LISA POV

  I had a really good life. I had a mother who loved me unconditionally and an overprotective father who did everything for his family. I am an only child because my mother Lilith Andrews couldn't get pregnant after me. But we had each other. It was perfect.

   My parents met at their early twenties when mom wanted to start a new life away from the sunny Miami, Florida so she moved to a little reservation, La Push, not so far from Forks, Washington.

My father, Michael Withy worked in La Push diner as a chef, that's how they got to know each other. Mom always had her lunch there and almost instantly got dad's interest spiked. Small place, not many new faces. Dad was a real sweetheart, always wrote notes to mom and sent it to her with her meals. After some time they started dating and after 3 beautiful years together they got married. On their 1st year anniversary they found out that mom was pregnant with me. They were so so happy.

   My childhood was a bliss, they spoiled and loved me so much. That was until my mom's death. I was 6 and we were coming back from Forks, I had a dance competition. I won 2nd place and we were planning to stop by the diner dad worked at to celebrate. It was only me and mom, dad always worked and couldn't come. We had a car accident.

   Mom died. Dad started to drink and blame me for the death of his love of his life. It started with alcohol, after some time he started to get abusive when I was 8. I didn't have anyone to tell, I didn't know my grandparents because on my father's side they died early, on my mother's they weren't happy when my mom left and they lost connect.

   At age 10 my father met my step-mother, Beth. She was a drug addict and alcoholic, hated me from the start. She didn't hit me like father, she abused me mentally and emotionally.

   This is how I grew up. When I was 15 I started to work and save money for my future to leave. I went to school when I finished I headed to work at a market until 8 pm. At home I got hit and screamed at until they got bored of it. That's when I got to do my homework and start to study for the next day. Finished my day with a shower and it started again from the beginning the day after.

   Now I'm 17, 7 months from turning legally adult, 9 months till I graduate and leave.

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Today started like any other day, I heard my father's loud snores from the living room. He propably fell asleep on couch after the game drunk like always.

I turned my head to the side to check the time. 7 am. I still had plenty of time to get ready so I slowly got out of bed and head toward the bathroom to have a hot shower. As I got rid of my pajama and stood under the water I hissed in pain. Yesterday afternoon was tough. I'm glad Beth "worked the night-shift" and I can relax and clean myself before school. I don't want unnecessarily more attention because of my bruises and cuts. Good that father only hits where I can hide it.

After 15 mins I got out and went back in my room with my towel around me. I stood in front of my mirror and just watched myself. I have lighter skin tone than most people in La Push because I'm only half-Quileute but still got a beautiful tan. Dark brown eyes like almost everyone around here and dark chocolate hair. I mean not anymore. At age 16 I dyed it so now I have light pink color. I have a tattoo on my side, my mother's birthdate and some piercings here and there but they are not so striking. My shape is pretty avarage, yeah like I have boobs and ass with small waist and long skinny legs but around here almost everyone has. Maybe its in the genes.

After I snapped out of my daydream I looked at my clock on my wall.
-Fuck..- I muttered under my breath. I stood here for 15 mins. I went to my wardrobe and got out a black ripped shorts and a simple grey v-neck t-short with my underwear and started to get ready. When I was fully clothed I put my books and a grey cardigan in my backpack and slung it on my back. I slipped on my vans shoes, grabbed my phone with my headphones and headed out.

I locked the door after myself and got on my motorbike. I bought it this summer after I got my driving license. I was about to put my helmet on when I saw Sam Uley stand on the outskirt of the forest.

He was the talk of the town last year when he disappeared for 2 months just before his graduation. I heard some rumours that he was back, cut his hair, got a tattoo, cut his friendships off and started doing drugs, steroids, formed a cult, looking for young Quileutes to join. I tought he just finally snapped because of his piece of shit of a father and left the town for good. Looks like I was wrong. I can't understand why he came back, if it was me I wouldn't have. He is almost in a situation like mine, only without a whore step-mother. Our fathers are very good drinking-buddies.

Some seconds later when I was about to turn away he looked my way and catched my eyes. We were just watching each other, he looked like he was in some sort of trance or daydream. I waved then put my helmet on and headed off to school. I don't want to be late on the first day of the term. When a checked my rear-view mirror I saw that he still standed there looking at me in a trance like state until I started to get farther and farther away. He snapped out of it and changed, it looked like he was in panic or something. I turned back forward and sped up towards the school.

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