Full Summary: Dally has a little sister, Jamie, who moves from New York to Tulsa with her far from great foster parents. After reuniting with his kid sister, things seem to be going great. But there are dark secrets that Jamie is hiding. Secrets that, if kept hidden for too long, could possibly kill her. Can Dally find out what his sister is hiding before her life is suddenly cut short? (Takes place before the book)

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Dally's POV

I was sitting in front of the Chief of Police for what was probably the sixth time this month. Surprisingly, I wasn't put under arrest when I was brought here. Two cops just stopped me on the street and asked me if I could get into the car because the C.o. P. wanted to have a word with me. I did what they asked, mainly because he never wanted to talk to me unless he absolutely had to.

"Glad you could make it Dallas," Donald Ryeback said to me. Donald Ryeback was the Chief of Police. But because we are on such "close terms" with each other, I call him Don.

"What do ya want Don? You could of just called if you wanted to spend some time with me. My weekend is completely open."

"Stop being a smart alec Winston. I have some news that you just might want to hear." Don replied shortly.

"Oh yeah, and what might that be?"

"You have a sister."

I was surprised, to say the least. A sister? I don't remember ever having a sister. But now that I think about it, I do remember hanging out with some girl when I was still living in New York. Could that be her?

"Her and her foster parents are moving here from New York. Since both of her parents work long hours, I expect you to keep an eye on her. That should keep you out of

here for a while. I don't want to see one of my officers bring you in during the next few weeks. Otherwise, I will personally make sure that your sister finds someone to watch her until the day she turns eighteen."

"Yeah, yeah. Anything else you need to tell me or can I leave?"

"Her name is Jamie and she's fourteen. She will be arriving in about a week, so I will have you come back here the day before she comes so you will know exactly what I expect you to do." Don said. I nodded my head and left. I needed time to think. I headed towards Buck's because I was in dire need of a drink.

--A week later --

I was waking to the address that Don gave me yesterday. He said that I wasn't allowed to beat the tar out of her, give her any alcohol, leave her stranded anywhere, let her hang out with any of the Shepards by herself, or let her smoke. I told him that almost everybody smokes in Greaser territory, and I wouldn't be surprised if she had already picked up the habit. After much debate, he let the last one slide.

Jamie's POV

I had finally settled into my new house. My foster parents made me move with them to some place called Tulsa in Oklahoma. That was pretty much considered the middle of nowhere compared to New York. I had plenty of friends back there, all of which would have been more than glad to let me stay with them. But no, I had to move here.

I was plenty tired from the long ride last night. But that didn't stop my foster parents from making me unpack all of my belongings. I was up until almost 2 am trying to put everything in its place. I was surprised when they didn't make me unpack all of the other boxes too. I guess they wanted me to have enough strength to do all of that in the next few days.

Last night, they told me that someone was going to be watching me during the day so I don't run off again. See, my foster parents aren't the greatest people. My "mom" works as a stripper for the local bar where my "dad" bartends. He usually ends up drinking half of what he serves. He also has a second job selling illegal drugs. So you can imagine why I run away.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when someone knocked at the door. I got up and opened it to see a boy standing there. He was about seventeen, with white blonde hair that fell over his forehead in wisps and kicked out in the back in tufts. It curled behind his ears and along the nape of his neck. I could help but think about how much he resembled me.

"You Jamie?" he asked me, not moving from his spot in the doorway.

"Yeah" I answered back.

"Well I'm here to baby sit ya while your parents are working."

"Great, just another jerk to ignore me while he gets paid." I mumbled under my breath. I really wasn't in the mood for some guy to come in here and watch TV while I sat there doing nothing until my 'parents' got home.

"Well, come on then. We haven't got all day to bum around. I got things to do." I nodded silently and turned off the TV. As I was walking back outside, the guy was staring intently at me. In all truth, it was starting to freak me out.

"What are you looking at?" I questioned.

"The house." He answered simply. I shook my head and started walking down the street.