Her name was Breanna apparently, not like I actually cared and I just met her and I could already sense that she didn't like me from the look she gave me that nobody else saw and we probably were not going to get along and though I had believed I always wanted to have a little sister, I don't think I meant it and wish I could just take her back.

We only just got here and already, I wanted to go home and knew I was probably being crabby because I didn't sleep too well last night or I was just in a bad mood in general because Daddy was ignoring me and all his attention is on Breanna, my new little sister so I stayed by Steve's side who was surprisingly in a good mood for once which put me in a even worse mood as he was ignoring me.

I watched from the sidelines as my brother talked to our new sister who was going to bring me nothing but trouble, feeling excluded as no one was letting me in on the conversation and could see Daddy still slightly drunk from drinking earlier, but Steve and I were the only ones that could notice, knowing how he gets when he is drunk.

I noticed that Breanna was very demanding about what she wanted as she already threw a couple tantrums already which were getting real annoying and I know if I ever threw a tantrum like she had, I wouldn't be sitting comfortably because even though Daddy hardly notices me, he doesn't tolerate tantrums and neither does Steve so I was upset that she was being allowed to get away with it when I would never never be allowed to.

I didn't like the thought of being jealous of her for having all the attention on her but I was, everyone was ignoring me and I just wanted to go home if I was just going to be ignored and cry at the thought that this is what it is going to be like living with them while I am on the outside as not even Steve has said one damn word to me since we got here as he was too busy with the brat and whenever I try to grab his attention, I get brushed off, so I was in bad mood and the only thing I was looking forward to is the ice cream.

She gave me another of those evil smirks that kept telling me she isn't as innocent as they all saw her to be and looked up at my brother and knew that this time, he saw the look she gave me but was pretending that he didn't notice as he had his signature smirk on his face.

Oh no, he has something planned, I hate it when he has some trick up his sleeve as it only gets us both in trouble and I really wasn't in the mood for one of his tricks right now but Steve real is protective of me and no way was he going to let that go.

Steve forward to whisper something in ear, "Don't you worry, Riley Rae, your still my favorite girl," he said softly but also loud enough for Breanna to hear before kissing the top of my head and one look told everything, hear comes another tantrum that was probably going to get us into trouble, but I also felt better hearing him say that to me and couldn't help but ask because I still felt insecure about this, needing reassurance.

"More than Evie," I asked with a little wickedness to let him know I was just joking with him but also some hidden truth behind as I always feel he is going to leave her for me as I watched him smile down at me, not mad at me as he was probably expecting that response.

"Yes baby, even Evie because you will always come first as far as I am concerned. Just don't you dare tell her that, she'll probably take it the wrong way," he said, joking but also a little stern so knew he wasn't joking about not telling her, but even though I don't like her, I would never go against him like that as I nodded my head at him before crawling on him to sit on his lap.

Then there was the wail at the beginning of a tantrum, Great Steve, you just had to cause trouble as I turned to look at him from my place on his lap, "Stevie, did I ever act like that," I asked him as he looked at Breanna like he wanted to smack her already and she was giving me a headache as she continued to cry and whine, saying we were being mean to her.

"No baby, you never acted like that at her age. I admit, you may have had your moments, but you were never a spoiled brat either," he said, pulling me close to him as Daddy was giving Steve glares and feeling scared, hid my face into his in his sweater that he looked uncomfortable in, not wanting Daddy to hurt me when it wasn't even my fault and Steve was just trying to make me feel better.

"I want to talk to you two alone, now," Daddy barked at us as I looked at Steve with scared eyes and gave one of his signature looks that said it was all him and he wouldn't let Daddy hurt me as he pulled me along with him while I held his hand like it was my only lifeline while Daddy pulled us over to the side before smacking Steve upside the head, making me gasp and hide behind my brother.

"Boy, what the fuck is wrong with you for making a four year old girl cry like that. I expected something like that from your sister but your fucking seventeen and need to man up, you worthless piece of shit," he hissed at Steve and surprised he was not screaming like he usually does which means he was putting on a show for his new family but could see right through it and so could Steve.

"I'm so sorry the little princess didn't get her way with me but I wasn't going to take her giving my baby sister those nasty looks anymore. Like you said from the moment Mom left, Riley is my responsibility and I take that responsibility very seriously and I won't have anyone treating her like that, not even our newly discovered half sister and don't expect me to put up with that when they move in next week. I'll put up with it as much as I would Rye," Steve hissed back at him, hiding my head in his leg, surprised he mentioned Momma as he never likes talking about her, especially around me.

"Well, I don't care what looks she was giving the brat, you need to welcome her. They are moving in on next week so you better have that girl moved in with you by then or I'll take a belt to you and her, so don't think I won't and do me a favor and find somewhere else to sleep tonight because I don't want to see your face tonight so take your precious little sister and get out of my sight," Daddy hissed at Steve, giving me a glare as I hid behind Steve before going back over to his new family.

I felt myself getting tear all over again because though Daddy has kicked Steve out many times before, this will be the first time that he has ever kicked me out and I didn't like the feeling as I hugged tighter to Steve's leg and cried.

I felt myself being lifted up, "Hey don't worry, Dad's just being a douche like always so there is no need for those tears, but at least we get out of staying and have to friendly talk with them," he said, carrying me as he started walking as his car was back at the house, having gotten a ride with Daddy in his truck.

That just made me more sad as it felt like he was turning his back on us, when we were his kids first, "But I didn't even get my ice cream," I cried, disappointed though deep down I didn't really care about the ice cream, I just needed needed something to cry about.

"Hey, it's alright, baby. Please don't cry. I'll get you some ice cream if you want, but first we need to go to the house before Dad gets there and get some things for a few nights," Steve reassured me which surprised me as he had the thrown a fit at the idea of Daddy getting me some ice cream this late when he never lets me have sugar, knowing he was trying to make me feel better as he walked with me in his arms and seemed to be walking too fast.

I felt him lift me back down and take me my hand, pulling me along and noticed that he seemed paranoid, "The one day that I let Dad drive and not take my fucking car. We should have taken my fucking car and he could have gotten a ride home, now we are being followed by Socs with my little sister with me," Steve said, mostly talking to himself or that he let that slip, but why would the Socs be following us, we weren't bothering them.

"Stevie, what's happening," I asked him, not liking that he seemed on alert and if Steve was anxious, then obviously something was terribly wrong because nothing ever makes him anxious and hate that he is like that, it scares me as he looked down at me.

"Don't worry, Riley Rae. I won't let anything happen to you, just do exactly as I say and stay behind me," Steve ordered, not liking his response because that isn't the answer I wanted as he never orders me like that, so what was so bad that has him all on edge when he is never anxious and I don't like seeing him like that.

I saw some fancy car pull up beside us as I saw Steve reach for his knife in his back pocket which scared me because he is never this way and pushing me slightly roughly behind me as it seemed the guys that got out of the car were not here to be friendly as I clung to the back of his shirt, frightened and if this day wasn't bad enough.

"Aw, look what we have here, fellas. A dressed up Greaser and little mini greaser, what should we do with them," One of the mean boys laughed and don't understand what they meant by that as Steve held me in place behind him.

I know Steve had always warned me about Socs, telling me never to trust one and they are nothing but just rich snobs that looked down at you, but we never did anything to them and they always want to hurt us.

I wondered if it was like that time Steve gave home in cuts and bruises, worse than what Aunt Devil would do, that had me awfully scared and remember hearing him telling his friend about being 'jumped' though didn't know what that meant and Steve wouldn't tell me and scolded me for eavesdropping as I supposed to be in bed.

"Don't you guys have anything better to do. Are you really that low to consider going after a innocent little girl, you come near me or my sister, I'll knock your teeth straight in," I heard Steve threaten in a voice I never heard from him which scared me and though I knew he had this side of them, I never saw it as all that I saw was my big brother that took care of me.

"The little whore ain't no innocent girl, she's a greaser and that is good enough for us. Got to put them in their place while they're still young or you greasers will all think you can be on top, you will never be top," Soc boy said, getting into Steve's face while I whimpered as I still crying from the shock of Daddy kicking us out.

"Stevie, make him go away, I don't like the mean Soc," I whined to my older brother as he always knows how to make me feel better as I clung onto his sweater that he was wearing as I flinched when I saw Steve reach for his back pocket where I knew he kept his knife that I was not to ever touch, not liking these mean Socs and wanted them to just go.

I heard the mean Socs laugh, "Yeah Stevie, make us go away, I dare you to. Come on, Stevie, giving us your best shot," the mean Soc boy said, taunting my brother as I hugged my brother's leg, scared of what they wanted with us.

Steve looked down at me while still alert of those mean Socs that have surrounded us and I don't think he liked that they were behind me as I felt him tighten his grip on me, feeling his over-protective big brother side of him start to show.

"Come any closer and I'll put you in a fucking hospital, Soc, don't think I won't. No one and I mean no one, messes with my little sister and gets away with it," he said as he was going into big brother and fighter mode as I tried to inch away from the fight that has yet to happen, but was grabbed from behind by one of the mean Socs.

I struggled against him as I watch they had my brother cornered and this didn't seem like a fair fight and unable of being able to fight back as the Soc held me to tightly, hurting me and prevented me from going to my brother, I did the one thing I could think of.

Screamed.