Screw the Cullen's, I'm a Mikaelson [DISCONTINUED & REWRITTEN]

Snitches

"Artemis!" I turned to see Bella coming down the steps of the house straight for me.

"What do you want, Bella? I don't have time for this." I hopped off my bike and turned to her.

She came to me and slapped me. I gasped from the shock of it and touched my cheek.

"I'm your mother and you'll treat me like it! And how dare you cuss at Renesmee! Your such a little brat you know that? You are so-"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I am sick and tired of all this crap! You are not my mother! You forfeited the right to be called that when you said you didn't care that Emmett took me! You forfeited that right when you didn't give a f*ck about me! You're just the stupid b*tch who gave birth to me and my sister! And as for brat? If anything that's Renesmee! She is always asking and begging you all to get her something or help her with something and me?! I do my own sh*t! Those cars in that garage, I got them on my own and do all my sh*t on my own! I don't need you, I never have and I never will! Screw you, and screw the Cullens! I am so f*cking done with you!"

She looked at me in shock as tears streamed down my face. By this time, the whole family had heard and was standing there, staring at me as I yelled in Bella's face.

"Artemis," Emmett said calmly.

I turned to him and my heart dropped. He looked hurt from what he had heard.

I sped to him and hugged him tightly. "I sorry, Dad," I whispered.

I sped away from him and to my room, locking the door.

I quickly changed into the clothes I had in Susan's bag. After, I pulled a suitcase from my closet and began to pack. My clothes, my shoes, my make up, my favorite books and my favorite picture of me and Emmett.

I stared it for a while. It was me, when I was 2 years old, though I looked about 6 or 7. Emmett had been spinning me around and then threw me up in the air. The picture was taken before he caught me. You couldn't see our faces, just our silhouettes against the sun. I chuckled and placed it in the suitcase, zipping it up.

I cleaned my face from the mascara streaks and grabbed my suitcase, making my way downstairs.

Everyone was still downstairs, standing outside the door. I pushed past them all, only looking at Emmett and giving him a small smile before pecking his cheek.

I opened up the garage and put my suitcase in the trunk of the Impala. I strapped on a car pool and led my bike over and onto it.

I strapped on my Harley and turned to my 'family.'

I just looked at them and turned away. Just as I opened the car door, a pitch black wolf came bounding up out of the forest. Sam Uley.

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Please consider reading the rewrite c: It goes by the same title, but the story cover is more zoomed out.