one chair, but also many chairs were soon pulled out and then pushed back in when The Manada and Kim took their seats beside and across from Deli and me.
"Hello Vivyan. Hello Delina," Jacob Black said, smiling at both Deli and me before offering the both of us a jellybean. I knew Deli was speechless from just hearing her name pour from "the love of her life." Jacob Black was my second cousin, so out of all of The Manada's, Jake was the one I talked to most.
"Hey Jake," I said back, nowhere as speechless as Deli. I heard someone, I guessed it was Embry Call, laugh from the other end of the table and felt a jellybean hit my cheek. It ricocheted of my face and bounced off the table. I grabbed it then and threw it back at Embry who dodged it.
"So what brings you to our table?" Deli said, finally finding her voice. All the boys around the table shrugged, Paul taking extra long to shrug. I raised my eyebrow and Kim giggled.
"We can leave if you want," Embry said, his voice husky and joking. Embry was the only Manada member that was cocky enough to know all girls swooned over them.
"You can leave if you want Em, I'm staying," Paul said, his eyes lingering on me as he moved his eyes to glare at Embry. I smiled when I noticed his eyes were back on me and felt my face slightly heat up. I quickly turned away from Paul's staring eyes and looked down at the jellybean I held in my hand.
"If you aren't gonna eat that, I'm sure one of the boys would enjoy it," Kim said from across the table. I looked up at her, making sure not to look at Paul, whom she sat beside. I quickly plopped the jellybean into my mouth, and chewed slowly.
"Don't test me," Embry joked, than grabbed another one from Jacob. I felt Deli's hand grab mine underneath the table and I gave it a slight squeeze. I knew that if I were in her mind, she would be singing happy songs.
"How's Billy?" I asked Jake, trying to start a conversation. I decided to talk to Jake, one because he was family and two because I could actually start one with him. Jacob shrugged.
"Same old, same old. I'm sure he'd love it if you came over for a visit once in a while." Jake rolled his eyes and I shrugged.
"Maybe I will. Noel's just starting school, so maybe we'll drop by one day after school." I didn't mention Ryan, because I knew he would never step foot in the Black household.
My "father" wasn't full Quileute, he was half Cree also. His mother left both him and his father when Ryan was only 3. After she left my grandfather started to protest against the Quileute ways, saying it was wrong to put mythical ideas into young children's heads. They were both exiled from La Push, but my father moved back after him and my mother married.
I think my grandmother-leaving make Ryan the way he is today. It is probably the reason why he does not like The Manada, or anything about La Push. I sighed, wishing my mother were still around.
"How's your father?" Jake asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. Jacob always asked about my father, though he was not related to him in any way. Sometimes I think he did it just to remind me he was my father.
"He's fine," I said, my voice not giving away my home life like my nightmares always said it would. Jacob nodded and turned to Embry and slapped him over the head. I didn't get the exchange, but I guessed it had something to do with the jellybean that was now down Deli's shirt.
"Dude, that's disrespectful," Jared said, also hitting him over the head. Deli looked at me, her smile gleaming. I rolled my eyes again, something I had a feeling I would be doing a lot this lunch hour.
"Hey Vivyan, do we have any work in Tribal Studies?" Paul asked. I turned away from Deli then and looked up at Paul, who sat across from me. So he did notice me in class, Tribal Studies that we both had first period.
"No, I don't think so. Shouldn't you pay attention?" I said with a laugh. Paul's mouth twitched from a smile he was holding in.
"I had something else on my mind," he whispered, his voice husky and mesmerizing. I saw his face darken slightly, as though he was blushing. Just the thought of him blushing made my face heat up.
"What was that you were thinking about?" Embry asked and then looked at me with a wink. Paul then moved twisted his head to look at Embry. Not look but glare. I was getting really confused with the strange exchanges…
After School
By the end of the day I had schedule memorized.
First Period – Tribal Studies
Second Period – Math
Third Period – Gym
Fourth Period – History
Lunch
Fifth Period – Biology
Sixth Period – Art
I really enjoyed the way my days would be until February. No class I would really dread, other than changing for gym, and someone interesting in almost every class. TS (Tribal Studies); Paul. Math; Kim and Jared. Gym; Jared. History; Jacob. Biology; Deli and Embry. Art; Deli. That was the joy with having a school with less than 200 people.
As I trudged out of the school, first saying bye to Deli as she was picked up by her eldest brother (and the cleanest one), I noticed the rain that was pouring from the sky. What had I done wrong to deserve the rain.
I lived about 2 miles from the school and had no car or lovable family member to drive. Also, starting the next day, I would be dropping and picking my younger brother up from school. That gave an extra half a mile to my already long way. I sighed pulled up my hood and stepped out from under the cover of my school and into the crying clouds.
"Vivyan!" I heard someone shout from behind me. I turned to see Kim waving me over to where she stood. I slowly walked over.
"Hey," I said and pulled down my hood after I was in a dry area.
"Do you have to walk home in this?" she said and motioned to the rain. I nodded.
"Really?" Jared said, coming up to take his spot beside Kim. Again I nodded and he made a noise that sounded like a "that's stupid" noise.
"Paul!" Jared shouted into the distance. Kim smiled and turned to watch as Paul jogged up slowly. He was soaked from top to bottom, his white shirt now see through and sticking to his glorious body. I couldn't help but stare. I heard Kim giggle, which pulled me out of my stare.
"Hey," I whispered to Paul, my face slowly heating up. Paul nodded back towards me and shook his hair to soak Kim and Jared. I noticed that he tried very hard to not get me wet, something he succeeded at.
"So why was I called over here?" Paul asked first looking at Jared and then he turned his stare to me. I shrugged and Paul shrugged back, mocking me. I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed, rustled his wet hair and spraying me with water in the process.
"Vivyan has to walk home in this, wanna give her a ride. I would but I have no more room in the Jeep. Also I think it would an enjoyable ride for the both of you," Jared said and Paul slapped him over the head. That resulted in Kim hitting Paul in the arm.
"Why not, where do you live?" Paul said, turning his brown eyes on me. I bit my lip as I looked into his eyes, again making my face heat up. I opened my mouth and only an inaudible sound came out. I then looked down at his mouth and answered.
"On By-Yak-Way. You take La Push road south east…" Again my eyes found his and I was again unable to speak.
"I know, I know. I live on Osprey Crescent, not far from you." I nodded, that was right by the Headstart School where my brother was going to the next day.
"See you two later than!" Jared and Kim waved as we walked away. Stupidly I forgot to put my hood up, so once I got to Paul car, my hair was soaking wet.
Once inside his car, Paul turned to me and started laughed. My eyes widened.
"What?" I asked quickly and Paul pulled down the mirror in front of me.
"We look like we both just had shower sex or something," Paul said and I looked in the mirror, seeing he was correct. I let out a few chuckles of my own.
"We'll have to try it one day, just to see if this is what we would look like," Paul then joked and winked. I nodded and then looked down at my hands.
The drive was silent for most of the way, other than Paul's humming. No music was playing in the truck, but his humming was quite soothing.
"What song are you humming?" I asked as we passed the last turn before we reached my neighborhood. With my words, Paul slowed down, until he was drive at the speed of a turtle.
"Oh just a random toon, don't you ever do that?" I shook my head. Never was in the mood to do that.
"Well we are going to have to change that huh?" Paul asked and I shrugged. Before I knew it we were pulled up at the end of my block.
"So which house is yours?" Paul asked as I undid my seat belt.
"The third one on the right," I said and pointed to the smaller house between two large one. Paul nodded.
"Well see you tomorrow," I whispered and opened my door.
"Yeah tomorrow," I heard Paul mumble as I shut the door.
NEXT CHAPTER SNEAK
"Who was that? Who dropped you off?" my fathers voice boomed as I tried to sneak to my room unnoticed.
"Just a friend from school," I said back, hoping he didn't notice who it was.
"A friend? That was Paul Brryd! No child of mine is to be anywhere near people like that!!" my father shouted and came towards me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, knowing tonight would not be a comfortable sleep. Suddenly words spilled from my mouth.
"Didn't think I was your daughter anymore Ryan?" I screamed back, my voice ringing in my ears, "Thought I was just some chick you keep around for fun? You can NOT tell me you to talk to or be friends with. You are NOT my father. Go to hell," I yelled back, the last sentence a whisper. My father stood speechless for about two seconds, which gave me time to run to my room and lock the door. Luckily Noel was in the room, I did not plan to face my father again… tonight.
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