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Chapter 1

You are responsible for your life. You can't keep blaming somebody else for your dysfunction. Life is really about moving on.-Oprah

The feeling was horrible. I felt as if, with that slap, my world had been shattered. I felt my eyes tear up as I looked at my father with shock. His face was a mirror of mine.

"Oh my god! I didn't mean-." He started.

I turned away and walked out the front door, keys in hand. I heard my father's footsteps as he followed me. "Melanie, wait! I'm sorry!"

I shook my head and opened my car door, closing it behind me. I locked the doors right before my father reached out to pull it open. I started the car and began backing out, heading who knows where. I took my phone out and dialed my grandma's number.

"Hello, Melly. To what do I owe this pleasure?" My grandma voice asked.

"Grammy, can I come up there and stay with you?" I sniffed.

"Of course, Melanie. You can stay whenever you like. You know you don't have to ask." She said concerned. "What's wrong, Melly?"

"Nothing, Grammy." I switched lanes and took a deep breath. "Hey, Grammy. I have to go."

"Okay, Melanie. I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Bye, Grammy." I set the phone down and let the tears fall down my face.

I heard my phone start to ring and grabbed it to see who it was. DAD. I turned off my phone and concentrated on the road in front of me. I continued, letting the tears fall. Trying to let it all out. I turned the radio on. Listening to the beginning verses of Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds".

"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Yeah, right.

**6 hours later**

I pulled into the hotel parking lot and grabbed my purse. I walked up to the front desk and gave them cash for the suite.

I walked in and took off my shoes before taking in my surroundings. The bed was a gross burgundy color and the chairs looked like they were falling apart I looked at the sink and counter but stopped at the mirror. I stared at my reflection and my eyes widened. My face still had a red hand print on it and my long brown hair was messed up and sticking out at odd angles. But what shocked me the most was my eyes. My eyes, not their usual bright green, were now a dark detached forest green. I looked away quickly and dropped down on the bed cringing at the sound of the spring creaking under my weight. I pulled my feet up and wrapped my arms around my legs and let the tears silently fall. The memory overwhelming my brain.

**flash back**

It was midnight, when I walked up the porch steps leading up to my house. I opened the door as quietly as I could and walked in closing the door slowly, waiting for the click of the door. I turned around slowly making sure not to hit anything.

I exhaled when I knew that I was safe and began walking into the kitchen opening the fridge and pulling out a water. I turned around and dropped my bottle at the sight of my father's red face. I could see the veins pulsing madly in his neck.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

"I told you I was going to a party dad." I said bending down and picking up my water.

"Do you realize what time it is? It's past your curfew, Melanie!"

I stood up taller and said irritated, "Only by a hour, dad!"

"Why do I smell beer on you? Were you drinking?" By now my father was standing right in front of me.

"What? No, dad! You know I would never do that!"

"Do I, Melanie? Why does it feel like I can't trust you anymore? Why are you being so irresponsible?"

"I'm not! God, it's like ever since mom died, you just can't deal with the fact that…You know what, never mind. I can't talk to you anymore." I went to turn and walk away, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"You're so ungrateful!"

"I'm ungrateful? Really? Wow, dad. Way to be an ass!"

I didn't even see it coming. But one minute I was furious and the next my face was stinging. I reached my hand up and touched my face. I can't believe that just happened.

**End flash back**

I fell back on the bed bringing my legs up and wrapped my arms around my legs. I kept getting flashes of my father's face after he had hit me. I closed my eyes and took one last shuddering breath before letting unconscious take over my body.

**The next day**

As soon as I got out of the shower and got dressed I walked up to the front desk and checked out. I got in my car and headed to La Push.

I had been driving for a couple of hours when I saw the sign for the reservation. I turned and kept going. When I pulled into my grandma's driveway, I turned off the car and walked up to the door. I took a deep breath, and then knocked.

The door was wrenched open and I was engulfed into a giant hug by my grandmother. "Melanie, I was so worried about you, sweetheart. You gave your poor father a scare."

I took a step out of my grandma's embrace. "You talked to him?"

"What do you think, Melanie? He was just going to let you leave without knowing where you were headed. Of course he called."

My body became rigid. "Is- is he coming to get me?" I faltered.

She shook her head no, and I sighed in relief. "Now, come in. You must be exhausted. I have the guest bedroom set up for you."

"Grammy, how long am I allowed to stay?"

She looked at me shocked. "Well, as long as you'd like to. You know that."

I smiled weakly. "Thank you."

She smiled and then showed me to my room. I fell on the bed and fell right to sleep.

I woke up in the morning and got dressed in an outfit my grandma had set out. I recognized it as one of my mom's old outfits. The dress was a nice light yellow, the sandals a light brown, it had a little gold gem in the middle of the band that held your foot in.

I walked out into the living room and saw a note on the table. I picked it up reading the words scrawled across the page. I recognized my grandmother's handwriting.

My dearest Melly,

If you get this, I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you wake up. I had to run a few errands. I should be back around noon. Why don't you explore La Push a little?

Love,

Grammy

I crumpled the paper up and put it in the trash before grabbing my keys, and walking out the door. I didn't know where I was going so I just followed all the roads and finally came to the middle of town. I pulled up to a dinner and walked in. I let the waiter seat me at a booth, he asked me what I wanted to drink, so I ordered a coffee.

I looked out the window at the beautiful green and colorful town before me.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter said putting my cup on the table in front of me.

"Uh, yeah, hold on." I grabbed the menu. "Uh, I'll have the bacon and eggs, with a side of cheese grits."

He wrote it down and then walked behind the counter.

I stared down at my cup of coffee. I hadn't known how long I was staring until I heard a group of male voices practically shouting as they came in. I looked back and saw a mass of tan skin. There had to be ten of them standing there waiting to be seated. A woman, with three scars running down her face, came walking up smiling. She gave them the booth across from me and started talking to them. They were all laughing loudly, at something one of them had said. I was completely mesmerized by these guys. I mean, who lets people into a public restraint without shirts or shoes on?

I watched as the biggest guy at the table stood up smiling down at the woman. He grabbed her around the waist, staring down at her with the softest expression I have ever seen on a guy. He bent down and kissed her. The boys behind him started making wolf calls, but he didn't break the kiss, just flicked them off before putting his hand back on her waist. I smiled softly.

"Here you go." I jumped at the guys voice before seeing him putting the food down in front of me.

I mumbled a thanks before looking back at all of the guys. I noticed that one stook out in particular. He had dark brown tousled hair, and these chocolate orbs, his body was all muscle. And his smile. Oh, it was gorgeous. I guess he felt me staring at him and looked over, because all the sudden all I saw was chocolate circles. His expression changed to one of awe, and he dropped the fork he was holding. All of the guys stopped talking and looked at him. They looked at him in confusion before following his gaze towards me. I blushed and looked away quickly, letting my hair drop in front of my face. Before sneaking a glance. What I saw shocked me.

He was shaking and his face was a mask of pure hatred. I watched as two of the guys pulled him out of the diner. I looked back down at my food and began eating slowly. I felt this weird tugging at my heart as I kept thinking of the mystery guy. I felt my cheeks become red.

Why did I care?

I gripped my fork harder than necessary and resumed eating my food. I was so into my food I didn't hear the footsteps beside me.

"Hey." A husky male voice said.

I looked up and there he was in all his gorgeous glory. And he was…tall. "Uh, hi." I faltered.

He gestured towards the other seat of the booth. "May I?"

I cleared my throat."Oh, yeah, uh, sure."

He sat down and reached out his hand towards me." Hi, I'm Paul."

I stared at his hand for a second before reaching my hand out to meet his. "Melanie."

He nodded and I barely heard him breath out, "Melanie."

He kept a hold of my hand and it was starting become extremely awkward. I pull my hand a little and he let go.

"So." I said, trying to ease the weirdness.

"Right. Uh. Well, Melanie, I was kind of wondering if I could get your number." He said his cheeks turning a little pink.

"You wa-want my number?" I choked out.

He nodded slowly as if trying not to freak me out. "Yeah. Sort of."

"But you don't even know me!" I blurted out.

He frowned. "I know that. But I want to."

I looked at him in confusion. "Want to what?"

Paul looked down. "I want to know you."

I looked at him shocked. I felt nervous. And who wouldn't be if they had a gorgeous guy sitting in front of them asking for their number.

"Sorry, but I really can't do that." I said.

He looked at me a crease forming in between his eyebrows. "Why not?"

"Because I was taught not to give out my phone number to strangers?" I said weakly.

He chuckled a little, and looked at me smiling. "That's your excuse? Really?"

I blushed furiously and looked down. "Well, yeah."

He sighed and got up. "Well, it was worth a try."

And then he just… left?

Wow, boy, was I missing out. He was so god damn gorgeous.

I immediately started fuming and set money down on my table and walked out of the diner and left.

Ugh! Boys!

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