Alright so this is what happens on snow days when I'm grounded. I just wanted to let you all know I LOVE reviews;) Happy reading! Ok one more thing, this chapter is all basically a flash back so The Outsiders haven't come in yet. No need to be alarmed they will ALL (meaning Johnny and Dallas) will be in the chapters to come. Also its very descriptive. Its is set in Outsiders time.

Chapter 1

As I brushed wet hair out of my eyes I silently kicked myself. Why I had to have such a shitty car is beyond me, but it had kicked out about 5 minutes ago where MY luck kicked in and it began to rain. I turned around to an unpleasant sight, I guess the engine on my car must have over heated and now since today was my lucky day and it began to rain, the car was simmering under the combination of heat and wetness.

" Really fuckin peachy," I muttered under my breath.

Well since I have nothing better to do, I might as well tell you a little about myself. My name is Bliss Fang and I'm 16 years old. You might be wondering why a 16 year old is by her self without transportation or a place to stay. I, normally, would give you the middle finger and tell you to mind your own business but seeing as I have no luck on my side I'll tell you. I had lived in Las Vegas my entire life until now, since I had been brutally kicked to the curb by my "mother". You may ask yourself, why do I say "mother"? The answer is simple, all she is and ever was, is a stripper who met a good lookin guy, " fell in love with him", got pregnant and never saw the bastard again.

Flash Back

I had been walkin home from where-ever I was comin from (you'll see I don't have the best memory), and I saw a car that DEFINATLY was not ours was in the drive way. I had thought to myself 'just another of my mothers late night guests' but as I walked past the car I noticed in side the car were boxes over boxes of stuff, MY mother's stuff. I disregarded it because my mother and me have moved in with many men but we always seemed to end up back at our shit-hole house in the end.

I walked through the front door and low-n-behold there sat my mother, sober mind you, with some rich lookin man.

" Hey ma" I said throwin my black purse on the chair, walkin into the kitchen.

" Darlin do ya think ya could come in here for a minute?" My mothers voice was literally dripping with fake kindness it almost made me gag from the sweetness.

" Yea I guess," I said not likin where this was headed. The only reason she was ever nice to me was when she had bad news. I dropped onto the chair sitting opposite of her and her male friend.

" Sweetie, you know we cant live like this forever." She started out. Yep I was right, bad news. " And you know I can't always be there for you." Umm aren't mothers supposta be sayin the complete opposite? " I decided that I'm gonna leave." My jaw almost hit the floor and she must have noticed cause she quickly said, " I don't want you turnin out like me. This is for your own good ya know." She snapped her gum loudly. She was waitin fer me ta say ' oh yea, sure mom, go ahead have fun with your new life without a daughter'. Sorry mom that's aint happinin. She looked at me with cautious blue eyes as if I was gonna explode any second.

"Well…." She asked.

" Well what mom? What the hell do you want me ta say? What ya want me ta congratulate you? Cause let me let you in on a lil' secret THAT AINT HAPPININ." I yelled at the top of my lungs. Clear ta China probley heard that.

" Ungrateful bitch" She yelled nearly losing her fake coolness. " I have fed you, put a roof over your head and put clothe on your back for 16 years! Don't cha think its about time fer ya ta move on? I mean it would be different if you was in school but you aint so… I don't see the point in keepin around." She finished with a fake sob. God, how could I have been so stupid as ta think this whore actually gave a rat's ass about me?

" Fine" I said standin up, suprisin both her and her male company. I looked down at their shocked faces. One last jab at mom cant hurt, can it?

" Ya know dad had the right idea of getting out of here" I saw anger and sadness flash in my mother's eyes. That was her weak spot. She believed dad was comin home, after 16 years she still believed it. It made me pity her even more than I already did. She was a waste of skin and bones, lovein a memory more than her own child.

" I'm outta here." My mother said standin up and purposely bumpin into me on her way out " I left ya 300 dollars and my old car, the keys and such are on the kitchen table" That was the last thing she said ta me before turning to the door and quickly leavin behind her male escort. No good byes, no love yous, no take cares. She just left without a hug or a kiss. I didn't really matter ta me, its not like I would have touched that slimy whore with a ten- foot pole anyways. I was just surprised at the fact she left me with anything. After I had heard the car pull out of the drive I sat down on the couch and let the tears well up in my eyes, I would never let them fall but the wetness in my eyes made me feel human. After a good ten minutes of sittin on the couch I had to get ready and leave. Although she was never around I could still smell her cheap perfume and I could almost hear her awful naggin, this place held WAY to many memories. I got up and headed to my room, opened a duffel bag and set it on my bed. I walked to my closet and began pullin out clothes. I hated all my clothes, my wardrobe consisted of: too-short mini skirts, tube tops, halter tops, skin tight jeans, 6 inch heels, random tight leather things (only God knows where she got them), and many more of my mothers trashy hand-me-downs. I didn't like wearin them but it was either them or naked, and I preferred not to be raped walkin down the street bare-bottomed so I sucked it up. I never had any money to buy any decent clothes so this was what I was stuck with. I still had my waitress uniform on so I changed into a short black mini skirt, red beater, a pair of red pumps I had stolen from my mother, and my handy-dandy leather jacket. After dressing I decided to put off packing for a few minutes to go get something ta eat, and to see if my mom really left me the money and car keys. True to her word, there sat 3 crisp 100-dollar bills and a set of old keys but also next to it sat a folded piece of paper. A note from my mother to me, it read:

Dear Bliss,

I wanted to again apologize for leaving you. I knew you would check to see if I was telling the truth about the money and the cars so I thought I might as well write you a good- bye note. I want you to know I left all my clothes and shoes in my closet for a number of reasons. First and foremost is so you can have them. I know I didn't leave you with much so I thought instead of spending your money on clothes and such you could spend it on useful things. You always did use your head, a quality I wanted you to know I admired much, and secondly my fiancé would be buying me all new things. I know you aren't interested in tiny details so that's all I'm gonna say. I know I didn't act like it but I do love you and I do care for you. Be good. Please, don't get into too many fights. Yes I know you fight. A LOT.

With love,

Raven Fang

After reading the note I ran to the bathroom and was physically sick. After finishing I wiped my mouth and looked into the mirror. My mother and I looked painfully alike; same long crimson locks that tumbled to my lower back in soft ringlets, pale ivory colored skin, full red lips, and a desirable body. I had shocking emerald eyes, but they were never explained to me. I guessed they were a life-long gift from my father. My mother could never tell me anything lookin me in the eyes, as I said she missed my father something dreadful.

I composed myself then walked to my mother's room. I had only ever journeyed into the lions den once before because it was absolutely disgusting, but now as I staggered in, still feelin a bit light headed, I noticed all her clothes were washed and laid out on her bed in categories such as jeans, shirts, skirts, sweaters, pajamas, and her shoes were all in rows in front of her bed. She had LOTS of shoes. There were different colors and styles all the way from sky- high 7inch stilettos down to ballet flats and flip-flops.

"YES" I screamed pumping my fist into the air as if I had won a game. I grabbed a garbage bag from under the sink and threw all her shoes into a bag. There was no way in hell I wasn't gonna take them. I then moved to the clothes, I knew they would fit me because my 32-year-old mother was the same size as me, a 16-year-old girl. Kinda creepy right? I grabbed her clothes and stuffed them all into 3 duffel bags then took them and the shoes out to the car, popped the trunk and looked in. The trunk was full of random things such as a spare tire, first aid kit and old tools. I took the tools out but left the tire and first aid kit incase anything were to happen to the cars or me tires. I ventured back to my room and grabbed the two duffel bags of clothes and shoes, which were, mine and also put them into the cars the backseat. The trunk was full. As I walked through the house once more I stopped in the kitchen took the keys and 300 dollars and put them into my purse. I stopped in the bathroom and put some mascara and lip gloss on. After messing with my hair for a few minutes I was ready to leave. I was on my way out when I remembered something I had forgotten in my room. My handy dandy… Switchblade. Jeez, I would have died if I had forgotten this little buddy; literally this switchblade got me out of more than a few sticky situations. As I started the car and pulled out of the drive was the first thought in my mind was "where to?" but behind that a little voice in the back of my mind whispered,

A goodbye would have been…nice.

End of Flash Back

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