Sorry I haven't updated in a while guys. Thanks for the reviews and here's the next chapter. This also might not be my best chapter, I've got this awful headache, just want to let you guys know. :)

Better a brat than a jerk face!

Ugh. I was stomping up the stairs into my room making my footsteps heard as loud as possible. It was 3 am. My parents and Tyler have been keeping things from me and it's really starting to piss me off. Like when Tyler comes home in the middle of the night from being out and about with Sam's gang, they don't bat an eyelash.

We'd just had an argument over why they weren't telling me anything, I've had enough and I wanted to know.

Flashback

I was in bed trying my hardest to sleep when I heard noises downstairs. They were getting louder and I was getting irritated, I had to get all the sleep I needed so that I could actually stay awake in class tomorrow. The creaking got louder, I sighed and slipped out of bed taking my little league baseball bat –from when I was younger- with me. It might be La Push and crime doesn't usually go on around here but better safe than sorry. Silently creeping down the stairs, I turned the living room lights on and hit the creepy guy from behind with all the strength I could possibly muster at 2:30am.

"Hey!" Tyler shouted.

"What the fuck?! You dented my freaking baseball bat! What the fuck are you made from, rock?" I yelled. I didn't know why I was even yelling since I didn't even play baseball anymore.

"Stop cussing, young lady." My mother said sternly. Dad was standing next to her looking around sheepishly. He always was the softer parent.

"What is this, a family meeting? Well only ¾ of the family were here. I wasn't, am I not part of the family now?" I said hysterically. Why was I like this...normally I can control my temper and my good mood from watching the movie with Embry had vanished now.

"Of course you are sweetie." Dad sighed stepping forward to comfort me.

"Then why wasn't I invited? I sure as hell don't feel like I'm part of this family. Watching you guys whisper together when my back is turned and you think I'm not looking. Letting Tyler rampage all over freakin' Washington in the early hours of the morning with his gang! So Tyler, why've you started hanging out with Sam and the rest of the cult all of a sudden? What happened to your old friends? Why'd you quit the football team, Ty? WHY?!" I yelled. "You're all keeping this huge secret from me, what is it?" I demanded. I wanted to know, I needed to know.

"You wanna know the damn secret?! You can't handle it! So quit your yapping and go back to bed!" Tyler growled at me. GROWLED? He was also shaking violently. He'd never spoken to me like that, sure we'd had our differences but he'd never yelled at me like that.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do. I've had enough of all of you whispering and talking about this darn secret. I wanna know. Why can't I know?" I said my voice cracking. My vision was blurred by tears.

"You will know sweetie, just not yet." Mum sighed giving me a hug. I loved her hugs, they made me feel safe. I still wriggled out and spat, "Well until I know, I'm officially not part of this family. It won't be hard to carry on without me; I hardly was part of this family anyway."

"Where are you gunna go?" My Dad bellowed. He knew when to intervene and put his foot down.

"Oh, I'll still be living here but I won't be talking to any of you until I know what this stupid secret is and Tyler, if you think Kara will ever truly like you then you're dumber than I thought. Who'd want a dumbass like you for a boyfriend?" I said walking up the stairs. I felt a pang of guilt in the pit of my stomach. Was mentioning Kara going too far? Pushing that thought to the back of my mind I carried on stomping up the stairs.

"You're such a brat and if you think Embry really likes you then you're the dumbass!" Tyler yelled.

"Better a brat than a jerk face!" I yelled back. I could almost feel Tyler shaking, worse than before. MUCH worse. I heard dad mutter, "Tyler, get out the house NOW!" I jumped into bed a cried into my pillow silently.

Seconds later I heard an angry howl. If I was a wolf, I'd bet I'd be howling with anger too.

End of Flashback

The guilt started kicking in. I really did love my family but sometimes things got very tense and frustrating. I tend to get a little nasty. I do feel a part of the family, I was just saying that I didn't to spite them and make them feel bad. I rolled over in bed on my back and stared at the ceiling, replaying the argument over and over in my head.

Sometimes I could be a real bitch.

That's it. Might not be too good but oh well. Read and review guys, hope you enjoyed it! Kaylee x