A/N: Alright here it is. I'll try my best to make my writing stink a little less I don't want to ruin this. Review and tell me how bad it is. This chapter will be in Meredith-Rosaline Savage's Point of View.

Evan Cullen

Chapter 4: Never To Me
(Meredith-Rosaline's POV)

I practically ran out of the math building when class was over and sighed my relief once I reached my Mini Cooper and leaned against it letting the cool air soothe me as I breathed it in. Some people are addicted to nicotine but for me it's iced coffee and the brisk winter air. I let my eyes slide shut – my long eye lashes brushing my cheeks – and let the cool air calm my stress from an excruciating class of calculus, doing a better job than any cigarette ever could. God I hate math. I rested my hand on the shiny exterior of my baby and my eyes fluttered and I found most male eyes on me from those in the parking lot.

I smiled at them looking at no one in particular and turned around shoving my hand in my pocket to get out my key. I opened it and sat on my soft leather seats and closed my door. I shoved my key into the ignition and high tailed it out of the parking lot before anyone could pull out in front of me. I pushed it eighty before even realizing it. I really don't feel like going home right now, I want to sit outside in this beautiful weather.

No it wasn't sunny, but sometimes I'm okay without the blinding light, and just want a cool cloudy day. I picked a road I had no idea where it went and was pleasantly surprised that it lead to LaPush and I kept going until I came to the beach that was surrounded by trees. I parked my car in a small little make-shift parking lot and walked to the forests edge. The breeze that came off the ocean chilled me in a pleasant way and I ran my hand over the moss covered bark.

I came to a tree that was about twenty feet high and being me I climbed it perching myself on a sturdy branch and just stared out at the waves rise and eventually crash just like my life. I was oblivious for so long what my asshole of a father was doing. Every time he sent me to my room for no reason. Every time he got that look in his eyes and his jaw clenched. Every time his hands fisted and he faked a smile for me. He never harmed a hair on my head. He never even raised his voice to me. He was perfect I thought…I thought.

He never hit me but he beat the crap out of my mother. He called me his miracle, his angel. And then he would hit her taking out every frustration he ever had on her fragile body. He hit her in places I would never see the bruises and never see that he was slowly beating my mother into an early grave. He did all this to her and despite all that she still tried to please him. She still tried to love him and never once complained. She never complained even the day she was diagnosed with a terminal disease that was caused from the abuse. The doctor was the one to report him and he was shipped off to jail and my mother slowly deteriorated. Her organs that were shutting down like she was eighty-nine instead of thirty-nine. I remember her labored last breaths and the words she told me the day before and requested I never forget.

Meredith-Rosaline if someone loves you they will never hurt you like this. They will never beat you. If they ever hit you; you leave them, because that is not love. Do you understand? Love is gentle. You never let anyone lay their hands on you like I tolerated with your father. This will not happen to you. This will never happen to you. I will never forget that. I will never let anyone do what my father did to my mother. They would never do that to me. I may not tolerate useless violence. I am a strong believer in self defense and if someone hits me first or intrudes upon me – like kissing me without my permission – they will not walk away unharmed.

Who ever does there will be a hell of a lot of force behind the punch because they will have to deal with the aggression I have toward them and my father. I kind of feel bad for the bastard that ever tries.

I sighed breathing in the cold air and clearing my head. He isn't worth my thoughts. He can go rot in hell for all I care. He needs to suffer. I want him to wish that he never laid a finger on my mother. That he never laid eyes on her beautiful form. That he never once was graced with her wonderful presence. Breathe, let it out. Just let out this frustration in a simple breath.

Then I heard it. The sound of a rumbling engine, one of an extremely loud motorcycle that I would have heard earlier if I wasn't so out of it. I don't really care, who ever it is doesn't know where I am, there's no problem with being disturbed.

I watched the waves and listened to their soothing lullaby. My mother always said the best music she ever heard was at the beach with the wind whistling and the sound of the breaking waves. I closed my eyes letting the wounds envelope me and slowly let my muscles relax. Taking measured breaths in and out. Smelling the salt in the air and letting it fill up my senses. I leaned back against the trunk of the tree and opened my eyes when I heard someone call up, "Meredith?" I looked down to see one Johnny and groaned. "That happy to see me, huh?" He asked.

"Generally when a girl climbs a tree it's to get away from something or someone or to just be alone and you're just ruining it." I called down and he held his hand over his heart. "I'm am terribly sorry, for what ever I have done, even though I have no clue what it is." He mocked an apology and I glared down. "What is it with guys." I muttered softly. "Why do you and every other girl have to try to make life more complicated?" Johnny asked. Okay now he's pissing me off.

I slid off the branch purposely making the ten foot jump landing on my feet in front of him. "What the hell was that? Do you have a death wish?!" He screamed at me and I looked at him nonchalantly, "There's not much to live for and besides I knew I wouldn't hurt myself." I said. He just glared at me, "you could have killed yourself and you're not fazed at all." I rolled my eyes, "I'm not some fragile porcelain doll and if you trust your instincts you won't get hurt." I told him and he looked at me dumb founded

I began to walk away and I could feel his eyes on my backside. I turned around suddenly before he had time to drag his eyes up to my face and I scowled and he didn't look embarrassed, he had an annoying confidence much like Evan, god what is it with the people around here. "If you want to know what you did to piss me off just replay what happened at lunch today and then you have it Sherlock." I said and jogged lightly back to my car and despite my love for the beach I drove away from it back to my house…my home.