Chapter One

Daisy Winston hadn't meant to kill her dad but he had hit her first. She could normally deal with his abuse and whippings but it was the anniversary of her mother's death and her father had always blamed her for her mother's death. When she was little Dally used to hide her in the closet so their dad couldn't find her but when he got older he started to get arrested and she was left alone more. She was forced to get tough and one Dallas ran away she became the Winston that got arrested. Now she was the most feared chick in New York and she loved it. She dressed like a hood and always had a leather like her brother had once done. She may have been tough but even she couldn't handle the guilt of killing her father. What she really needed was her lucky leather jacket Dally had given her before he had left but she had left it in her locker at the school before school had let out.

I ran to the school. Hell, I already killed someone tonight, what's a little B&E. She picked the lock on the window closest to my locker and climbed in. The halls looked different without any students.

I was back out the window in 3 minutes with my precious jacket on. I felt around in the pockets until I found my emergency money I had been saving since Dally left. When I got to the bus station I picked somewhere I had never heard of and went to the ticket booth. "One way ticket to Tulsa." I pulled a few bills off the top of my money and handed it to the man. With only the clothes I had on, my money and my switch blade I boarded the bus going far far away from here.


By the time I got off the bus it was around 5 the next day. I was tired and thirsty. I walked into the DX station and grabbed myself a Pepsi. Too tired to steal it I went to go pay.

"Well hello pretty lady." I heard a voice say when I put the bottle on the counter. I looked up to see who it was and I was met by a guy who had the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.

"Hey." I mumbled trying not to doze off standing up.

"No offense but you look like you've been up all night. What's a pretty, innocent girl like you doing looking like she has been up all night." He had the cutest southern accent but I let out a small laugh. He must not have seen the blood all over my shirt. With that thought, I pulled my jacket closed.

"Well I have been up all night. Do you know where I can find a place to rest?"

He smiled at me. "Well, you could always come over and sleep at my house. My brother is always letting people spend the night there." He pressured me into agreeing. "My shift finishes in a couple minutes, you can wait around with me till then. So what's your name, sweetheart?"

It had been I long time since anyone had called me sweetheart because most of New York knew my reputation. "Names Daisy. 'bout you?"

"Sodapop Curtis, but everyone calls me Soda." I just stared at him. "That is an amazing name." I couldn't believe I had just said that because it had been a long time since I had said something nice, since Dallas.

We hung out and just like he had said, Soda was done with his shift in minutes. When we got to his house there wasn't anyone there and as much as I tried to stay up to meet the others I just couldn't. Soda and I had been sitting on his bed talking when we had fallen asleep and we slept till morning. When we woke up we were still in the bed. I shook Soda awake. "Crap. I'm sorry Dais, if we go out now, the boys will think we slept together."

A smile grew on my face. "Well then why not let them believe it. We waited a while until I heard someone call out to someone else. "Go wake up Soda"

"Okay now take off your shirt I whispered to him. I started messing up the sheets and I pulled off my shirt and threw it on the ground. I climbed under the sheets and Soda finally caught on. "Well, you aren't as innocent as I thought." He climbed under the sheets just as someone twisted the door knob. "Pretend to be asleep!" When the door opened I couldn't help but peek at who it was. It was another teenage boy around 18 or19 and he had rusty hair and sideburns.

"Well well Soda." I pretended to wake up and so did Soda. That was when 3 other boys of different ages joined the red head at eh door.

"Who's the new broad?"One of the new comers asked with a silly grin spread across his face.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I have to go before my boyfriend wakes up." at that point everyone was staring at me. "Oh, I'm sorry. Soda, who's the new slut?" I just couldn't keep my mouth shut if my life depended on it. "I don't need you calling me a slut. I had enough of that when I was pregnant with my son." These were all lies but it seemed to be getting them. I reached on the floor and grabbed my shirt but just as I was pulling the shirt over my head I heard a new voice, a familiar voice. "What did I hear about Soda's broad having a baby?" I pulled the shirt over my head and I just stared in astonishment at who it was.