I had just got home. I was early which was unusual. The house was quiet, but I knew dad was home. His car was in the driveway. The silence was unnerving. I started to look around to see where the man was. The living room was empty.

"Dad?" I called out.

Silence.

I check his room and the bathroom he used. Both Empty. Kitchen. Empty.

Office. The door was cracked so I approached it. I pushed it open and in center of the room was a man. Dad. He held a gun to his temple. It was so quiet. Then a bang filled the air and then...

Silence.

I jumped up gasping for air. My eyes scanned the room. It took me a while to remember where I was. I flopped back on the bed and turned to look at the alarm clock. It was almost four. I didn't see a reason in going back to sleep so I started my morning early.

I wad running through the woods thinking about absolutly nothing but also everything. It felt peaceful. To run in the green Forrest this early. The sun was just rising and it was chilly, but not freezing. I felt good. I also felt guilt.

I was always feeling guilty. It was the only real emotion I have been feeling. I felt guilty that I was here, living my life with content while my dad was six feet under, just a decaying corpse with my dad's face.

I stopped in the middle of the trail and bent over with my hands on my knees. I wanted to cry. I should cry but I refused. Crying is weakness and you should never show weakness. That's what he always told me.

It was just after seven when I found my favorite place in La Push. It was a small pond about 2 miles off the main trail. A creek ran to it and created a mini water fall. It was stunning. It was well hidden behind the trees, so I took a seat and watched the water move.

The cool breeze blew over me, making my hair move slightly. I loved this isolated area. It was a perfect place to be alone.

I had a place like this back home. It was the roof of the gym. It wasn't near as beautiful or quiet like this place, but it was mine. A place just for me.

Aftet promising to bring my camera next time I came, I headed back to Sam's house. I was just after eight when I walked in the door. I could hear the noise the moment I left the trail, but being in the house was so much louder. There were about six guys crowding the dinning room. Only two I recognized were Sam and Embry. They were laughing and joking around while they ate.

They must have heard my foot steps because when I entered the room everyone was looking at me. I didn't make eye contact as I went to the kitchen. Emily pointed towards a bowl on the counter "Thats for you. Completly vegan." I smiled my thanks and headed to the dinning room. I next to Embry and started eating the fruit bowl Emily had fixed me.

No one payed me any attention until Embry started making introductions. At the end of the table, on Sam's right was Quil, Embry's best friend. Next to Embry on Sam's left was Jared, Sam's best friend. Next to Quil was Seth and next to him was Paul. They all mostly said hi, except Paul who was to busy eating. I didn't care though. I'd rather be left alone.

"So, Tyler. How old are you?" I snapped my head to the voice I didn't reconize that had said my name. It was Seth.

"Umm.. Seventeen." I replied quietly.

He nodded and his smile never faded. It was a little freaky how happy he seemed. "That's Awesome! I'm sixteen. Are you going to school here when summer is over." I shrugged.

"Hey, little sister. I'm curious." I crinckled my nose at the nickname. I hope that my brothers friends didn't get in the habit of calling me that. I turned my attention to Jared. "Did your dad ever say anything about Sam or Embry."

I froze. No one has mentioned my dad, not like this. Embry glared at the man while Sam gave him a kick under the table.

"My dad never talked about his life in La Push. But I knew about them. He regretted his mistake." I heard a sarcastic snort and snapped my head to the one across from me. Paul. "Do you have something you would like to ask?" I asked through my teeth, hoping he was smart to stay silent.

He contiued eating, his eyes never leaving the plate. Obviously he wasn't very smart because after he swallowed he spoke. "Your dad was an asshole who abondoned two kids, moved away and started his own perfect family. That's a pretty big mistake. If he regreted it, why didn't he ever come back? He didn't give two shits about anyone but himself."

Silence.

I was fuming. I haven't had a fight in weeks and the urge to punch was immense. I made my fist into a ball until my finger nails were digging in my skin. He kept chewing and even though his head was down I could see a smirk. I grabbed the bowl in front of me and threw it at the wall behind him. It shattered and all the peices, along with some fruit, fell to the ground. He flinched and turned around to see the hole it had put there. Then his eyes were looking into mine.

He was handsome. He jaw was perfectly shaped, and so were his eyes. They were like chocolate pools and I felt myself getting lost in them. Then my eyes traveled to his muscles. I forced my eyes back to his and I could see all his emotions flooding through them. Confusion, adoration, anger, hatred, guilt.

Then I remeber what he said and I shoved all those thoughts away. "You son of a bitch you don't know the first thing about my dad." I spat, venoum speeping out. "He was a great guy. He hated himself leaving. He was making it up by being a father to me. My life was so far from perfect you haven't the slightest clue. I watched my dad get more depressed by the day and then... I watched him put a bullet in his head all because his son got married and had a son and he found out through a friend. It's Sam's fault I don't have a father. It's his fault I'm alone. So, my dad isn't the only bad Uley there is." I slammed my fist in the table before turning and heading to my room.

I was quick to grab my camera and run back to the woods.I didn't look at anyone as I made my way through the house,but I knew when I left the others where trying to calm Sam and Paul, who were about to fight.

It took me a while to get to my destination. But once I was there I was in bliss. The event from earlier was out of my mind as I looked through my camera to capture the beauty of this small area I've come to love. I was so focused I didn't hear the footsteps come. A hand grabbed my shoulder. In instinct I fliched, whirling around and shoving the person back. I took seceral steps back and look at the peraon. It was Embry. He held his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I looked behind him as two figures immergered from the trees. Paul and Quil.

"I don't like being touched." I told him.

He nodded before pointing a thumb over his shoulder. "We came to get you. There's a bonfire tonight. Emily wanted me to remind you so you could be ready to go."

"I'm not going." I replied.

"Sam planned this so the others could meet you." He argued.

I clenched my jaw. "I'm not interested in meeting any more of your friends." I gave a pointed look towards Paul, who just looked down at his feet when our eyes met. "If he had asked I would have told im that."

Embry sighed and ran a hand over his face. Then he placed his hand on his hips and gave me a hard look. "Don't be like that. Sam has done a lot for you. He just wants yo make sure you make friends. You are going even if I have to drag you." I glared at him before turning to take more pictures.

I heard footsteps and some whispering and I ignored it. I was glad they were leaving. I gave a quick glance over my shoulder. Only to see Paul lingering behind. When our eyes made contact, his turned to hard angry orbs. Then he stormed away after the others.

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I stayed there for another hour or so. Then I headed back. It seemed all the boys had left, it was quite when I reached the house. Embry was waiting in the porch for me when I got there.

"You ready to play nice?" He asked dryly. I gritted my teeth to stay calm.

"I have a punching bag I need to hang up. You know of any place?"

He shrugged. "Find a sturdy tree branch close by." then he turned and walked away. I walked over to my truck, AKA the beast, and started it up. I saw a nice low hanging, sturdy, thich tree branch and backed my truck up to it. I climbed in the bed and started fiddling with the chajns to hang it.

I was getting frustrated. It was heavy and I wasn't strong enough to hold it and chain it. I was about to give up when I heard someone clear their throat. I don't know how but I knew who it was before I even turned around.

"What?" I asked in a bitter tone.

"Need some help?" His voice sent shivers through my body and I mentally cursed myself. I turned and gave him the motion to try. He gave a smirk before climbing up and grabbing the bag. I watched his muscled flex and contract as he chained the bag with ease. I looked away before he could catch me watching.

"Thanks." I muttered.

"So um.." He cleared his throat again and scratched the back if his head, clearly nervous. "I'm sorry for what I said this morning. It was shitty of me."

I just nodded. He looked at me like he was waiting for something. "Well, aren't you going to apoligize?"

"Excuse me?" I crossed my arms.

"Well you were kind of a bitch to me and Sam. I just think if I apologized so should you."

I couldn't beileve my ears. I was the bitch? He wants me to apoligize. I let out a dry laugh. "Look you steroid loving douche bag, I'm not apoligizing for shit. You insult my dead dad, I retaliated. You deserved it. And Sam? That's between us. Not you. Now piss off." I went to the cab of my truck were I put my ear buds in and put my gloves on. Paul was standing there watching me with his eyes narrowed. His hands were closed in fist and he was shaking. I ignored him as I pulled my truck forward and went back to the bag, were I threw punch after punch.

After half of hour or so of hitting I called it quits and went to shower. Thankfully Paul had left already.

Embry told me I had no choice in the stupid bonfire so I decided to stop acting like a two year old and get ready. Even though it was June it was still kind of chilly. I dressed in black skinny jeans and a long sleeve Rob Zombie shirt. I pulled my hair into double french braids and put on minimal make up. Once I deemed myself ready I met Emily in the kitchen where I helped her get the food ready.

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The beach was pretty. So far its the only pro of La Push. The only people there were Sam, Emily, myself, SJ and a few old people. I helped set the food out and Emily made attempts to talk to me. I only nodded or shrugged, which was upsetting her. I still hadn't spoken directly to Emily or Sam, which was irritating Sam. I was trying. I really really was. But I held grudges and this is hard. Plus, Sam hasn't exactly gone out of his way to talk to me.

SJ demanded I take him to find seashells. Which I obliged so I could get away from the people arriving. I stayed at least seven feet from the water as I looked. We found a few and SJ wanted to show his parents so we made our way back.

There were quite a lot of people here now and I noticed them giving me looks. It made my blood boil but I bit my tounge. I went and sat on a log away from the others. Hoping they would all take the hint that I didn't want to convers with anyone.

I was sitting alone on a log away from the rest of the people when a gitl came over and sat fown beside me. She was beautiful. Her hair was cut shoulder length and hung down. Brown eyes looked into mine and I could see the pain in them.

"You must be little sister." She said. There was bitterness in her voice, but it wasn't directed towards me.

"Well I am a little sister, but not yours." I replied.

"Yeah well, being Sam's little sister kinda means you're all of ours. That sucks." I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Your telling me. All these guys look like they eat steroids for meals." She laughed and I laughed with her.

"God. You have no idea. They are annoying as hell too."

"If they're so annoying why are you here?" I asked.

Her jaw tightened and she started looking at her shoes. "Work. Trust me its not by choice." The bitterness was thick and I regretted asking. "I guess we have that in common. Neither of us want to be here."

I looked over at the others who were talking, a few giving us curious glances.

"I'm Leah."

"Tyler."

We talked for a while, even as we ate. Well, Leah talked and I put in a few words here and there. I liked Leah. We was a smartass and bitter, like me. She seemed to have something against Sam and Paul, like me. Everyone was intrigued by us. They were watching us closely and Leah finally snapped yelling a "What the fuck is so interesting? Never seen to girls getting along before?"

To which, Paul of course, replied, "No I have. Just never seen the two of you ever be nice to anyone before. I guess bitter bitches flock together." Which earned him a slap over the head by Embry.

Eventually SJ pulled me over to a cliff to show me something. Everyone was over there chatting, not really paying us any attention. Leah was talking to Seth about something and the others were spread around.

The cliff was only a few feet over the water. I felt anxious being so close. But I inched and looked over anyways. I didn't see anything, but I heard something.

Before I could react to the footsteps I was tumbling over the edge and into the water.

Instantly, I panicked. I was kicking and slapping fighting to reach the surface. I started screaming and water filled my lungs. I felt my throat burning and my heart was pounding. I'm going to die. I just knew it.

I was sure I was about to see the light when I felt someone pulling at me, and then I was standing. My hair was half in my eyes and I was soaked. I looked up at the person who saved me and it was none other than Paul. He was worried and maybe a little scared by the looks of it. He also looked like he was holding back a laugh. I looked up to the cliff to see a few epople with the same look and a few laughing.

"Oh come on little sisiter! It's just a little water. We don't have any sharks!" It was Jared, laughing his ass off. He must have been the one to push me.

Paul's hand were still gripping my upper arms and I shoved him off and ran back to shore. Once I got there I ran to the woods and didn't stop. Not even when they yelled for me.

I was five minutes into it when I heard someone behind me. I stopped and turned around. Leah. She gave me a sad smile and motioned me with her head to follow. I walked with her not saying anything.

We reached a house sometime later, that I assumed was Leah's. We walked inside and I followed her to a room. It was basic, with some Native American decor and bedspread, a little messy but over all clean.

She grabbed some sweats and a shirts and pointed me to the bathroom. I went without a word and began to change. I was pulling the shirt over my head when I noticed it was short sleeve. Fucking great. Oh well, they already saw that I can't swim, what's the harm in them seeing my self harm scars. More stuff they can laugh about.

I walked out of the bathroom and Leah was waiting. I followed her to the kitchen and she pulled out a carton of ice cream and two spoons. When I reached to take a spoon her eyes caught sight of the scars, but she didn't say anything.

"So, can't swim?" She asked shoving a spoonfull into her mouth.

"I used to be able to. There was an incident when I was little. Haven't gone in since." I swallowed a bit of the cotton candy ice cream and took my spoon to the sink. It wasn't vegan so I didn't want to indulge to much.

"The guys are assholes. Don't let it get to you. Besides, Paul and Embry chewed Jared and the others out when you left."

Paul? Wait what?

She must have seen the question in my eyes because she smirked and elaborated. "They were pissed. Paul punched Jared right in the jaw and Embry threw so many colorful words around that Emily took SJ back home."

I didn't press for answeres. I mean the guys a total ass and then all of a sudden he's sticking up for me? That hardley makes any sense.

Sam eventually called Leah and demanded she take me back to his house. Which she agreed (as nicely as Leah can) to do, and we were off.

We walked since it wasn't that far and were there in under fifteen minites. Paul, Embry, Sam, and Jared were waiting on the porch when we got there. I fist bumped Leah bye and she left.

I tried to push past the men and make my way inside but Sam blocked me. He asked me to sit, but instead I crossed my arms and leaned agaisnt the railing. He sighed and nodded at Jared.

"I'm sorry for pushing you in... I shouldn't have done that." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and looked at Sam for approval. I noticed the bruised jaw and black eye but didn't question it.

"Whatever." I mutter and tried to, once again, make my way inside, but was blocked. This time by Paul.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

My stomach fluttered a little but I shrugged it off. I hated that feeling. Then I thought about what Leah said and I could feel my face getting red. He saved me... He stood up for me. No one does that.

I looked at my shoes and nodded. I pushed my way inside and this time no one stopped me.