Authors note: This is not my first fic but it is my first for Twilight. I haven't revisited the series in a long time but I thought I'd give it a try, falling in love with some of the characters again. This story is for anyone who loves the series but dislikes Bella. Hope you like it. Thanks for reading.

4 Years Ago.

The woods had always been a playing ground for him and everyone else who grew up here. It was part of the territory. Ever since he was old enough to venture off on his own and know how to navigate himself through the green wet forest without getting lost, he's been doing so. His mother used to watch him like a hawk, afraid he'd wander off and get lost. Or at least he thought she did; not really being able to recall as he climbed over a giant log.

"Jacob! Wait up!" Embry called out from a distance, failing to keep up.

He sneered at the sound of his voice, hearing the slight panic in it. His feet planted down onto the moist dirt ground again, his head whipping back when he heard a panicked cry come from his friend. Jacob wasted no time, his body reacting instantly as he tried to make his way back to his friend.

"Embry—EMBRY!"

Once again he found himself on top of the log, his eyes scanning across the sea of trees and greenery but his friend was nowhere in sight. He tried to stay calm, taking comfort onto grasping the straps on his dated old backpack, still calling out to Embry repeatedly.

"Gotcha!"

Quil jumped out from behind a tree along with Embry who was looking slightly guilty. It took a second for Jacob to calm himself, but in no time a bright smile edged across his lips. He jumped on top of Quil and began to play fight him, delivering multiple small punches.

"I thought you had to stay after class?" Embry asked.

"I ditched," his other friend answered smugly, "Mrs. Sloan is cakewalk."

"We'll see when your mom finds out. You'll be grounded for a week." Jacob added, motioning for his two best friends to keep walking.

"Whatever...where are we going to today?"

Quill raced on in front of Jacob, eyeing the scenery in front of them as though it had changed and was something totally unfamiliar. It was still the same old looking woods they'd always been around, nothing new and nothing different. Sometimes that was the beauty in their home but also a curse, finding it difficult to keep three twelve year old boys occupied.

"I wanted to check out the library. I here they finally got internet!" Embry still trailed behind them, skeptical of his surroundings.

"We're going passed the reservation." Jacob didn't look at his friends, already knowing their reactions. Most of his life had been spent inside the walls of their land. Now he wanted to get to know and become familiar with everything outside Quileute soil.

"But we're not old enough without parentals," Quil spoke, surprising both Jacob and Embry. Now he couldn't help but look back at his friends, both staring at him as if he said the most terrifying thing in the world.

"We're not going far...just a little. It'll be fun to see something new!" Jacob broke out into a run, deciding to turn this into a competition. He knew all too well that Quil wouldn't be able to resist the urge to try and outrun him and Embry was too scared to be on his own so he had no choice but to follow.

"Its. A. Forest!" Embry gasped as they ran. "All there are, are trees! There is nothing new!" he whined.

They ran on, eventually Embry finding joy in their adventure as they all maneuvered over branches, rocks and operated through the trees. Quil was the first to stop dead in his tracks, his eyes lingering on something.

"What is it dude?" Jacob came up behind him, expecting to find something unusual or maybe even terrifying, but instead he found himself standing a couple yards in front of an extravagant home.

"Wow," he let out, his voice coming out in a low breathe.

It was a modern home mixed with elements of the forest. The house was two stories tall with an extra third floor that could well equip a bedroom. Tall window panels adorned certain sides of the home, allowing full view into the empty house. The home wasn't painted, instead the bare wooden skeleton frames showed through. Moss covered part of the estate but all of its features only resulted to the fact that the home belonged to someone of wealth.

"I bet they have internet," Embry sighed, finally caught up and standing behind his other friends.

The house stood barely outside the reservation. He couldn't tell if the property was still on their land or barely on the outskirts.

Los Angeles, Present Day.

"Estee Sue!" Someone chimed out her name. It sounded muffled for a brief moment until she got a glimpse of clarity again, hearing her name sound once again. Her whole body was tingling and she felt alive. Her fingers smoothed over her skin, feeling delight by the mere touch. The colors around her felt bright and the lasers shooting and bouncing off the walls of the mansion were sometimes too much for her until she focused in on how she was feeling, trying to ground herself so to not get overwhelmed by the growing sensation coursing through her body.

"Don't do drugs! Let the drugs do you," Jesse cheered, running her hands through her hair.

Estee giggled, dropping her body to the ground and feeling the cool marble floor touch her nearly bare back. Her body kept having spurts of hot flashes and her solution to cooling her body was always to settle down on the grand marble tile.

"Get up you idiot." Jesse sat down in front of her best friend, crossing her legs and resting herself down on her hands, letting her long blonde hair fall to her back.

High beat music came from a different part of the room and that made Estee want to dance. She got up and moved slowly not in sync with the song playing. She moved methodically, instead dancing to the way she was feeling.

"Estee Sue! You fucking angel!" She heard Michael yell exuberantly over the music, "a little birdy told me you have a gift for me." She turned and found her gay best friend standing in Jesse's grand entryway. "Its barely eleven. The party hasn't even begun and you two have already started without me bitches?"

"E-c-s-t-a-s-y," Jesse said low and seductively, extending the pronunciation of the word.

"Gimme my party favor!" Michael reached out with his hand, palm faced up, "I want to be a happy little party monster before everyone else shows up."

Estee reached into her pocket and pulled out a small plastic baggie with orange pills that looked like shields. She took one out and placed it on Michael's palm. "Bottoms up."

"More like snort it up...I want it to hit now." Hunger in his eyes, Michael left the area they were in and presumed to Jesse's kitchen. Probably to crush up the pill into powder so he could do just that.

It wasn't long before other classmates as well as other socialites arrived to the party. Estee Sue and Jesse were somewhat famous for being mere alluring sixteen year olds. They were party girls that went to a private high school for only the people who were well off. Wherever they went, people recognized them and if not for their reputation of being bad girls, then for their appeal and beauty on social media. They were instagram famous and that was something money couldn't easily buy, but sure as hell helped.

Time went by in a flash and before she knew it, she was coming down off her pill. The world around her felt like a let down as well as heavy. Her willingness to be friendly and outgoing left her system almost instantly. Her bad mood was present even in her face. She reached once again into her tight fitted jeans and found no pills. She scattered the room with her eyes and found Jesse lodged in between two guys dancing. Each one with hands on her, either caressing or grabbing on to her.

Estee grabbed her hand and yanked on it, calling her attention.

"What is it?" Jesse glared at her. The other strange guys stopped to eye Estee in distaste by her alarming action. She shot them a death glare and both guys moved away from her friend. "Now look what you did."

She didn't care. Her word was law and what she said went. She wasn't always so defiant and mean, the majority of the time being pleasant. It was only ever when she was coming down from the feeling she loved of pills that she felt a different side of her come out. One that other people, even sometimes herself, did not like.

"Where are the rest of the pills?" she sneered.

"Stop fiending honey, it's so not a good look for you."

"Jesse." She said her name once, low and swift. That's all it took for her to change her attitude.

"Okay look," Jesse started, her actions becoming almost frantic, "I didn't want to. It was all Michael's idea…"

She didn't let her finish the rest of the sentence. Both her best friends had opted for taking the rest of the pills without her and that she couldn't have fly by without consequence. But at the moment she didn't care as she walked away from her. This was her weekend. It might've been Jesse's home but it was still her party and nothing was going to ruin it.

She knew someone had to be holding around here. A party with a bunch of teenage rich kids; it was a breeding ground for drug dealers. In the corner she spotted a lanky guy just standing there casually, leaning against a perfect white wall adorned with a Jackson Pollock painting. He was on his phone, not phased at all by everything going on around him.

Might as well have a name tag with the word drug dealer written on it.

Estee took long strides to him with her new suede boot heels, her eyes never leaving him. Reaching him, she stopped real close to his body. Some might even say she was too close for comfort. He didn't seem phased at all.

"You holding?" she asked in his ear.

His face finally looked away from his phone with a smile. He nodded his head only once, indicating he was.

"Make it two Euros then." She grabbed a hundred dollar bill which was more than enough for the pills. She always kept money in her pocket in case of emergencies. That was an emergency scenario in her eyes. Estee dropped the bill into his flannel shirt pocket and grabbed the pills from his hand in a nice clean exchange.

She fell in love in that moment, savagely taking both pills into her mouth. Stacking was something she had yet to try but she did so in a rush, chewing on them. Instantly, the horrible taste of the pills flooded her mouth but she didn't care. She just wanted to feel good again. Liking the scenario in her favor, she took the shaggy looking drug dealer by his shirt and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She was sure he could taste the pill as well but he didn't seem to care, never stopping her.

Michael always said Estee had a thing for drug dealers. She wondered if it was for the exact reason she lusted over him now. He held almost a sort of power over her and she liked that. She lured him away from the party, the cute bad boy in the flannel following after her gladly.

•••

Her eyes opened, her dazed vision looking around cautiously for any clue as to where she was. At the same time, she reached up to her head instinctively; Estee's head was seering in pain as if someone was drilling into it with a jackhammer. Surrounding her was a pale and nearly empty room. It took a second but she recognized the sterile and clean scent of her environment. Estee was in a hospital.

She grew frantic, the machines around her starting to make loud beeping noises. She tried to rip out her I.V. the moment she saw it but failed as a nurse walked in and strapped one of her arms down. Flailing the other arm to try and get free, she kicked the woman with her legs to try to get her to let Estee go.

"Ma'am, you'll only cause more injury," she instructed, "can I get a sedative in here!" The nurse called out urgently outside the room. Eventually another nurse walked in and she was no match. Before she knew it, Estee's eyes hazed and the room went dark.

•••

She fluttered her eyes open again and saw her dad was by her bedside. His head was in his hands and he was so still. Estee didn't feel like calling out to him but she did so anyway.

"Dad?" she nearly whispered.

His face jolted up almost as if he been struck by electricity. He let out a sigh of relief, a pained smile forming.

"What happened?" she asked. His eyes seemed the most aged against his smooth skin. Crows feet edging at the ends of his eyes. He was still wearing an expensive business suit which meant he had to have come from work. The only thing was that her father had been out of the city for the rest of the week.

"You overdosed." His words were simple and to the point. That fact didn't shock her. She was surprised he wasn't angry by the news but a part of her felt as though he somewhat knew about her drug abuse; he just never addressed it.

"Oh," escaped her lips. Estee didn't look at her dad. Their relationship was just as anyone who would take one look at them would presume. Her father was hardly around and since her mother's passing, she had no real adult supervision. Their relationship was strained because of that issue but seeing him now sitting beside her made her hopeful. She forgot the last time he's been this close to her in proximity. If she wanted to she could reach her hand out and touch his arm.

"Estee Sue, I'm sending you away to our old home up North. I think it'll do you some good to get away."

"You can't do that! All my friends and family are here!" Estee cried desperately, her emotions dialed up to ten like a switch. He raised his hand for her to stop talking and she did so.

"I'm not debating this with you. Your mom built a home before you were born in this nice quiet town and I think you'll find some peace there," he added, his voice irritated.

"Then you fucking go! I don't need peace…," she debated, raising her voice. Anger was forming within her chest and the need to yell was a necessity.

"My word is final." His voice was clear and stern. "Your old nanny has been fired, your itinerary has been sent out to your new nanny, and I'll have staff and a drug counselor on site to help you through all this shit." He got up from where he was seated and fastened the middle button on his suit. That was always something he did whenever he was done finalizing a deal.

"So basically what you're telling me is that I'm going away to rehab and I have no choice," she uttered, looking outside the hospital building through the window in defeat. She despised not getting things her way.

"That is exactly what I'm saying. You've already embarrassed me enough. The least you can do is repay me by trying this out for thirty days." He reached for the door and walked out without another word.

Thirty fucking days! she thought.

"Ugh!" she let out a loud frustration, picking up the pillow next to her and throwing it at the door where her father exited.