Warning: Trigger, Violence

Music:

"Don't Stop Believing" By Journey

"Praying" By Kesha

"Rise Up" Andra Day

"You ungrateful bitch!" A man's deep voice yelled as he threw the clean dishes from the table, only to shatter on the tile floor.

His grey eyes turned onto the girl that lay before him on the red and white tiled floor.

"You're pathetic! No wonder your mother couldn't put up with you!" He yelled, grabbing a handful of her ebony hair, ripping it out as he threw her across the room.

Not a peep was heard from the beaten and battered girl. She had learned over the years that the whimpers, cries, and shouts fueled his fire. It was like he lived for this, to beat her up and watch her bleed.

She slumped against the wall that her back slammed into. Her body ached and burned. She was covered head to toe in dark black and blue splotches. Her lip was busted in 3 places. She was missing a large chunk of her hair that was thrown on the floor in front of her. Her fresh wound on her scalp bled where the hair was forcefully removed.

Her left wrist was broken. Her right shoulder, misplaced.. out of the socket. Her face was severely swollen and she could barely open her eyes.

The man was stalking back and forth, like a lion with its prey.

"You better have this fucking mess cleaned when I get back or you'll be visiting your mother, you stupid whore" He spat at the girl's feet as he turned away and left the kitchen space.

She laid still, aching as she listened to the slamming doors indicating he finally left. In his anger, he didn't lock the house up like he usually did. She knew this was her only chance.

Struggling to get up, her knees buckled several times before she gathered her strength.

She was determined to live her life far from this hell. Making her way to her room, a small closet area. She grabbed a small duffel bag and placed the small belongings she still had. A small brooch containing a wolf in the center encased in gold with large redwood trees and the initials E.U. It belonged to her mother.

She grabbed what little clothing she could manage to stuff in the bag before reaching under her cot. There was a loose floorboard that she would hide money and other important items in so "He" Wouldn't get them. She had been slipping money out of his wallet for some time now when he was too drunk to notice and it had added up nicely.

Pulling the wad of cash and placing it on the inside pockets of the duffle bag she pulled a hoodie on over her thin grungy blood-splattered white shirt. She was wearing a pair of worn black jeans and luckily for her she had a pair of shoes for this journey.

Pulling on her shoes over her cracked feet, she smiled softly to herself. The shoes provided comfort and warmth, two things she was deprived of thanks to "him".

She knew her time was ticking and had to put as much distance between herself and this hell as humanly possible.

Shoving the last few essential items she could grab that she owned into the bag she zipped it up and slung it over her shoulder. Groaning when it hit the fresh cuts and abrasions on her skin.

Moving as quickly as she could to the front door, she slowly pried it open. Looking around she didn't notice anyone outside, and especially didn't notice "him".

Quickly she shoved the door open and took her first steps out of that blue two-bedroom home of hell.

She briskly walked down the street, Passing several homes. It was late, around 11:30 she guessed based on when "He" Left. She marveled at the many homes in the neighborhood, as it had been some time since she last had been out of the house.

She moved down the street quickly making it to the main street. A light illuminated a bus station not far from her, a bus just now stopping. With renewed energy she hobbled and limped her way to the bus, waving her hands like a madwoman to encourage the bus driver to wait for her.

Upon arriving at the bus, she climbed in and up the stairs, paying the fee. She quickly found the first seat, behind the driver and sat down. "Please, I need to get to the airport…" She mumbled to the driver.

"You got it, My last stop is JFK Airport. " He addressed her concerns as he continued with his route. She sighed softly to herself, allowing a bit of reprieve as she awaited her destination.

Approximately 45 minutes later at 12:15 am the Bus driver stopped in front of a large building. It was a large building with many taxis, buses, and commuters driving in and parking for the many people arriving and leaving by plane. He informed her this was JFK airport. She couldn't remember ever being at an airport or what it may have looked like previously, but she noticed it was quite busy.

Shaking her unusual train of thought away she quickly exited the bus, stumbling as she missed a step, her duffle bag slung over her shoulder all the same.

Quickly she walked up to the entrance and watched as the automatic doors slid open as she neared them. She felt her heartbeat speed up in the anticipation of finally being free, Away from him. Burning at the corners of her swollen eyes as a few tears slipped out. A sob caught in her throat as the tears came. Wiping them away quickly she went to the attendant behind the counter to buy a ticket.

She was surprised to learn she was in New York, Queen's to be exact. Smiling was difficult with the swollen eyes, cracked and busted lip but she nodded to the attendant as she purchased her ticket for Seattle. Her heart belonged in La Push with her Family descendants, her mother had family living in La push.

Securing her ticket in her hand, she noticed the time was reading 1:00 am now, she waited by the appropriate gate.

"Now Boarding the Flight to Seattle" The overhead speaker announced as the attendants began to usher the passengers aboard.

She got up and boarded the plane, quickly finding her seat 4B, a window seat towards the front of the plane. Settling in her seat she stowed her bag beneath her seat and followed the attendant's instructions to buckle her seat. Sighing she laid her head down. She ignored all the stares and whispers that followed her since her appearance was a bit unusual. She felt extremely tired and allowed herself peace to sleep on the flight.

The flight was a 6-hour trip, which allowed her to get some much-needed rest.

As the plane was reaching the airport the attendant came back on the overhead speaker to inform everyone that the plane was about to land and to stay seated and buckled. This message had woken her up at this point and she began to look out the window seeing all the rain falling lightly to the ground. In the distance, she noticed the greenery, many trees in the outskirts of Seattle. Feeling excited to finally step off the plane and travel to la push made her smile, She couldn't wait.

The plane landed and the attendants began to release the passengers. She grabbed her bag and hurried off. She slung her bag across her body as she exited the airport. Waving, she grabbed the attention of a taxi before piling in. "La Push Please," She asked as she sat back in the back of the cab. The Driver nodded and began the drive. It would be about 4 hours give or take the traffic to make it to La push. Since it was currently 8 am that would put her in La push at around noon. Thinking about La Push excited and scared her. She wasn't sure if her mother's family would recognize her or believe her. She wasn't even sure they still lived on the reservation. She could remember vaguely starting school back in la Push before her mother took her and left never to return. She was approximately 10 years old when they left. She had been a captive for 10 years. Her mother had been gone for 5 years. She frowned, her eyes tearing up as she curled into herself.

"Thank you, Sir, Here you go" She paid the driver his wage for the long drive and watched him drive away. It was an amazing feeling, not even 12 hours ago she was laying on the red and white tiled floor bleeding as she was being beaten and now she was 10 hours away from him. 3055 miles away, it was a 46 hr drive from him. In a small community that he wasn't even aware of. It wasn't anything she shared with him. Turning to look at the Small diner she was dropped off at Rivers Edge Restaurant. As she walked to the entrance she was stopped, "Ellen Uley?!"

Turning quickly she gasped, a man in a wheelchair with a black cowboy hat looked at her. He was with another man who looked like a sheriff.
"Is that you Ellen?" He asked again as he wheeled closer to her.

"Ah, no.. she was my mother. My name is Alyce. ." Alyce trailed off feeling shy being seen the way she was by someone who knew her mother.

"Alyce, oh my you have grown. My name's Billy, this is Charlie Swan, Let's get you in the restaurant and get some food in you and you can tell me where you have been all this time" Billy said as he ushered Alyce into the restaurant. Charlie trailed behind the two of them.

A/N: So there we have it, It was difficult without revealing her name before the actual moment in time. So she is a Uley, Interesting. . the next question is… who's her dad? That's another question for another time. I'm glad that the older men are introduced to her first since they have a big part of her getting re-established within La push. She also needs to get her confidence back and learn a bit as she has been captive for 10 years and that's several defining years to determine her independence,

Well if anyone has any suggestions please feel free to comment. Thank You