22 YEARS AGO:
Mrs Lucia.. I understand your still tramatized about what your father did. You have my sympathy.. But you crushed that boy's head open!" The school principle told Dash, as she was called into his office, for the 4th time in the last two weeks.
"But he tried to touch me!" Dash Lucia growled.
"You could of killed him" The principle said sternly.
"And he would of deserved i-
"Won't happen again" Said Sally Lucia, Dash's slightly older sister.
SOON AFTER:
"You really need to control yourself sis.. Not ALL men are bad" Sally insisted.
"Easy for you to say.. You weren't the one raped yesterday.. And dad is still out there.. You heard what the news said.. The cops just gave up.. I HATE Los Santos!" Dash said angrily.
Sally hugged Dash tightly.
"Things will get better soon" Dash heard her say softly.
2008:
Dash and Sally are still living together in Los Santos. Sally has been diagnosed with Cancer, but still holds true to her sister.
Dash hates it in their home town, Los Santos isn't exactly the "paradise" people think of. It's a violent, crime ridden, hell hole. And home of Dash's and Sally's rapist of a father. One of the few things Dash actually holds fear towards.
Sally knows this, and finally found them a new place to live.
"Liberty City?.. I hear that place is awful" Dash admitted.
"Well.. So is Los Santos.. And at least there we won't have to worry about Dad finding us." Sally insisted.
"Fine.. I'll start packing" Dash said, without much of a smile. Dash has been stuck though very deep depression most of her life, so rarely opens up, and is almost ALWAYS drinking some sort of alcohol.
But Sally is just pleased she's not taking crack or ANY drug for that matter.
Better a short tempered alcoholic sister.
Than a messed up crack head sister.