Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? I mean really not belong? Like people look at you as if you were the scum of the earth, and everything you did wasn't good enough and no matter how hard you tried people still didn't like you?

If you feel this way, you know exactly how I feel because my parents are alcoholics and junkies and so for that I am constantly being of it and I am just tired of this mess.

I have been abused and neglected but my own parents for years and now that my parents are shipping me off to life with my Aunt Emily and her husband Sam, I finally want to start a new life and a new me.

I am Aundrea Rae Fimbres and this is my story.

"You know, I'm glad that you're leaving to live in La Push and living with Sam and Emily. Because I've been waiting for someone to take you off our hands since the day you were born. You're nothing but a worthless piece of shit anyway and as soon as they realize it, they'll just send you right back." Tara my alcohol and drug abusing mother said standing in the doorway of my bedroom as I packed my bags, getting ready to leave this place tomorrow.

Thank God!

"Is that so?" I asked, not once looking at her or her un-godly facial expressions.

"Yes that is so!"

I turned around to look at her. Her face was lined with anger and irritation. The vein on her temple was pulsing and I thought for a second that it might burst.

"Then why did Emily ask for me to stay with her and Sam? Why did they beg me to come live with them?" Before I could give her a chance to answer, I continued. "Oh wait, I remember. It's because I have a drug abusing alcoholic of a mother and a father that not only beats his wife but his daughter too."

And then I felt it. The searing pain on the side of my face. This was the pain that I had to deal with all my life the pain that I could never escape – even if I tried – the pain of her slapping me.

"How dare you dare talk about your father and me that way? You are nothing but an ungrateful little bitch! I can't believe you would talk to me that way, after everything we've done for you!"

I rolled my eyes. "What you've done for me?" I asked in disbelief. "I think the right choice of words is what you've done to me. Burning me with cigarettes, coming home drunk and high almost every day of my childhood and don't let me get started on what dad has done to me. He used me as a punching bag for years and tried to rape me!"

"You were fine. The police came just in time for him to stop you. You got to keep your little virginity. Be grateful." She rolled her eyes.

I shook my head. You would think that as a mother she would so anything to protect her child. But no, Tara didn't give a fuck about anyone but herself. And when you have not only a mother but both of your parents that feel that way then you just have to look out for yourself because they sure as hell won't. I vowed that when I have children that I wouldn't be even half the mother she was. I wouldn't even call her a mother.

"Sam and Emily wouldn't do any of those things to me. They would love me unconditionally as if I were their own child. The kind of love that you could never replace. The kind of love that I have wanted since I was a kid."

She looked at me for a while but it seemed like forever. For the first time in my life I saw another emotion on my mom's face besides anger and emotion. For the first time in 18 years I saw sadness and sympathy. Something that I would never have seen. I had never seen her this vulnerable. She had finally let her guard down but as soon as she realized that I saw it, she put it back up.

"Well by the way you're acting towards me; it obviously wasn't the love that you deserved!" And with that she stormed out of the room leaving me in stuck in confusion.

Why would she let her guard down only to put it back up again? It makes no sense to me at all.

I shook my head and continued to pack my things. I looked online and checked to see how much money I had in my bank account before I went to Washington.

Luckily for me, my grandparents were in charge of my money and not my parents. If it were up to my parents, mom would have spend it all on drugs and alcohol and only God knows what dad would have spend it on.

Plus the money I saved from birthdays, Christmas, and my paychecks really came in handy. My grandfather would always give me a monthly allowance to keep my account full and now that I'm 18, I have full access to it. And let me tell you, this thing is filled with cash.

Once I finished packing, I sat down on my bed and placed my head in my hands. I really hope that Sam and Emily's house wouldn't be like this one and I also hope that I will be able to make new friends.

You'll be just fine Drea, you'll make more friends than the other two you had. My conscience said to me.

Yeah, hence two. And that's exactly how any I'll have when I move there, Seth and Leah. I'll be lucky if any other people notice me. I said back. I didn't want to be an outsider. I just wanted to at least coexist.

I got of the bed and took went into the bathroom to take a shower. As I got undressed I looked in the mirror and saw all of the fading scars and bruises that I've had to live with for my entire life. At least the damage wasn't that bad. I you could hardly tell that they were there unless you really close to me or had super vision or something. But I could only tell that they were starting to go away.

I stopped looking in the mirror and turned the water on. I waited until it was warm enough and stepped inside of the shower, letting the hot water relax my muscles. I washed my body and hair before stepping out of the shower and drying myself off.

I put my underwear, a tank top and some shorts and climbed in the bed, pulling the covers over me before slipping into a dream where I dreamt of beautiful and dark brown eyes.

Ever heard the expression 'you're in for a rude awakening'? Well no one told me that in my case, it would be in the literal sense.

I was dreaming peacefully, waiting for the alarm on my phone to wake me up. But unfortunately for me, someone had other plans. José, my dad pushed me off of my bed caused me to wake up from my peaceful sleep.

I fell off the bed with an 'oomph' and groaned.

"Get your ass up. I have to drive you to the airport," he said as I got up. "And hurry up so we don't hit traffic!" He left the room.

I stood up straight and stretched and started to take off my pajamas and put them in a random suitcase. I put on an orange tank top, jeans and flip flops that I laid out the night before let my long black hair down. I grabbed all of my electronics and other items that I needed and put them in my carryon bag. I checked every part of my room and bathroom to make sure I didn't leave anything here so that I wouldn't have to call or come by here to have it mailed to La Push.

You could only imagine how that conversation would go down.

Once I checked to see if I had all of my things – including shampoo and conditioner – I walked out of my room and ran downstairs with my bags. Once dad saw that I was downstairs he went outside to start the car not before saying, "Go say goodbye to your mother, she's in the kitchen."

I dropped my bags and walked in the kitchen and saw my mom sitting at the round kitchen table drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette.

"So you're really are leaving huh," she asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"You'll have a good life in La Push. Better than the one you had here, just like you said."

"Mom, what I said was true and I plan to have a better life there than I did here," I started. "You know in spite of all the things that you've done to me and no matter how many times you've made me feel worthless, unwanted and unloved. Underneath all of that hate that I had in my heart, I knew that deep down I have and always will love you. You are my mother and always will be. I love you and I forgive you."

By the time I was finished with my little heartfelt speech, we both had tears streaming down our faces. This was the first time that we have ever had an emotional connection. She finally let her guard down enough for me to talk to her.

There was a great silence and then she got up from her seat and was standing in front of me. Her bottom lip was trembling and she had tears in her eyes. She stared at me for a moment and all of a sudden she broke sobs. At this point more tears were falling down my face and I grabbed her and pulled her into a hug as she and I both sobbed.

"Aundrea I am so sorry," she cried. "I love you so much and I did all of those awful things to you. You are my baby and I've let your father do those horrible things to you. I should have protected you from everything that's happened! He even tried to rape you and I didn't even stop it. I have failed you as a mother and I am so sorry."

"It's not too late," I said hopefully. "You can still make up for it all now. You can redeem yourself and you wanna know how to regain my trust and make up for what happened?"

"Yes."

"Leave him."

"What?"

I pulled her away and from me, keeping her at arm's length. I looked her in her bright hazel eyes and sighed. "Leave dad," I said. "He's the one who's making you act so bitter and angry. It's him, it's always been him."

"I wish I could, but it just keeps getting harder and harder. He always pulls me back in and God of I didn't love him I would have the strength to leave."

I looked at her in disbelief. I guess you'd do anything for the person you loved. But I digress.

"I understand mom," I said nodding my head. "You'd do anything for dad and if I loved someone then I would do anything for that person too."

She was about to respond when we heard a loud honk outside meaning that dad was getting impatient. Mom pulled me into a hug and sighed.

"Goodbye Aundrea," she whispered. "I'll miss you and I love you."

"I love you too and I'll miss you so much."

I kissed her on the cheek and broke from her hold, and turned my back on her. I turned around and sent her a small smile before grabbing my bags and walking out of the door. Once outside I sucked in a deep breath, breathing in all of the Nevada air that I'd miss so much.

I walked to the car and place my bags in the back seat. I walked to the passenger side and sat into the car, making sure to put on my seatbelt.

Dad pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street. There was a long silence before he decided to speak.

"You know," he started. "I'm glad you're leaving."

We were at a stop light and he was looking straight at me. The seriousness in his statement was etched in his face.

"Yeah, you're not the only one," I muttered folding my arms across my chest.

"Excuse me?" he said as we pulled off at the green light.

"You heard me," I started. "You're glad that I'm leaving and so am I."

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I am out of here and away from you."

"Ooh you are so lucky that I'm driving this car. If I had half a mind…"

"Pft," I couldn't control my laughter.

Next thing I knew I felt his hand gripping my upper arm so tight a bruise would form by the end of the hour. I struggled to pull from out of his grasp, using my free hand to loosen his hand from my arm.

"Let go of me!" I shouted.

"You need to be taught a lesson! How dare you speak to me like that? You're an such a spoiled brat!"

He finally let me go, practically throwing me back in my seat. I rubbed my arm that was already starting to bruise.

"I am not spoiled. If I were spoiled I would think that I had the best dad in the whole world and I don't. You've done nothing but neglect and hurt me since the day I was born and the fact that you tried to rape me makes it 10 times worse! And you sit here and call yourself a father? What audacity! You're nothing but a coward and I hope that the man I marry and have children with will be nothing like you!"

I was surprised that I had said what I said but it felt good to get out. But I did feel kind of guilty for saying it on account that I might have hurt his feelings. It took everything in me not to apologize because in the back of my mind I felt like he deserved to hear what I had to say.

We sat there in silence for the rest of the ride to the airport. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a brick and it just chocked me leaving me gasping for air.

As my dad started to park the car I started to gather my things. Before I could get out of the car to get the rest of my bags, José grabbed my wrist stopping me from leaving. I turned my head to look at him, his face laced with sincerity and compassion, but it all washed away with the first thing that came out of his mouth.

"Lo siento Aundrea. He hecho cosas horribles a usted y nunca se arrepentido una vez de ello. Yo todavía no. Pero tengo que darlo a usted, es bastante bravo. ¿Y usted realmente cosa que alguien se casará usted, permite sólo le da niños? ¡Querría ver que sucede!" (I'm sorry Aundrea. I've done horrible things to you and never once regreted it. I still don't. But I have to give it to you, you are pretty bold. And you really thing that someone is going to marry you, let alone give you children? I'd like to see that happen!)

I cannot believe this. For once I thought that he would show some type of compassion, but as always it's just a bunch of bull crap. I shouldn't have given my hopes up.

"¡Yo honestamente no le puedo creer! Usted no sabe nada acerca de mi futuro. ¡Usted no tiene absolutamente indicio si tendré a un marido o no y yo tendré a niños y usted nunca podrá verlos! ¡Es tal coño! ¡Le odio José Fimbres y yo esperan que se pudra en el infierno!" (I honestly can't believe you! You know nothing about my future. You have absolutely no clue if I will have a husband or not and I will have children and you will never be able to see them! You're such a pussy! I hate you José Fimbres and I hope you rot in hell!)

With that I stormed out of the car with my bags and grabbed my suitcases out of the back seat and walked towards the entrance. I didn't know which gate to go to I walked to the front desk for help. I saw a woman who might have been in her early twenties with blonde hair and a blue uniform with and matching little scarf thingy – I don't know what the name is – around her neck.

"Excuse me, could you tell me what gate the flight to Seattle is please," I asked politely. Even though I was mad at my dad I was still a nice person when I'm around other people.

She looked up at me and smiled. She checked her computer and looked back up at me. "It's at Gate 17. If you go on the escalator, walk through the food court and made a left you'll be right there."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome and have a nice flight."

I smiled and made my way towards the escalator. I made it there and got on, making my way to the second floor. Once I got there I walked through the food court and immediately felt my stomach growl with need. I forgot that I didn't eat before I left the house.

Yeah like there's ever anything to eat in that house.

I agree with my conscience 110%. Whenever mom and dad bought drugs and booze, there was barely any money left to go grocery shopping, which was one of the main reasons why I got a job.

I looked around the food court and thought about what I had cravings for and then I spotted a Cinnabon right across from me. Jackpot!

I checked my watched and saw that it was only 8:45 am so I had about 20 minutes until my flight. I can budge.

I lugged my bags towards the stand and waited for the person in front of me to finish their order. Once they were done I moved to the front where there was this very cute guy with tanned skin, brown eyes and black hair. In comparison to my skin, it was much darker. But my skin is kinda weird cause it changes shades for some reason. - Like one minute I look really light and then the next minute I look tan. And I'm half Quileute half Argentinean so it kind of explains the contrast. - He was slightly muscular and had perfect white teeth.

"What can I get you," asked grinning a sexy grin.

"Can I have a big cinnamon bun and a small lemonade?"

"Yeah sure," he said grabbing a box and putting the bun in it. (Haha bun-in-a-box) He filled a small cup with lemonade and put the lid on it, grabbed a napkin and a pen scribbling something on it that I couldn't quite make out.

"So are you taking a vacation or something?" he asked as he wrote.

"Uh, no. I'm moving."

"Aw, damn I thought that I could maybe hang out with you or something. Where you moving to?"

"La Push, Washington."

"Oh that's cool."

"Yeah, cool."

"So you got a name?"

"Yeah, Aundrea. You got one?"

"Matt."

We stood there for a while not saying anything. He finally decided to give me my food and instead of giving me the napkin, he threw it away.

"You won't need that since you're not living here anymore."

"Yeah I won't."

"So your total is $5.13."

I sat at the gate after I had checked my suitcases in and waited for the announcement that the plane was boarding. As I sat there I couldn't help but think of what had happened 10 minutes ago. No guy has ever taken an interest in me. Not even after Jonathan.

Jonathan and I went out for two months. Everything was great and we were like the perfect couple…until he met my parents.

Flashback…

I was sitting on my bed reading The Outsiders when I felt my phone buzz.

"Hello?"

"Hey Drea, what's up?" Jonathan asked.

"Nothing much just reading," I said. "What are you doing?"

"Well you're about to find out because I have a surprise for you."

"Oh really what's the surprise?"

Before I heard him respond, the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and opened the door to find Jon waiting there for me. I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket and smiled.

"What are you doing here, babe?" I asked. If I knew he was coming I would have cleaned up the house a little.

"I came here to surprise you," he said, kissing my face. I started to giggle so of course it gave him ammunition to do it more. Suddenly he pulled away looking concerned.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"There was another reason why I wanted to come over here."

"So what's the reason?"

"I want to meet your parents."

And just like that panic rose within me. He wants to meet my parents? My alcoholic, drug abusing parents? Oh God this is not going to go well.

"What?"

"Aundrea, you know how important this is to me. I feel like it's essential to meet your parents like you met mine. I just wanna get to know you better."

"My parents," I started shaking my head. "Are really bad parents, I wouldn't even call them parents."

"Come on Drea, every teen says that about their folks it's only…"

"No," I interrupted. "I understand those other type of parents. The types that tell you something that's for your benefit, I get it. But mine are just not good. I just can't let you meet them."

"Come on baby please, for me?" He was giving me the puppy dog eyes and he knew right then, that he won.

"Fine," I said throwing my hands up. I stepped back so he could walk in. He looked around the living room and took everything in.

"You have a nice place," he said.

"Yeah thanks, I'm gonna go get them and I'll be right back."

"Okay, take your time," he said sitting on the couch."

'Yeah like I'm gonna take my time with this one.' I thought sarcastically as I ran upstairs towards their room.

When I walked toward the door I lifted my hand up to knock on the door. I took a long, deep breath and knocked on the door twice.

"Who is it?" Dad called. 'Who do you think it is?' I thought.

"Aundrea."

"Come in."

I turned the knob and let myself in. I walked in to see mom and dad lying on the bed, watching TV, looking like a happily married couple. But looks can be deceiving.

"What do you want Aundrea?" dad asked not taking his eyes off of the television.

"Uh, Jonathan is here and uh, he wanted to meet you guys." I said looking at the ground.

"Who is Jonathan?" mom asked.

"Probably her imaginary boyfriend." Dad said laughing with mom following behind. God she's like his fucking puppet.

"He is my boyfriend and he wants to meet you, today, like right now." I was still looking at the floor.

"When in the hell did you get a boyfriend?" he asked. "Míreme cuando hablo con usted" (look at me when I'm talking to you.)

I looked up at him, not wanting to because of the slight anger in his voice. I looked up at his face wanting to know what he was feeling. With his facial expressions you can never tell.

"When did you get a boyfriend?" he asked again.

"Two months ago."

"You've had a boyfriend for two months and you didn't even think to tell us about him?" he asked.

"No because you wouldn't have cared if I told you so I didn't feel the need to waste my breath."

"Yeah cause you knew it would've been your last!"I flinched.

"José let's just meet the boy and get it over with. We both don't have time for this shit." Mom intervened. This might have been the only thing that I would have thanked her for.

"Alright, we'll meet him. Just get out we'll be down in a second."

I darted out of the room, closing the door behind me. I walked downstairs and into the living room and saw Jon still on the couch waiting patiently for me to come back. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his knee.

"They'll be down in a few."I looked up at him and saw a hint of nervousness on his face.

"What do you look so worried about?" I asked.

"What if I don't make a good enough first impression on your parents?"

'Trust me I don't think that they would make a good enough first impression on you.' I thought.

"Don't worry so much," I assured him. "You'll do just fine. I promise." After seeing him relax, I relaxed a little. But then I remembered who my parents were and then I tensed back up.

We waited on the couch, hand in hand for my parents to come downstairs. I was considering calling them downstairs but when I turned my head towards the staircase, I could have died right then. My mom was coming down the stairs with her hair looking like a bird flew in and made a nest right on top of her head. She was wearing a silk night gown that had holes and stains that I couldn't identify. And my dad was wearing a stained white shirt with holes and it was so tight that it clung to his beer belly with loose jeans with the zipper down and the belt unbuckled.

I am going to die.

I turned back to see Jonathan staring at my parents in pure horror. I groaned as he let go of my hand and continued to stare at the monstrosity that is my mom and dad.

"You ok Jon," I asked already knowing the answer to my question.

"What the hell is this?" he whispered. "Your mom and dad look like bums."

"I wish I could tell you but I'm just as clueless as you are right now."

Jon easily fixed his expression and plastered a smile on his face. He rose from his seat and walked over to them.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Fimbres, I'm Jonathan Brown, it's a pleasure to meet you." He reached for my dad's hand to shake but he slapped it away. Ugh this is not going as I had planned.

"Yeah whatever Jackson," he replied.

"Uh, it's Jonathan."

"Jonathan, Jackson it's the same thing," mom said. "What I can't seem to understand is how Aundrea could get a guy like you."

I am so pissed right now it's not even funny. I ask her to do one thing for me and she just has to ruin everything good – the little good that is – in my life.

"Uh well she's very smart, beautiful, funny and just a great girl."

"Yeah right," dad chimed. "Smart? Ha she's as dumb as a doorknob. Beautiful? I could take you to a whore house and the people would be more beautiful than her. And funny? Yeah funny looking she's as skinny as a toothpick, how could you want her?"

Jon didn't say anything instead of backing me up like I thought he would.

"Yeah, she's the reason we started drinking. Hell by the time she was two we started experimenting with drugs. Just the mere presence of her makes me want to snort a line."

I just wish I could drop dead at this moment.

End of flashback

That had to have been the worse day of my life. The very next day, after that horrible meet and greet, Jonathan broke up with me. Saying that I could end up just like them – even though he knew that it was far from the truth – and it makes him worry.

He told the whole school about my parents and ever since then I have been tormented and teased just because of who my parents were. After everything that has gone down in those past couple of days, I had finally had enough.

I called my Aunt Emily, crying to her. Saying I couldn't take it anymore. After telling her about the whole ordeal, she said something to me that was like music to my ears.

Flashback…

"You can stay with me."

"What," I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," she said. "You can stay with me and Sam. And you can get out of that house and be a normal teenager."

At this point I was crying even harder. I was so happy; all I could do was cry.

"Thank you so much," I cried. "I promise when I get there I'll get a job and I'll do stuff around the house and I'll be out of your way. I'm just so happy, thank you so much!"

"Oh, honey you don't have to do anything. Your only job is to just pack your bags. I'll take care of the rest Drea don't worry."

"Thank you again, Em."

"You're welcome sweetie. Look I gotta go okay but just wait for me to call your parents and then we can figure out flight arrangements and stuff like that alright?"

"Okay, love you."

"I love you too honey bunch."

End of flashback.

"The fight to Seattle is now boarding, all passengers please line up at the door."

I sighed and grabbed my bags and walked toward the line that was forming at the ticket stand. I went into my bag and grabbed my ticket. Once I was up to the stand I handed the lady my ticket and walked through the door after she told be to have a nice flight.

I got settled in my seat and looked out of the window, barely paying attention to the safety rules and regulations of the plane. Once the flight attendants were done I sat back in my seat a little more.

Once the plane took of I suddenly felt a weight being lifted off of my shoulders as it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I'm finally leaving.

(A/N): So here it is the first chapter. How did you like it? Leave me reviews and I appreciate your criticism and opinions. Until the next chapter…

~ Jacobs Imprinte