I was playing Grand Theft Auto Five and Gat Out of Hell and also listening to Taylor Swift Wildest Dreams when this idea struck. For those who are reading Breaking the Wall, that story will be discontinued. Sorry for the inconvenience, hope you enjoy this just as much. Remember to read and review. Thank you.

Living in a criminal ridden family wasn't a walk in the park. If it wasn't a gang, a mob boss out for something that got ruined or stolen, or the cops that barge in with a warrant. That was the life of Athalia De Santa, formerly known as Athalia Townley. It was just her and her father, her mother died a little bit after she turned six for being caught up in her father's business. When she was eight her father was killed during a bank robbery. At the same time her uncle was robbing a bank with some friends, but it a a stunt to fake his death so he and his family could start fresh. Apparently she was on the list to be moved to a better life as why she was moved to Los Santos a week after her father's death. Now at the age seventeen, Athalia was tired of Los Santos and wanted a different pace. Since she could remember her aunt Imani Matthew would always visit her with her son, Damien. Imani was her mother's older sister who lived in Stilwater. She met her cousin when she was five and he was twelve. He used to come visit every Thanksgiving and Christmas before she moved with her uncle. She lost contact, she was debating whether to ask her Uncle Michael's friend Lester for help but just thought to wing it.

A new change of view is the reason why she's on a flight to Stilwater. The flight was six hours long, it took a hour to get a cab. Which she didn't have an idea to go. She didn't know where her cousin lived. A gun shot went off causing her driver to abandon her and his car. She grabbed her black duffle bag and quickly exited the taxi. She took in her surroundings to cover her nose from the stench. It was nightfall and the strong stench of drugs and alcohol polluted the air. The loud sound of a car crashing caused her to turn and see a red car crashed into a wall, causing a pale skinned Caucasian to jump to the side. Her pale blue eyes widened in fear and concern, without thinking she ran over to the Caucasian. He had a short goatee and his mustache was thin. His dark brown hair was slick back. Athalia took deep breathes before reaching out a hand.

"Do you need help?"

He looked up with green eyes. She had to swallow whatever salivashe had, God he's gorgeous.

"Yeah."

She was about to help him with her other hand when she heard the sound of a gun clicking. They both looked up to see a Vice King aiming a pistol at them.

"Wrong time, wrong place dawgs."

He closed his eyes but she kept her's open and seen, a middle age black man shoot the fucker in the head.

"You alright, playas?"

She nodded as the older man helped the Caucasian to the side. She follows and watched the interaction between the guy that saved them another who oddly looks like a cop with that shity haircut. After a brief argument about leaving before the cops show the older black man looked at her.

"I'm Julius and this is Troy. There's a meeting happening tomorrow. Come by the church we need all the help we can get."

Athalia watched Julius and Troy run off. She stared after them before a groan caused her to look at her side. She for a moment forgot about him. She reached out and helped him stand.

"Here I got you."

He moaned a bit before looking at her. "I don't normally say this...but thanks."

She had to smile a bit. Even if she grew up with criminals it never stopped her from being kind unless someone piss her off. She shook her head before throwing his arm around her neck as she followed his directions to his crib.

"So do you have a name? Or do I have to call you playa?"

He laughed lightly before shaking his head. "No. Let them call me that. But because you are helping me...I'll tell you."

She raised an eyebrow. "But...I'm stranger. Surely if you are going to run with those...Saints then you are going to have to tell them your name."

"Maybe. Till I figure out if I can trust...I'll tell them my name."

She looked at him for a moment before focusing ahead. Running in a gang can be fun but it could also be dangerous. There's snakes in every green grass. So it's best to let him go with his plan.

"My name is Damien. Damien Matthew."

Athalia stopped walking and looked at the man that looked to be in his early twenties. "Damien?"

He stopped walking as well and looked at the seventeen year old. "Have we met?"

Athalia pushed back some of her dark brown hair and smiled. "You probably don't remember me but I'm your cousin, Athalia."

"'Talia?" Damien asked as he looked at the girl closer to smile when the memories came back. He grabbed Athalia and twirled them around as he hugged her. "'Talia, it's great to see you!" he put the giggling girl down before running a hand threw his messy brown hair. "But you should've come. Stilwater isn't like Yankton."

Athalia frowned before stepping back and crossing her arms. "I have been living in Los Santos for the past nine years. I have been held for ransom, threatened by my uncle's crazy friend. I'm sure I can handle whatever Stilwater throws at me."

Damien chuckled before continuing towards his old, abandoned house. "Los Santos, heh? Well I still want you to be careful."

Athalia smiled before clutching her bag strap on her shoulder as she followed her cousin. Athalia walked along side Damien until she saw the run down house across the street from where she stood with a black and gold Bootlegger parked in the drive way. Athalia crossed the street and stopped at Damien's side.

"Please tell me you don't live here!"

Damien raised a eye brow before limping towards the door. "Then I won't tell you."

"No." Athalia shook her head before turning around. "I have some money. We'll buy a better place and a better car."

Damien looked at the Bootlegger and sighed. As much as he loved the car he did want a better ride as well as a better place to live. He walked back to Athalia as the seventeen year old hailed a cab.