A/N: I should be in bed right now because I've been sick and I have class in the morning but I just can't go another night without posting this. Billy is 18 and Kat is 17. Enjoy!

Wasteland

Death Sentence Fan Fiction

Chapter One- Justify

I hate him. Not only did he abandon me when I needed him most but he beat me to the ground and left me there to rot. So now it's war and it's been war for three long years.

That's why I'm suffering through my senior year alone but at least I'll get out of this shitty town alive unlike some of the dip shits I know. I have plans. I have a future ahead of me. My life has barely begun and I am more than ready to step it into full gear. My dad used to always say I had the world handed to me on a silver platter, and maybe I did but I didn't want rusted silver I wanted gold, platinum, stainlesses steal. One way or another I was gonna get what I wanted. What I deserved even if that meant dropping everything I've ever known and starting over.

Only on this particular day when I was making my daily trek two miles up hill to my house I nearly had a heart attack when an old ford mustang pulled up beside me and the passenger door flew open.

"Get in." Ordered the gruff voice from the drivers seat.

I stopped mid step and turned to the open door. Rolling my eyes I replied with a harsh, "No" and slammed the rusted door shut causing the driver to wince. The drivers side door flew open with so much force I thought it'd come flying off and land on the other side of the street. Within seconds the towering driver was standing in front of me grabbing my upper arms tightly and squeezing, his blue eyes boring deep into mine with an acidic stare. He began shaking me as he screamed spit spewing all over my face from the close proximity. "The fuck is wrong with you stupid fucking bitch?"

At the end of the sentence he instantly stopped shaking me it happened so quickly it could have defied gravity. If he hadn't still been holding me so bruisingly tight I surely would have fallen backwards down the hill behind me. I snapped my eyes open unaware I had ever closed them and glared back at him. "It's a fucking piece of shit anyway, Bill."

His right hand whipped up to my face and under my chin so fast I almost yelped from the sudden pressure on my jaw. "Get in the fucking car. If I have to ask again I might just kill you."

Clenching my jaw and fists I nodded and he released me sauntering back over to the drivers side and getting resettled into his seat. Slowly I made my way over to the Mustang opened the passenger door and sat down inside. I turned and looked at Billy who already had a cigarette lit up and a hand gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white.

"I'm half way home. I know we live next door to each other but the ride really isn't necessary."

He narrowly glared at me. "Nico. Do yourself a fucking favor and shut the fuck up."

"Why?" I snapped back. "You know I hate when you do this shit. I know you feel like you need to be nice to me but I don't want to owe you anything. I told you I wanted nothing to do with you. Why is that so hard to understand?"

Billy just put the gear into drive and pressed his foot down onto the gas. The car started forward with a jerk. On the bright side I didn't have to walk the second mile to my house.

"You know this doesn't make up for anything," I continued pushing the subject further. I never did listen well to instructions. Especially ones given to me from low life pieces of shit. "I still hate you."

He grunted loudly. "That's exactly the thing I can't stand about you Nico-

"It's Kat," I interrupted.

He just glared at me then opened his mouth again, "You think your better than us even though we all grew up on the same damned street. You think you don't need us but you do. You think just because you stayed in school your too good for us when really you are just one of us."

It was my turn to glare at him and this deep seeded rage crept up into my brain boiling the blood it used to travel. He pulled into his driveway and cut the engine but I was already out the door. By the time he stood from the car my fist was colliding with the side of his face. I heard bones crack. Whether it was my hand or something in his face I didn't know nor did I care. I just got up in his face and screamed at him.

"You think your so fucking cool now because you run for Bones but fucking news flash Bill your going to end up just like everyone else on this god forsaken block, in a grave or in jail. I have bigger fucking plans with my life and they don't involve you."

The entire time Billy was hunched over clutching his face but I didn't care. What surprised me was when I turned around to walk the ten feet to my house Joe and my brother Matt were on our porch holding lit cigarettes staring at me wide eyed, frozen in utter shock. I just walked past them and into the house. I could hear my baby sister crying the moment I stepped inside. I threw my bag on the couch then walked into the kitchen where my dad's latest play thing was sitting drinking a beer still in her robe and slippers. Meghan was in her high chair wailing until she saw me to which she cooed. I unrestrained her from the high chair and hugged her. Then I glared at the bitch named Coco, "The fuck is your problem. When a baby cries it usually means get off your lazy stupid ass and take care of her."

"The little brat doesn't shut up," replied Coco as she rubbed her head her poorly bleached blond hair falling in her face and popped a cigarette in between her lips.

"Probably because your a piss poor excuse for a human being," I hissed ripping the cigarette from her lips and breaking it in half. Then taking the pack from the table and shoving it down the garbage disposal the sound of it being turned on causing little Meghan to clutch my neck tightly.

"You can't talk to me like that. Julian will kill you," she yelled trying to scare me.

"Do you really think I'm scared of my good for nothing fucker of a father."

"You should be," she rolled her eyes.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you. We both know Julian is getting tired of you and one of these days your going to get your fat ass thrown back out onto the street. So get the fuck up and make us dinner."

She glared at me tears welled up in her eyes but she stood up and started rummaging through cupboards.

I carried Meghan up the stair and to our room. I set her down on the floor and watched her play with various toys that were strewn everywhere. She cooed and giggled as she played. There was a soft knock on the door and I looked up to see Matt standing in the door way.

"Jesus Kat, what the fuck did he say to you?" Matt asked as he took a seat beside me concern filling his usually cheerful brown eyes. My brother was nothing like Joe or any of the other boys around here. He fit more of the college stoner profile even though he was only thirteen. He always wore this stupid green beanie over his shoulder length dark brown hair. His wardrobe mostly consisted of snarky tee shirts and khaki shorts, he also insisted on wearing those stupid over sized skater shoes.

"Does it really matter?" I replied sighing heavily.

"Yeah Kat, it kind of does. It looks like you cracked his cheek bone."

My eyes widened in horror. "What?"

"Yeah, It took everything we had to get him to go to the hospital to get it checked out. Joe went with him to make sure."

"Fuck me," I groaned.

"On the plus side. He probably won't want to see you any time soon so no more concerning yourself with his bullshit like you clearly have been."

"It's weird fucking Tommy and Spink still go to school. It's like there's no point for them to be there when half the time they aren't there anyway and the other half they spend breaking every rule they possibly can. I think Billy has them tailing me."

Matt laughed a little. "Spink still upset?"

"About what?" I asked in confusion.

"You dumping him," he laughed again.

"Jesus Matt, that was four months ago."

"So, Joe said last time he saw him he was still fuming."

"Spink can handle himself. After all he's got the gang," I ground my teeth in anger.

"You know Kat, I don't know why you hate the gang so much. You used to be a part of them." I gave him a look and he instantly shut up.

"I was stupid back then and regret every minute of it."

Matt pat my shoulder before getting to his feet and picking Meghan up. "Whatever you say."

I knew what the night had in store for me and I wasn't looking forward to it at all. Lets just say facing my neglecting abusive father wouldn't come any where close to the horror I'd face when Billy got back from the hospital.