A/N: Thanks for giving this story a shot! I hope everyone enjoys it. I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: Five schools, four states, three new identities, two lives torn apart, and one death threat. How many times will I have to completely uproot my life to get away from Him? One stupid mistake two years ago and I'm still paying for it. Based on true events. BxE

"You can go your own way. Go your own way. You can call it another lonely day." – Fleetwood Mac "Go Your Own Way"

Chapter 1

BPOV

September 2015

Another day, another new town. It seems as though every time I turn around I'm having to move again. I guess that's what I get.

I help my mom finish unloading the U-Haul van before it starts raining on us. "Is that all of it?"

"Yeah, mom, I got the rest of it." Considering how little we have from the constant moving around, it didn't take us long for us to get our new house set up and ready for the new start of our lives.

"I'll order us a pizza since we're both exhausted from the trip, Mak –, I mean Bella."

I cringe at my mom's almost slip-up. I hate thinking about the reason we had to suddenly move away from Phoenix. With each new town we go to, it gets harder and harder to keep up with all the new details and the old details of my so-called life.

"Yeah, that'll be great, mom. I'm going to go get my room ready for the night while we wait."

Mom doesn't even bother answering me as I jog up the short set of stairs to my new room. I start unloading the boxes of clothes and shoes into my closet, but other than that, I don't really have much else to call mine. A few books, my cell phone, the special file I keep to remind me of everything He's capable of, and my bedspread are all that's left after all my clothes are put up. I guess that's one thing mom never wanted me to forget about my old life: amazing clothes.

I can just hear her saying, "What you wear and how you present yourself are the only things that matter in this life. Everything else doesn't mean anything." I roll my eyes at the thought. Out of all the things we've been through these past few years, all mom still thinks about is clothes.

Tomorrow, I start my first day at a new school, again. I've already decided that whatever happens there, I'm not going to get attached to anyone. The last time I got close to anyone… I shudder at the thought of what happened to the poor boy.

So, with my mindset ready and my clothes picked out for my first day at a new school, I walk back downstairs to eat my dinner. Mom doesn't acknowledge me as I sit down at the kitchen table. I grab two slices of pepperoni pizza and all but shove them down my throat. I guess I'm hungrier than I thought.

Mom and I sit in silence, for who knows how long, both of us on our respective phones doing anything except talking to each other. It didn't used to be like this. She used to be my best friend. Then, He came into our lives and changed everything. There's not a day that goes by that I don't regret the decisions I made surrounding Him. I could still be back in New York with all my friends, instead of starting my fifth new school in less than two years. My mom could still have her dream job, instead she just gets whatever job she can find in the town we live in to pay the bills. We wouldn't have to look over our shoulders every moment of every day in search of Him. I wish I could have friends again without having to fear for their safety. I just wish everything would go back to the way it was before.

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