Okay so here you go, I can't stop writing this story! I likes it, and I know a lot of you are confused, and don't worry I will not leave you hanging. That 1st chapter was only to set the tone. NOW TO THE WORDS!

My mom and an unknown man with topaz golden eyes were sitting in a strange, but beautiful meadow, staring at each other lovingly. It didn't bother me, I wanted something better for my mom than Dad; I'm happy for her. Suddenly the man bent his head to her neck – she gasped and grasped his hair and screamed in pain.

I wanted to shout, wanted to run over there and pull him off her; he was hurting her! But I couldn't move, not one inch. Mom's body racked and twitched in pain, he lifted his head to look at me, and with a single drop of blood dripping from the corner of his lip, revealed a pair of sharp vampire fangs.

I shot up in my bed in gasping; that was the wrong thing to do. I writhed in soreness as the wounds from last night were still fresh. I shut my eyes tightly while I attempted to stifle my whimpers; I walked to the mirror. Ugh, I looked horrible!

My face was red and puffy from the tears, and I had a giant bruise across my cheek starting from my jaw line to my eyebrow. My tongue had open gashes that matched my teeth, probably because I'd bite down on it last night to keep from screaming.

I considered looking at my arms; they felt worse so it was obvious they were hurt. I peeked down, and gasped remembering how it felt last night.

My arms were covered with tiny, but deep, cuts. Bite marks and claw scratches. Super. I cringed in pain as I poked one of my bruises and watched it go from white back to purple. This is bad, I have to go school! How am I supposed to hide these?

I peeked out my window to see that Dads car was gone; good. I guess if I can't hide the bruises, I won't. I'm not afraid of "Father Dearest". I'm a big girl.

I dressed in the rare T-shirt and skirt, to flaunt my bruises even more. I wanted Dad to get into as much trouble as possible. I only wore eye shadow and lip gloss today, no foundation, no cover up. I walked into the kitchen to see mom making breakfast happily, with the new bruises on her neck and cheek. She wore make-up; a lot of it. She tried to hide the bruises from me as much as possible, since she wasn't allowed to leave the house without dad there to escort her.

She turned to me with a smile as she held out some eggs; her smile turned down as she saw my attire.

"Lizzy… why are you wearing that?" She eyed me suspiciously.

"Because, I'm a teenage girl, I can't wear a skirt and a T-shirt? Besides, I thought Mom's were supposed to want their daughters to wear less make-up." I concluded slyly, I knew it wouldn't fool her, so I didn't bother trying.

Her face got solemn, dead. "Lizzy, sit down-"

"I have to get to school."

Anger flickered across her face. "LIZZY!" She screeched as I turned to leave, I stopped and turned to her. I was stunned. She'd never raised her voice; she was always a ray of sunshine. I sat down immediately; I didn't want it to get worse.

She composed herself and sat down across from me. "Lizzy… why? Why do you want to do this? Why now?" She pled desperately.

"Mom, I'm doing this because I-" I stopped there, I turned my head away from her penetrating gaze, to think about what I was about to say. I stood up. "Because I'm sick of the way Dad treats you, treats me, t-treats us! I mean he's supposed t-to love us! H-he's supposed to be my father; he's supposed to treat me like his little princess like other Dads do! He's supposed to treat you like you're the love of his life! Mom, don't you see? It's not supposed to be this way! I know it's not!" I stopped there, waiting for her to respond; she'd silent through my rant. Her head was hung low when she responded.

"I know it's not." She replied quietly.

"Mom! Then we can go! We can run! We can fight this! We can get away from here and start a new life we can… we can…" I trailed off when I saw the expression on her face. She stood up from her chair and made her way over to me, pulling me into a hug.

"Honey, that's what I've been meaning to talk with you about." She pulled me out of the hug and motioned for me to sit down again, I obediently sat. "When I was younger, I would have had the same thought as you. I would have been ready to leave her and never come back" her eyes stared off into space. "But, that was when I was younger. I had a future when I was younger; I'm married now, when I said "I do" I was sealed. I don't have any other place to go." My eyes welled up with tears.

"Please don't say that mom..." I begged, my vision blurred as the tears spilled over. She continued without meeting my eyes.

"Baby, you don't understand. I can't leave. I have no other future. No other life." She stopped them mumbled something like "Well I did once…" She'd meant for me not to hear it.

"What other life mom? What are you talking about?"

She gasped and stared at me in disbelief, her eyes indicated that she was trying to decide on something. Then her eyes were filled with determination.

"I suppose you're old enough for the story now. Ok well here it goes.

I was seventeen and living in Phoenix, Arizona with my mother. My mom, Grandma Renee, got remarried to a man named Phil. Now Phil was very nice and everything which was good, my mom was erratic and hair brained." She laughed dryly at the memories. "Well, Phil was a baseball player-"I interrupted her.

"How come I'm just finding this out?"

"You're father didn't- Doesn't want you to know anything about this, and the facts I'm telling you know lead up to it. Now please listen." I shut up and waited for the story Dad didn't want me to know about.

"Anyway as I was saying, Phil was a baseball player which caused him to have to travel a lot. My mom stayed home with me while Phil traveled but I could tell she wasn't happy, her eyes were dead. Then I remembered that my father, Grandpa Charlie, lived in Forks. So I sent myself there, to make Renee happy. Anyway when I got there, I got a truck and enrolled in High School." She stopped and let a laugh that sounded more like a bark. "In lunch was where I first saw them."

"They were beautiful, they were called the Cullens." She glanced toward me then continued. "The bronze-haired one's name was-" She stopped for a second, I gave her time to compose herself. She went on. "His name was Edward" She coughed out; it looked like it pained her to say his name. "Anyway, after a series of um… strange events, we started… going out." The ways she said that statement made me believe she was hiding something… something important. But I didn't press the subject, I was lucky she was telling me anything.

" I was in love with him after awhile, and it seemed as if he loved me too, and after something happened at my eighteenth birthday, he told me he- "I looked up at her face, which was now tear streaked, her breathing hitched and broke. She continued, un -willingly I could tell.

"Mom, you don't have to go on if you don't want to."

"No, no you deserve to hear this. As I was saying, he told me he didn't- love me anymore and left. He left and never came back" Her eyes were real glassy and stared off into space. "Well, as I said, I was very much in love with him and I was mourning for months. I was deeply depressed, I think I still might be… well after awhile, I started coming down to La Push to see Jacob" I was thankful she didn't address him as my father. " And bit by bit, happiness came back into my life. But there is something you have to understand Lizzy, you're father was different when we were younger. Back then, he wouldn't have been able to hurt a fly, he was my best friend. Then I started to develop feelings for him; I know that, even now, that my feelings for him are only a faint echo of the feelings I, unfortunately still have for Edward.

"But I don't regret marrying Jacob, because then we wouldn't have had you. You are my greatest blessing, please grasp that." Her eyes gazed into mine. "Well, aside from that I have no future, nowhere to go. Grandpa Charlie is dead, and Jacob is the closest thing to happiness I will ever get in my life."

"Mommy, don't say that please-"

"Lizzy, sweetie, you have to promise me something. I won't be able to go on if you refuse."

"Anything."

"I need you to be a good girl, make good grades and get into clubs and things so you can go to college. I need you to escape from this, when you go to college you'll have your own life."

I spoke in a monotone. "But what about you?"

"My place is here."

"No its not" I whispered.

"Yes it is!" We were both standing leaning over the table. She let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Look, we don't have to keep talking about it now, go get changed and come with me into my bathroom, I'll fix you're make-up. I'll also write you a pass for being late to school." She left going into her room. I numbly shuffled my feet to my room and took out a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. I felt dead as the fabric came over me and as I pushed my legs into the jeans.

I walked into Mom's bathroom and sat down in front of the mirror as she worked on me, brushed and spreading the make-up as gently as possible over my sore bruises. When I was done she kissed my forehead and sent me off to school.

I was only at school in body, but my mind was about fifteen miles away up in Forks. The story, and Edward Cullen, never left my mind, not for a second. I also contemplated Mom's hesitation when she mentioned how she and Edward met. My mind wasn't working right today, so I saved that mystery to be solved later.

I got home at 6:00 ( I had taken the long route for time to think) to the sound of Mom and Dad "talking" again, I quietly resigned to my room, and prayed that it would end soon. I remembered my strange dream I had about vampires. Or a vampire I should say, and who the guy was. Wait. I had the strangest feeling Mom's hesitation and Edward Cullen was related to my dream. I was on my way to an epiphany when I heard my father's drunken voice shout at my mom something like "You told her?!" from down the hall and the sound of something breaking along with a muffled scream.

I jerked up wanting to run out to see if she was ok, but I pulled back when I heard her talking in a hushed voice, indicating she was ok. I listened harder to hear their conversation, I pressed my ear to the door.

"Look, I didn't tell her about what the Cullens really were or the werewolf treaty! The secret is safe! Ok?!"

Werewolf? Was mom ok? Why would she be babbling about.

"Wait." I heard my Dad say; he clomped to room and burst through the door, sending me flying across the room. My head bashed into the wall, an d I reached behind my head and rubbed my wound.

"What did you hear?" He asked in a cold, dead voice. For once I was purely… afraid.

"N-nothing Dad."

"Hm, I know better than to trust you to tell me the truth." He walked over to me and picked me up by my neck and squeezed. I could feel the pressure build up in my skull, the pain slowly increased as his grip tightened.

I vaguely heard the breaking of glass; then I was released. I grabbed my neck and gasped wild breaths.

"You shouldn't have done that Bella." I heard my Dad warn my mom, his back was to me. My mom poked her head around him.

"Liz run!"

"No Mom I won't leave you!"

My father smacked her, sending her sailing across the room and into my dresser. I heard her gasp something like, "Trust me, please…" this time, I obeyed. Something told me it wouldn't help if I stayed, plus Mom would regret me seeing this.

I bolted up from my spot; Dad didn't expect that, he expected me to stay like a good little girl. I dashed to the already open window (it was open for we had no air conditioning) I squirmed out of the window and ran. I could hear my Dad's curses fade into the background as I ran at top speed.

I had no doubt in my mind that he would follow, so I kicked it up a notch, almost flying over the brush and through the vegetation.

I don't know how long or how far I ran. 15 minutes… one hour… three hours… time didn't mean much to a person when they were running for their life. I was getting tired… and hungry but the hunger would have to wait. I saw a flicker of moonlight up ahead. I'll just get to the clearing and then I'll rest a few minutes. I thought to myself.

I shuffled to the clearing, I barely had enough energy to take in where I was, but I did. I was in a meadow; a beautiful meadow with tall swaying grass. Something seemed oddly familiar about this place, but I didn't have time to think about it much longer before I collapsed on the ground and sunk into a sleep amongst the wildflowers…

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