Mya's POV

"Oh Soda!" I cried and ran towards him. "Baby, are you okay?"

"Yeah Mya, I'm fine." He gasped. "How did you get in here? This place has really high security and so many guards, how could you get-" I cut him off with a kiss. I had missed him so much; I never wanted this moment to end. We kissed for a few minutes then I pulled always for air. I placed my hand on his cheek and pressed my forehead against his. I pulled away again and grabbed my lock pick. Click, click, click. He collapsed in front of me and I pulled him off the floor and closer to me.

"Anyone busy right now?" I asked desperately.

"No Mya, I'm coming up the stairs right now. What's up." Darry said.

"I-I found Soda." I said. "But he's weak, I need help. 5th floor last room."

"On my way."

A few minutes later Darry came through the door and gave Soda a hug. "I'm so glad you're alright." Soda kissed me one last time and he and Darry walked out the door. Darry looked back at me one last time with a look that was so clear it was as if he was talking to me, 'Be careful Mya. I'll see you soon.'

I got to my feet and walked out the door to the stairs. I leaned back against the wall and finally released the sob that was built up in my chest. Reality was finally catching up to me. During this entire mission, I kept pretending this was all a dream, that I'd eventually wake up and it would all be over, but I couldn't keep lying to myself. My brother was doing this because of a stupid grudge. He kidnapped my boyfriend and friends to try and change my mind. Now I was in his gang's headquarters to find my brother and get everyone out, preferably alive.

I pulled a flask out of my jacket and drank the liquid down. It burned my throat. I didn't drink often, only if I was stressed or was hanging with the gang. I got up and walked up the stairs to the next floor. Darry and Soda were already on the 6th so I skipped that floor and went up to the 7th.

I walked slowly down the hall I opened a few of the doors, but nothing was there. Why did this building have to have so many rooms! I walked up another set of stairs to the rooftop and saw a figure sitting on the edge, looking down at the city. The figure turned to face me, and without even seeing their face, I knew exactly who it was. Ryan.

"So you finally come up here huh?" He asked. "I was wondering if you would ever get up here."

I ignored him. I walked up to him and looked at him with sad eyes. "Why did you do this to me Ryan? I'm your sister." I chocked back a sob. "I-I thought you loved me." I bit my lip to keep myself from crying.

"I did love you." He said.

"Did?"

He looked back over at the city below. "You know why I'm doing this Mya." He said angrily. "And if you won't cooperate with me, what other choice do I have?" He looked back at me. "If you won't so stubborn like mom-"

"Don't you dare talk about mom like that!" I yelled. I went up to him and grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me. "At least I was actually there when she died."

Flashback

My mom laid there on the bed, looked worse than ever. She was as white as the sheet and her eyes looked tired. Her breath was slowing down. My father sat next to me on the bed. He was nicer then, gentler and caring. But my brother wasn't there. He had left the house; he had said he didn't want to be there when she died. I was mad at Ryan for leaving at a time like this.

"Mya," My mom said softly. Tears streamed down my face and I scooted closer to her. "Take care of everyone for me My. You're all they have left now. I love you." And my mother died. Ryan walked into the house 5 minutes later and saw our dead mother. His eyes were as cold as ice and he ran out of the house. And that was the last time I saw him again, well until that day he came back for me.

Flashback over

"At least I was actually in the house, unlike you who went and refused to come home because you didn't want to see her die, yet after you came back you STILL left." I said. All the memories filled my head. The first time dad hit me, when I bought my switchblade, when I left the Socs for good, and even when I was attacked for the first time… I sighed.

"Mya, I'm broke. I need money from you." He said. He sounded desperate, but I knew he was pretending. I knew they had lots of money.

"Then you should have asked dad, instead of me. WE used to be Socs! We were rich and had everything! But when mom died, you and dad took everything we had and sold it, for drugs and liquor. And maybe if you hadn't done that, we would still have money. And maybe we wouldn't have to live in such low-class conditions."

"Why are we still talking Mya?" He sighed. "Can we just get this over and done with?"

"If that's what you want." I said. "That's the only thing I'll give you."

"Mya, are you okay?" Darry asked.

"That makes sense." Ryan said. "I assumed there were more people in here."

"Damnit everyone shut up." I said.

"Where are you Mya?" Dally asked.

"On the roof. Everyone shut up now."

"No Mya, what's going on?!" Soda said desperately.

"I'll see you all soon. I'm sorry." And I unclipped my walkie-talkie and through it over the edge and watched it tumble to the ground and disappear.

"Happy now?" I said pulling out my blade. "It's just me and you." I walked to the door that led up to the roof and pulled the latch shut, locking the door. "Are you going to fight me or did I just waste 5 bucks on a walkie-talkie?"

He pulled a blade from his pocket and motioned for me to come at him. I threw a punch at his which he easily dogged.

"Can't you do any better than that My?" He asked. "I've seen you fight; I know you can do better."

I grabbed his arm and judo-flipped him to the ground and put my knee on his chest. "Happy?" I smirked.

He kicked me off him and tried to pin me down, but I rolled from under him. We punched and kicked each other for a good 6 minutes until I saw him pull another object from his pocket. It was long and black with a curve in the middle. His finger rested on the trigger, then I realized it was a gun.

"So, you wanna play fire with fire huh?" I asked and pulled my gun from my pocket and aimed it at him. I heard faint voices yelling behind me. "Mya, open the door!" I heard Soda cry desperately.

Bang, bang, bang. They were trying to break down the door.

"We have to end this Ryan." I said. The next few minutes were a blur. 2 gun shots went off in unison and I remember a few yells. I remember the panic and shock look on his face when the bullet hit him. I felt a sharp pain in my leg and I yelled. I looked at brother for the last time and he muttered a few words.

"Our real last name is Winston. Dymind is mom's maiden name." He gasped. "We have another brother, but he ran away when you were young. You name is Mya Winston." And he died. I started to feel light headed and I collapsed.

OOOHHHH. The story isn't over yet. I am planning to add a bit more, so I have a bit of SodaxMya in the story.

This part is important. Please read

So after this story was done, I was either planning to do this:

1. Continue my other stories

2. A fanfic about how a girl has to pick which Greaser she loves(With multiple endings for each person)

3. A fanfic about the Outsiders, but I'll have Mya in the story, so it would be the outsiders book with Mya in it

4. A 'The New Girl in Town' SEQUEL (BUT people need to give me ideas)

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