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Title: The Outcast

Author: Tfatfreak207 (Kita)

Rating: M

Summary: Letty is now residing in Manhattan, NY with her husband and three children. Letty's seventeen year old daughter, Rylan Tyler is a misfit at the local high school. She has everything she could ever want; money, clothes, jewelry. But it still doesn't help, she just doesn't fit in. Because of her bad attitude and poor behavior, she's forced out of state. What happens when Letty finds her way back to Dom's turf?

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Chapter One

Rylan slowly walked into the cafeteria, the smell of burgers immediately attacking her nostrils. As quickly as she could, Rylan rushed through the lunch line, anxious to get the food into her system. Finally, she made it to a table in the back of the room , carelessly dropping her tray and cargo backpack onto the table. She eyed the large lunch room while eating. God I hate this fucking place, she thought.

"Hey, what's up Ry?" Cece asked, sitting her tray down at the table. Ry didn't respond, only held up her burger to Cece Swanson.

Cece was Rylan's only true friend. They were best friends since the fourth grade, and as a promise to each other, they'd be friends forever. Although Rylan didn't speak much, Cece always understood her. She usually did the talking for Rylan. Usually standing up for Rylan is when Cece came in handy. Though Rylan had an excessive amount of fights in school, she promised her mom she'd try to stop getting in trouble. Doesn't mean trouble didn't find her a lot.

"You sure do look nice," Cece said sarcastically, looking at the off-green cargo jacket Rylan wore everyday.

Rylan wasn't an ugly girl. She had her mothers long, brunette hair and dark eyes. She didn't think she looked anything like her dad, who had light brown hair and blue eyes. When she did smile, it was brighter than the sun. He frame was petite and filled out, which caught the eye of some guys.

No, she wasn't an ugly girl. She was only an outcast.

Just as Rylan was finishing up her lunch and was ready to leave when she was interrupted. Fuck, not today Stacy, she thought.

Stacy Parker. The most popular girl in high school. She looked like every other bimbo in the school; blond hair, caked-on make-up, skimpy clothes. Rylan didn't care about any of that. It was only one problem; Stacy was her step-sister.

Rylan's father, Ryan, had Stacy with is ex-wive only a few months before he met Letty. They split almost immediately, moving to Manhattan from Orlando, Florida. That's when he met Arletta Gonzalez, or Letty, at a gas station. Letty was skeptical of his intentions, but couldn't ignore her attraction to him. After dating for a few months, Rylan was born. Afterwards, Letty and Ryan moved in together and got married. Years later, they had Rylan's little brother, Robert, who was now seven.

Stacy made sure no one knew her and Rylan were related. When questioned about it, she'd only respond with, "As if". The only person who knew was Cece, which was why Stacy constantly bothered her.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Little Miss Misfit," Stacy squealed. Rylan rolled her eyes, gathering her things together.

"Back off Stacy, go find someone else to annoy," Cece snarled, lifting her tray from the table.

Stacy lifted one finger slyly, tipping the contents of Cece's tray onto her white tee.

"Oops, my bad," she smiled, her friends laughing behinds her.

Rylan knew she was going to get in trouble for what she was about to do next. Both her mom and dad would rip her a new one once she got home. Oh well, she thought. She took a deep breath before punching Stacy square in the jaw, dropping her into her friend's arms. Rylan led Cece away before anything escalated. They dumped their trays and were leaving the cafeteria before a voice stopped them.

"You'll be in so much trouble for this," Stacy quipped, stopping Rylan in her tracks. She knew exactly what Stacy meant; their parents.

"What you gonna do? Tell Mommy and Daddy on me?" Rylan smirked, knowing she had one-upped her sister.

Stacy turned beet red. "Pft, as if."

"Rylan, get your ass in here!" Letty yelled after hearing the front door slam shut. Rylan sighed heavily and followed her mother's voice, which was in the living room of their three-story home. She never understood why they needed such a big house, which was equipped with an in-ground pool, a game room, and a bar. But ever since her father got that CEO job at a law firm, he wanted them to live in luxury.

"Hey ma," Rylan kissed Letty's cheek, flopping down on the sofa next to her.

"Heard you and Stacy got into it again," she kept her eyes on the soap's on the flat-screen TV.

"She started it," was all Rylan replied as she laid her head in Letty's lap.

"Rylan! Rylan!" Robbie screamed as he ran into the living room, jumping on Rylan's chest.

"Whoa bud. You better keep it down, Mommy's gonna get you," she whispered to her brother. "Where's dad?"

"Up in his study. Don't bother him please," Letty begged. She knew how angry Ryan could get if he was interrupted during work. The bruises on her body would prove evidence.

The three sat on the couch for a while longer, just enjoying the company. Nothing can ruin my mood now, Rylan thought.

"I'm home!" a squeaky voice yelled from the hallway. Spoke too soon, Rylan thought again. Stacy came over, kissing Letty on the cheek and poking Robbie in the stomach. She and Rylan only scowled at each other.

"Damn, that looks like a nasty bruise. What happened?" Rylan asked sardonically, smiling bright. There was a purple bruise right on the jawline of Stacy's face.

"Mom, why couldn't we just give her away to the rest of the homeless people in New York? She doesn't fit in this family," Stacy spat venomously.

"That's enough you two! Jesus, you go at it like complete strangers. You're sisters, deal with it. Stacy, stop saying such nasty things," Stacy was about to argue but Letty stopped her, "and Rylan, for Christ sakes quit hitting her."

Rylan rolled her eyes and got up from the couch. Before she could leave the room, her mom stopped her.

"Where you going?" she asked, fearing that she hurt her feelings. Though Rylan was her birth daughter, she was always afraid she gave Stacy more attention because she didn't have a mother.

"To work. I am the only one in this room with a job," Rylan instantly regretted her comment, but only walked away.

She walked up to her room, which was fairly large. It held a full bed, two dressers and an entertainment system. Her XBOX 360 was hooked up to her large 40" Panasonic television. There were posters of Muhammad Ali and a '76 Firebird all over her walls.

Rylan took off her cargo jacket, tossing it on her bed. She slipped out of her black shirt, changing into a bra and her red work shirt, which red her last name on the back. She grabbed her favorite baseball cap and put it on. Just as she was packing fresh clothes in her cargo bag, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," she answered, not bothering looking. She only knew one person who knocked three times.

"Hey. Mom's pretty tore up about what you said," Stacy said, flopping down on Rylan's bed.

Rylan only shrugged. It wasn't that she didn't care, but she hated how fragile her mom turned out to be. She remembered when she was younger, she looked up to her mom for being tough. For standing up for herself. It was the reason Rylan turned out hardened and cold. She wanted to be just like Letty.

Rylan wasn't as clueless as she put out there. She had the room closest to her parents', so she knew every time they fought and the results. After years of hearing their bickering, she stopped wincing at the slamming doors. She stopped worrying after hearing a loud thud against the floor, then total silence.

Rylan pretended she didn't notice the bruises that covered her mother's body.

"I'm sorry about school today," Stacy apologized, catching Rylan off guard. Stacy never apologized, especially to her.

"Um, it's okay. I gotta go," Rylan left the room before the situation got more awkward.

While passing the living room, Rylan noticed how distant Arletta looked.

"You okay?" Rylan asked, leaning halfway through the threshold.

"Sure babe. Have fun at work," Letty replied, turning her attention to the TV.

Rylan's heart sank as she turned and left the house.

There it is. My new story. It might be a dull start, but I'm trying. So read and review please!