Learning to Fly

Chapter 1: Into the Distance

A/N: Yes, this is another Twilight fanfic. But it's different than anything I've ever read, I promise you'll like it!!!! So please, read on and discover a non-stereotypical Twilight fanfic!

Video, Learning to Fly by Pink Floyd, inspiration for this story>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

 I also got the chapter titles from the song lyrics, so Pink Floyd gets credit for all chapter titles

Also, disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer. I think that's obvious.

Read on!

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I wasn’t really planning on going anywhere in particular. When I jumped on my Harley, all I wanted to do was run.

                And now I was. Why did it take me all these years to do it?

                Oh yeah. I had a sister to protect. When your dad goes on drunken rampages, you really don’t want yourself, or anything you care about, to be around.

                He was on one of those right now.

                The reason I wasn’t sucking it up and being brave for Kate, my little sister, was because I knew she was safe.

                She was with friends. Trustworthy friends, with parents who would keep her safe just long enough for me to take a break from our father.

                Ever since my mom had left my dad, things had been shifty with him. It started with moodiness. I didn’t blame him for it; I knew he loved my mom, and the affair she had been in was, although not shocking, heartbreaking for all of us. She moved away with her lover.

                Good, I had thought at the time. Of course I still loved her, but I was angry. My father and sister were only upset at first. I went suicidal.

                That’s when I got the Harley. I was into cars and that served me well when I fixed up the bike. It had been junk. Now it ran as good as any bike would.

                I had been looking for adrenaline, distraction. Anything that would bring me as close to death as possible, and yet not actually bring death itself. Something about a motorcycle just says death-defying. I found it strangely appealing.

                But after those first few months, I returned to normal. Sure, I rode a motorcycle now, but that was as bad as it got.

                But when I returned from the dark side, my dad went worse than I had.

                During those first depressing months, I had often thought about drugs. They would keep me being so depressed, right? But even I wasn’t that stupid. I had only wanted a brush with death, and while drugs wouldn’t kill me first round, I knew they would pull me in, and it would be a slow death. If you knew anything about me, I was planning to go out with a bang. So I stayed away from drugs.

                My dad, however, got sucked into that miserable life.

                He apparently wanted to kill himself slowly. It didn’t really surprise me; I took after my mom. But ever since then, he has lost more and more of himself in every bottle he drowns in.

                He recently started trying to beat me and Kate.

                Although I had gotten hurt a few times, I never let Kate get hit. She was only nine; I was sixteen. She was old enough to know what was going on, but I wouldn’t let her be a part of it. She knew what I was doing when I stepped in her way. She would never stop me, but I could hear her cry every time. She knew I was strong enough. We both knew she wasn’t.