Huge shout out to Emolichic1 for giving me the story idea and allowing me to write it. Also thanks to her for letting me change a few things with the first few chapters. You should all go check out some of her stories, they are amazing by the way. Tiffany (Lani) belongs to her, NOT ME. So pretty much I don't own anything except my the writing.
Please review and let me know what you think. Even if you hate it so much it shouldn't exist, tell me. I take criticism as a helping hand so let me know.
I do not own the Outsiders or any of the original characters.
Tiffany Lani Arbor was sitting beside her dad in silence. She was driving to the cemetery to visit her mothers grave, who they sadly lost to cancer a few years earlier. Tiffany had so many different things going through her mind she didn't see the truck coming straight towards them. By the time she did realize it was too late. The car was flipped upside down in the middle of the road, the front of the leaning against the truck. Tiffany unbuckled her seat belt and fell to the roof of the car with a quiet thud. She rubbed the back of her head and felt blood that was slowly turning her blonde hair red. She looked to her right and saw an empty seat. The blonde looked through the front window and saw her dad lying on the road, a pool of blood around crawl through the shattered window and to her dad. "Dad!" she yelled, "someone please help him." She held his limp body in her arms. "Somebody please help!" she yelled into the empty street.
That brings her here in Tulsa. She was sent to live with her aunt and uncle Mr. and . She was sitting in the car with her cousin, Cherry Valance, who was explaining the situation between Greasers and Socs. Tiffany wasn't listening though. The way she saw it is if nobody listened to her cries for help when it mattered, she wouldn't listen to anyone when it didn't. Besides the whole warfare was stupid in her eyes, back in California she was friends with people rich and poor. Cherry pulled into her houses driveway and parked. Tiffany stepped out of the car and turned towards the streets, "I'm going for a walk, "and no you can't come," she explained to Cherry before she could even ask.
Tiffany found herself in front of a small diner on the east side of Tulsa. She stepped inside and took a seat. People were staring at her, but nobody messed with her. That was until two girls walked up to her.
"You are on the wrong side of town," the tall brunette one snapped. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to sipping her milkshake. Tiffany looked up from her milkshake and to her dismay, the two girls sitting in front of her. "I'm Cassie," the shorter brunette said, "That's Tracie. You'll have to excuse her attitude. She isn't the brightest person." The blonde nodded her head but didn't say anything. Why are they talking to me, she thought, they need to go away. "What's you're name," the same girl asked. Tiffany cleared her throat and said, "Tif- just call me Lani." Tracie snorted and rolled her eyes, "That's such a ug - ow geez- pretty name." Lani knew she was going to say something else but left it alone. She didn't really want these girls talking to her, all she wanted was to drink her milkshake and leave. "You know your awful pretty," Cassie stated. "Thanks, you too," Lani whispered.
Just then a loud bang could be hearde by everyone inside. Tiffany looked over to the door and saw her uncle. His face was red with anger and eyes were wide. He stormed over to where Tiffany sat and took a strong hold of her arm. She struggled against his grip, but wasn't strong enough and was shoved in the car. She slumped back in the seat and folded her arms together. The whole ride was silent. The radio wasn't even playing. Even though didn't speak his anger could be seen in his eyes. He parked his car besides his daughter and dragged Lani inside to her room. He threw her on the bed and removed his belt. The belt was wrapped around his hand once and smacked against his niece's back. "Don't you ever step foot on that side of town again you stupid brat," he yelled loud enough for Cherry to hear it from downstairs. 's heavy footsteps echoed throughout the house as he stormed away.
He hates me, she thought, I bet he wishes I were dead. Then she got an idea. She rummaged through her desk in search for a pencil sharpener. When she found it, she unscrewed the blade from the plastic and held it against her wrist. She dragged it across her wrist, blood falling on the white carpet. The blade dropped to the desk as Tiffany sank down to the floor mother wouldn't want her to do this. Her father wanted her to live long, and have a successful life. Lani grabbed a tissue, and held it down to her cut. She looked at the faint mark the blade left. It would be there for a while. She couldn't kill herself to get back at her uncle for beating her, she would have to do something worse. "I gotta go back on the East side," she thought aloud.
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He y'all go. Chapter 1 should be posted soon. How did you like it, I especially want to know from you Emolichic1. Did you choose the right person for the job?