IMAGINE FOR *ANGEL SHELDON*

"Please," whimpered the voice of a little seven-year-old girl as she looked up at her older brother. The alcohol was hard to miss on his breath as he leaned closer to the little girl with a mean look in his eyes.

"No, you want to talk about greasers and talk like them, you'll be treated like them. Walk home."Her older brother, Bob Sheldon, growled at her with such venom seeping into his words. She cowered under his intense stare before shrinking lower as he slammed his car door. She then watched the shiny Mustang as it drove off without her, leaving her by her lonesome in the lot.

Tears filled her light blue eyes as she placed her left hand on her cheek, gentally stroking her cut that Bob had given her earlier that day. He was a jerk, of course she knew that! But he was family and she couldn't quite ignore him. No matter how many times he abused her, both physically and mentally, she always found ways to stay at her house and be as obiediant to him as possible.

The little girl turned around in frustration and started walking towards the direction of her house when her foot hit something hard, her eyes wide, and she tumbled to the ground letting out a startled cry.

Then, out of a pile or newspapers, a boy around a year older than her shot up with wide puppy dog eyes and looked immeadiately at the young girl who sat huddled in a ball, eyes jammed close. His mind wandered and he wondered who she was. He had never seen her around before but he thought that he might have seen her once. But he just couldn't remember.

He moved slightly closer to the girl and tilted his head to the side. She looked so frightened and innocent in his eyes and he could see a small bruise showing from under her light blue t-shirt. He was suddenly worried about her...

-Might not continue this imagine-