I don't own anything but Miss Abby...and a handful of other characters. That's all. Twilight is not mine. The end.

Chapter One

The One Where Abby Monologues

" The skyline looks brighter tonight
lets go smash out every light
your left foot in front of right
and we yell
like a good old fashion nightmare."

-Good Ol' Fashion Nightmare by Matt and Kim

My nose wrinkled in disgust on it's own accord. This place was ridiculous.

Hideous.

Vile.

Disgusting even.

If there is one place in the world that can truly be called the ass crack of America it would safely be the La Freaking Push reservation here in Washington. I mean really! Do these people believe in fixing anything? Most of the (tiny) yards I drove by where strewn with either the florescent plastic of children's toys or rather indecent looking decorations that seemed to be some sort of call to their Native American heritage. As I drove past a large totem pole and the massive googly eyes of whatever the hell animal was on the bottom stared up at me I had to look away for fear it would cause nightmares. Don't get me wrong, I am all for representing the Natives, I am one after all, but on the Makah Rez was certainly a cut above this! Is it so difficult to attempt to be tasteful? I spared a glance away from the road again for a moment and glanced over my shoulder at the houses I was driving by...

Apparently it was.

For the millionth time I began to wonder why I had come. I hated La Push and I was certainly not jumping up and down at the thought of spending my summer here, but sometimes things are bigger than you, sometimes you have to make sacrifices. Damn Emily Annette Young! Damn her!

My older sister Emily had always been the most logical of the Young sisters, which is saying a lot once you took into consideration that there their were five of us to choose from. She was smart. She was beautiful. She had a bright future. Hell she had even planing on going to University of Arizona on scholarship not too long ago.

On the turn of a dime though, everything changed.

She had gone from being fun, kind, and driven Emily to a subservient, love sick, Betty Crocker wanna be Emily. I hated it. It wasn't her. It was what he made her become. Sam Uley. My arch nemesis. The Darth Vader to my Luke Skywalker. The Voldimort to my Harry Potter.

Oh if I could only castrate or "avada kadavra" Sam Uley my life would be complete. You laugh...but it is fucking true.

Since the accident nothing had been the same. Emily hadn't even been dating Sam for a week after she moved in with him. One minute she was calling me all like "yeah, Leah's ex boyfriend is so crazy! She deserves so much better.." and the next they are shacking up like Norwegians in spring time...or something like that...I am not actually sure if that is a valid reference but it's the best I got. What? You think I can just pull obscure pop culture references out of my ass all the time? Not even I am that good!

Anyway...

The accident.

I shuttered at the memory.

Bear attacks weren't common in the mountains usually, I mean it's not like we live like effing Aborigines or anything (we're Native American not neanderthals!), but the unfortunately reality is that accidents do happen with wild life. There is truly not much you can do about it. The Young family knew that fact all too well. That's the thing with family. If something happens to one of you, the rest of you remain forever effected.

Emily had decided to go for a hike the day it had happened. She was up in the woods somewhere I guess when the bear got to her. She had been spending the summer with our cousins the Clearwaters in La Push before she headed off to UA for school. La Push was known for its beauty (umm excuse me?) and Emily had thought it would do her some good to clear her head before she threw herself into those studies of hers. Another contributing factor was Leah. Emily had always been uncannily close with our only female cousin and the two had wanted to get in as much time together as they could before Emily ran off to chase her dreams.

UA never happened. The dream chasing never happened.

The accident. It changed everything, ruined everything!

One half of my sister's beautiful face had been scarred beyond recognition, it was about three years ago exactly now that I think about it. It was the first time I think I ever realized the weight of mortality. For a while we weren't sure if she was going to make it. I was thirteen at the time and terrified for my older sisters life.

I will always distinctly remember everything about that day. I had been playing Mario Cart with my little sister and before I knew it the whole family piled into the mini-van (even dad which is genuinely a shocker) and we made the long twreck to La Push hospital in record time. We were all so scared no one said anything. I had held my mom's hand the whole way down. Emily was in the ER, under the care of some guy named like Charlie...Carlos? Who knows. All I really remember about him anyway is that he was gorgeous and the nicest doctor I think I have ever encountered. I very clearly remember Sam not liking him though.

Oh yes. Sam. This is where our story began...

When I first saw Sam I was talking to the doctor, trying to work my thirteen year old wiles on him so that he would let me in to see my sister or something like that. My parents had of course been the first to go in and only two visitors were allowed at one time. The blond doctor turned out to be a stickler for the rules even though I bat my eyelashes and pouted my lips as well as I knew how. I am sure I was about to make some headway though when Sam charged in. I remember the doctor's eyes leaving my face and looking up behind me. I of course followed his line of vision and took a step back in terror as a large man came blundering through the hallway, pushing past the rest of my sisters to get to me. I remember him grabbing my arm with surprising force and thrusting me behind him so that he was standing in between the doctor and I. He looked like some sort of lunatic who had just escaped prison or something. His eyes were sunken and dark, and though they were pulsing with rage in that moment I was sure they would have looked utterly petrified otherwise. The sight of him had made me tremble.

"Where's Emily?" His shout ran out through the hallway and I flinched back cowering into my sister who was now behind me.

"She is awake now Samuel, as you know. She is still in room 3." The doctors voice had been chillingly calm even though the mad man in front of him looked like he was going to be the tar out of him any second. " She is with her parents right now, so you can see her when they come out. You can wait out here with her sisters though."

I remember my thirteen year old mind willing the doctor to stop. Walk away. Arm himself with something blunt and heavy. But no, he was the essence of calmness. Sam on the other hand was becoming more undone...if that was even possible.

"TO HELL WITH WAITING." He roared, hand's trembling violently. I nearly jumped out of my skin and peed my pants at the same time.

With one easy movement he stiff armed the doctor behind him and lumbered down the hall.

That was the first time Sam Uley beat me to my sister.

I felt myself get aggressive at the thought. I looked down at my speedometer and thanked God that La Push did not believe in cops. At least, not cops that I couldn't out run on a tricycle. I eased up on the gas that I had unconsciously pushed to the floor.

The memory left a sour taste in my mouth. That was the man my sister intended on marrying. He had a chilling temper, no job, and a pitiful little place he called a house. He wasn't ever around (from what Emily told me) and when he was his hooligan, good for nothing friends were making Emily cook for them( from what my sister Maria said). I gritted my teeth and held the steering wheel until my knuckles got white.

I wondered some times if the only reason Emily stayed with the creep was because of the scars. I wondered if she didn't feel beautiful enough to deserve someone else. The idea was preposterous at best for I had always been slightly jealous of how truly beautiful Emily was, but a girl's got to have theories,and Emily had never been known for her overwhelming hand of self-confidence. We left that to Maria (who had two kids already so I think it must be safe to presume that Emily and I are in the right)

Emily had to know she deserved the best. She deserved someone to push her forward instead of hold her back. She deserved someone who would encourage her relationships with family and friends, not destroy them in one fell swoop.

No, Sam Uley did not deserve my sister. And I was dedicating my summer to help everyone find that out.

Ok, so I don't really like the idea of doing two stories at one time but this story will NOT leave me alone. Seriously I try to sleep and I am thinking about it, I try to write my other story and I am thinking about it...it's an unhealthy obsession.

Anyway this is the story of miss Abigail Gina Young, feisty younger sister of Emily Young, whom we all know and love. I think she created herself in my mind because I was sick of reading imprints with the same kind of personality. Let me warn you, this girl has spice.

Just strap yourselves in for an adventure... that is all I am going to say.

The song for chapter one (because I am a music nerd) is actually the title of the story.

Good Ol' Fashion Nightmare by Matt and Kim

Listen to it. Love it. I do.

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