`Chapter 1

I rubbed one of the silvery white scars on my wrist. This is a good thing. Moving here, that is. No one knows what happened. No one is going to look at you that way. I adjusted the black sunglasses that covered the burns around my eyes. Rub. Adjust. Rub. Adjust. Everything is going to be better here. Of course I'm just quoting my mother. We should've moved years ago, she says. After the "accident" they fired the nanny and became stay at home parents devoting every second of every day to me. Reporters would flood the house and they would have to call the police to get them to leave. There were pictures of me on magazine covers. Ransom Paid, Riley Ace Back Home. Ace Daughter Safe and Sound. Those words were everywhere. Maybe I was back home, but I didn't feel safe. I was so scared that he would come and get me again. The scars and the burns covering my body were constant reminders of what happened. I couldn't leave the house without hearing, "Is that the Ace girl? Look at her face! Do you see her arms?"

This is a little town were moving to. Maybe if I'm lucky no one will notice me. No one will be able to tell who I am. If I wear my sunglasses and my long sleeved shirts and my jeans no one will stare at me. They won't be able to tell. Maybe I'll be happy here. "Were here!" Dad announced. They had already moved our stuff to this new house. All I had was a little bag that held some of the things that I didn't want the movers to touch. I pulled open the door and leaped out. I lifted my glasses a bit and surveyed the house. It was a huge, three storied white house with a white picket fence surrounding it. Pretty. "Rye your room is the last one on the right. Third floor," mom told me. I nodded and took off. I counted the stairs as I ran. One…two…three…four…five…six. Fifty two steps later and I was in my new room. It was nice. The walls were painted a deep blue, my favorite color, the floor white, smooth, and shiny. On one side of the room was a loft bed with a white desk underneath. On the other side was a flat screen TV that had a dark blue couch across from it. Next to the TV was a bookshelf chalk full of my favorite books. Next to my bed was a walk in closet. Across from me was a sliding glass door and if I walked through it I'd be on a balcony.

I set my bag down and went over to the glass door, sliding it open and stepping onto the balcony. The balcony overlooked our backyard. At the edge of our backyard was a forest. Pretty. Forks is very pretty. "Rye, do want to go look around with me?" I heard a familiar voice ask. Rebecca I turned around to look at my sister, "Sure," I answered. I adjusted my sunglasses and followed her down the fifty-eight stairs. She grabbed mom's keys and headed out the door. "Were going to look around town!" Becca yelled and mom was there in a second. "Henry isn't here yet. I think I should come with you two. Or maybe you just shouldn't go. I mean, we just got here. Don't you think you two should take some time to settle down?" she said in a rush. Henry is our body guard. Or more of my body guard. "We don't need Henry and were going to be fine without you. It's Forks, nothing is going to happen here," Becca said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the door. "I still don't think…" mom was saying but Becca cut her off, "Bye Mom!" she yelled and slammed the door closed. She looked down at me, "Go, go, go! Hurry!" she yelled and dashed into the car. I rolled my eyes and followed her.

Becca is seventeen, one year older than me. She was at her little friend's birthday party when the "accident" happened. We're not allowed to say kidnapping or abduction in our house. It's always the "accident". I don't know why they insist we call it that. It wasn't an accident. He meant to do it. I shook my head and got into the car. Stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about it. It's over and it's not going to happen again. "I say we go down to the beach. Mom told me about it. It's on some Indian reservation. Guess what it's called!" Becca ordered. "What?" I asked. "La Push! Hahaha! La Push and Forks! Who came up with these names?" she asked, laughing. I adjusted my sunglasses and smiled. Becca looked over at me. "Why do you wear them?" she asked. I sighed, "You know why, Becca," I answered and she shook her head. "So no one sees the burns? So what?" she asked. "Remember what people used to say?" I asked. She shrugged, "It doesn't matter what they say. It matters what you think," she told me. She plans on being a physiologist. "It matters what they think," I muttered.

People always say it doesn't matter what others think about you, it only matters what you think about yourself, but we all know that isn't true. Of course there are a select few, like my sister, who don't care what people think about them. "We're here," she said and she parked the car. I flung open the door and stepped outside. It was cloudy and cold here. Back in California it was sunny and hot every day so people never questioned my sunglasses. Here though… Becca grabbed my hand. "Come on Riley," she said and pulled me onto the sand. I looked around. There some boys dressed in thick clothing showing off for a group of girls. There was a mom watching as her kids ran into the water then ran back to her screaming that it was too cold. The second they finished screaming that there were never going to go back into the water they were racing back in.

Two boys caught my eye. Not only were they tall, dark and handsome but they were shirtless. I adjusted my glasses. Why on earth were they shirtless? It's forty degrees Fahrenheit out here. They have to be freezing! "Look at them!" Becca whispered to me, "Talk about gorgeous." I snorted. "Talk about hyperthermia," I whispered back. One of them was holding the hand of a little girl. She looked like she was five. Suddenly I couldn't breathe. I knew he probably wasn't taking here. They looked alike, so he was probably just her older brother. But still…. "Riley! Rye calm down," Becca said, shaking me, "Breath." I took a deep breathe. Then another, and then another. "I'm fine," I told her. "You sure? We can go," she said. "No it's fine, let's go sit down," I said and she nodded. "I know the perfect place," she said. She pulled me over to a spot that was confidently right next to the boys. They didn't seem to notice us. "I just have to run up to my house and grab something, why can't you just watch her?" the one with the little girl asked. "Why don't you take her with you?" the other one asked and the one with the little girl shook his head. "She wants to stay here. C'mon it'll take like five minutes!" he said and the other one nodded. "Alright," he said and took the little girl. "Sethy!" she shrieked. "I'll be back in a little while, ok Clair-Bear?" the other one said and she nodded. "Okay," she said and the boy started running up the beach.

"Let's introduce ourselves," Becca said and I shook my head. "He looks busy," I said. He was swinging the little girl around and she was laughing her head off. I rubbed a scar. "C'mon! Pretty please?" she asked. I sighed, "Fine," I whispered. She jumped up then helped me up. We walked over to the boy, Seth, who was laughing just as hard as the little girl. "Hi!" Becca said and he turned to us with a smile. "I'm Rebecca, and this is my sister Riley," she introduced. He smiled, "I'm Seth," he said. I rubbed faster. He looked Rebecca up and down and then he looked me up and down. Good. He didn't seem to recognize either of us. "So what are you doing at the beach?" she asked. He looked down at the little girl, "Babysitting, apparently," he said. "Cool. How old are you?" Becca asked. "Sixteen," he answered. Becca raised an eyebrow, "Really? You look a lot older," she said and he laughed. "Everyone says that," he said. He looked at me, "It's really cloudy out, why are you wearing sunglasses?" he asked. He didn't sound mean. Just curious. "It's really cold out, why are you shirtless?" I retorted. He smiled, but turned back to Becca, "Did you guys just move here?" he asked. "Yeah, how'd you know?" she answered. "It's a pretty small place. Everyone knows everyone, and I haven't seen you around before today," he said. She nodded. Suddenly a sharp gust of wind knocked my sunglasses off. I bent down as quick as I could to get them before anyone could see, but Seth had already grabbed them. "Here you-" he stopped when he saw my eyes.

SO what do you think of Chapter 1? REVIEW AND FAVORITE AND FOLLOW! Two reviews and I'll update. Disclaimer- I don't own anything Twilight.

~Cara