A/n -- Heyyyy y'all : Thanxx for reading this. My first fanfic : actually lie…. I've been on some stupid websites to write my stories but like No one reviewed them cause there wasn't a review button 0.o but I have gotten E-mails telling me they're good, and I always had a fascination with the Outsiders so yeahhhh :D If any one gots any questions for me ask me in reviews or mail :D. I love to here what people say and love me some love :P well that's me A/n, expect one in the end, and ill even have FAQs at the end to so feel free to answer :D ok well enjoy :D
Flash Back.
"But Tim why can't I live with you?" I asked my 13 year old brother as he started for the door.
"Because Brookie, mommy needs you and Curly and baby Angie. But auntie needs me." I cried the most a 10 year old girl could.
Timmy was my brother. He helped me a lot.
"Timmy! Don't go! I need you. What happens if another one of moms boyfriends…."
This has been happening all my life. Rape. Same as my best friend Max, that's why we're so close.
"If they try doing anything, Dally, Lucien, and me will kick their ass. Brookelle , yer a very pretty girl. And guys will find you attractive."
He place a cold hand on my cheek.
"But if you say 'No' they should understand, and if they don't, kick them in the place you can't kick Curly or Me."
I looked at him and raised an eyebrow "wouldn't I get in trouble?"
He kissed the top of my forehead
"Not if I can help it."
And with that Timothy was gone.
End of Flash back
Brookelle's P.O.V
I have lived everywhere known to man, just lately I've been hanging with my best friend Maxxi. She's Lucien's, my brothers second in command, kid sister. My mother is part of this group that wants peace. J.F.K calls it the Peace Core. Idea was given in 1960 and was starting in the mid 60's. Even though people mistaken it to the late 60's because of the hippies. She goes all around the country to get people to join and we usually stay there for 6-12 months.
Recently we were in New York, and we bumped into the one and only Dallas Winston. He was hanging out with Ghost and Spunk. Only reason I knew them was because I went to New York a bunch of times with Dal and I met them. I looked over at Max and smiled. I tip-toed behind Dally, who was in the middle of a rant. I waved a quick 'hi' to Spunk and Ghost then started to mimic Dally behind him.
"…So there I was, surrounded by what seemed 20 socials and I, of course, took my blade out and started beating the living shit out of them. The total death rank was atleast-"
I rolled my eyes, "If I hadn't came and saved your ass it would be only 1. And that 1 would be you. Stop Trying to look like a hero pansy." he turned around and smirked.
"You, Brookelle E. Shepard do not know what the hell your talking about." I rolled my eyes.
"You Dallas R. Winston need a life. The only person who can take on even 5 socials has to be Tim, Lucien can take on 6 easily, but its my gang-"
"your brothers" he stated in a matter-of-fact kind of tone.
"He dies, its Lucien's then mine," I said in a childish voice.
"No its Curly's." he said plainly
"no I'm older than Curly." I stated "By two whole minutes so stick that in your juice box and suck it."
Of course, Ghost is a pervert and cracked up "How about I stick it in you and eat it." him and a bunch of people I don't know started cracking up. I looked back at Dally ignoring that comment.
"Can me and Max go back with you? If not I can't come home for another 2 years. And Max was originally was supposed to go back with you. What's another 86 pounds?" I begged him. Maxine looked at me.
"your mom already said no…" in a quiet voice. Compared to her brother, She was his exact opposite. Quiet, calm, content. She had a small crush on Pony and Johnny. That says a lot.
Her green eyes reflected pain and horror she faced in her house. Well old house, she lives with Buck and to pay rent she's a waitress. Her dirty blonde, straight as a pin, hair blew in the smoggy aired alley of N.Y.C. Under her bangs she held a pinkish scar, left from a night with only her Dad back when she was 10. Her tanned face held bags under her tired eyes, dirt on her cheeks and hands. Wearing a tight belly shirt, a jean jacket, and naturally ripped and faded jeans that draped over her black converses.
I looked at her "I don't want this life anymore. My mother isn't acting motherly like, making me work corners for money, working you. It isn't right, Lucien is ready to kill her."
All she did was nod. Dally looked at me. By this time he already said his good-byes to the old gang. "What has she been doing with the money?" he said in a low, deep harsh voice.
"Feeding herself 5 to 6 meals a day, buying her boyfriends meals. If she has money left she goes and gets us a soda and a candy bar." Max and me said,
He cracked his knuckles against his palms "Lucien already knows, how about-"
"No Tim and Curly don't know, and they won't." I sighed brushing a piece of my light brown hair behind my ear. It looked more blonde, but technically it's a light brown. Dally looked at my bruised neck, swollen after 40 year olds attacked it. Disgusting pigs. Tore me up, bruised me up. A lot more than my neck has been bruised too, but those spots have been hidden. "They find out, Dad finds out, I get beaten for calling my mom a whore and a bad mom. My dad hates it when I quote on quote 'lie' to him,"
Dallas walked into a phone booth "Hells No chicka, your brothers are finding out, and if your Padre hits you, he'll have to go through Lucien, Timothy, Curly, and me himself. Probably others too." Dally, Tim, and Lucien have been best friends since I can remember.
Dally put a quarter into the coin slot for a half hour. He whipped out his wallet, "Go get something from McDonalds then go to your, 'place' and grab what ever you need. Then come back here," he looked up "next to the subway. Exit, 2 blocks from McDonalds." we nodded and walked off. Seeing Dally's ice blue eyes lock on us with fear. It sent a shiver down my spine.
DALLYS P.O.V
The phone rang 5 times before Buck picked up.
"Hellooo. Merrill residents." He cooed into the phone. Obvious he got no sleep last night. That Buck annoys me.
"Buck, put Tim on the phone." I said annoyed,
"TIMOTHY M. SHEPARD!! PHONE CALL" he yelled. "He'll probably take a minute." he said dropping the phone.
I sighed looking out the corner of my eye making sure Brook is ok. I saw her skinny figure walk then stop as soon as she reached an older woman, a little chubby, but looked exactly like Tim. She pushed Brooks hair to cover her neck. The older woman's boyfriend dragged her into the alley way, I was about to jump out of the booth when I heard Tim.
"Tim your sisters coming home tonight, and she's in trouble so got to go bye."
CLICK.
I ran out of the booth into the alley and saw the big heavy set man ripping her clothes off, kissing down her neck. I ran over to him and punched him so hard he banged his head against the brick building. I instantly gathered her into a hug as she cried into my chest. I never cared about a girl this much but Brookie, she's a sister, I love her like no other, well except Johnny. But, it's Tim's baby sister. He'd never allow.
I looked at her mother. "She's going back to Tulsa. So is Max. She'll live with me and your other siblings who can't handle your shit. If I ever catch you doing this again, trust me, you'll pay."
She was shocked "Don't talk to me that way you filthy hood. My daughter won't go with you. I'll put you in jail."
I let out a dark laugh "The Filthiest, other than your son and Max's brother. And babe, I've been in jail for worst. Even accused of murder. You don't phase me."
I walked away and Max was at my side. I hopped into Bucks car. Max got in the back. And Brookelle was in the front. I went to a gas station and filled the tank. The price has jump it was now 0.30 a gallon. I paid the guy 3.00 and left. Brook leaned the seat back and was catching some sleep.
She had a soft smile on her face. Her blue eyes were shut. She had a big bruise going down her face, a couple of scratches too. She had on the leather jacket I swiped her for her birthday, a blue tank top and tight jeans. Her light brown hair was now in a ponytail and her bangs flew in the air. I chuckled and tightened my grip on the steering wheel. We were now passing Nashville. I like taking the long way home, we'd be back in about 3-4 hours.
Max was sprawled across the leather interior of the back seat. A seatbelt around her waist, her blonde hair draping her face with an arm thrown across her stomach. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.
A/n- kinda long. Please review :D