I hear the Train a coming

Star's POV

Shaking I struggled against the heavy body that was now threatening to suffocate me. The smell of and unwashed body odor, and the feel of groping hands making me fight harder than I ever had in my life. Panicking when the tramp refused to stop I screamed as my shirt ripped down the front. I would not be taken in this alley like some whore! I was pretty strong, but this guy was hopped up on something, and paying no attention to the fact that my nails were raking over his skin. Stretching I managed to wriggle my hand in to my jacket as I pulled out the heater my brother had given me before leaving. Sobbing I pulled the trigger wincing at the loud pop that resounded in the darkened passageway. Shoving the now limp body away, and ran as if the devil himself was chasing me. I had to get out of this town now. Clutching my tattered shirt to my breasts I made my way to the pay phone on the corner, calling the only person I had ever been able to count on.

" Is Dallas there?" I asked instantly recognizing the raspy wisp of smoke that was Buck's voice.

"Yea… that you Star?" He asked knowing Dall always took my call, no matter who or what he was in the middle of.

"Yeah Buck, get him quick, its real important," I said trying to look nonchalant when all I really wanted to do was scream.

Dallas' POV

"Star?" I asked wondering why she was calling at midnight.

" Oh Dall I'm in real trouble, I – I think I killed a man, he was hopped up on some thing, and touching me. He ripped my clothes, and he wouldn't stop, so I shot him," She whispered clearly fighting back tears as her voice shook.

This was the only person in the world I cared about next to Johnny Cake. I had spent my whole life looking after Shyla Star, and I was not about to lose her to the law.

"There's a train that leaves out of New York in thirty minutes, jump it, you'll get to Tulsa in a about three days, so stop somewhere get what you need, and make sure no one see's you, do you still have the heater?" I asked making sure no one was paying attention to the conversation we were having.

"Yeah."

"Ok, hold on to it, we'll figure something. Now get moving Shyla Star, I'll meet you at the trains when you get here," I said shaken by the fear I could hear in her voice.

She was the toughest broad I knew we'd been together since birth seeing as how she was my twin. She'd been in and out of detention centers just as much as I had, gotten in to rumbles, been beaten so badly she could barely move, and still I had never heard her sound like this. When I had left New York a few years ago to escape some of the trouble I had stirred up it leaving her behind was the hardest thing I had ever done. Still we'd kept in touch and remained close. Hell I'd gone back to see her a few times, no one around here asked me where I went off to when I went missing for a couple days.

Star's POV

" Thanks Dals," I whispered knowing I'd made the right decision by calling him.

Three days later

Dally's POV

"Where you headed Dally?" Tim asked wondering why I was on my way out of Buck's when the party was just getting started.

"Train Station, I'll be back in a few," I said knowing a good rowdy party would be just what Star needed to get her mind of everything that had happened.

I love my sister with all my heart, but she was no angel by any means. She could drink swear, and Steal along with the best of them. It would be good to have her by my side again. I'd all ready rented out the connecting room next to mine for her, and bought a few things she'd like. She had never been an extremely feminine girl, but with looks like her she didn't need make up or tight clothing. She didn't look much like me except for the eyes having taken after my mother with her black hair, and olive complexion. She was tall for a girl, about 5'8 with a slender build.

Star

Anxious I kneeled by the door ready to jump out the minute the train slowed enough, so the engineers wouldn't catch me. They didn't take kindly to having stowaways with their cargo. Tossing the duffle bag behind me I crouched down, landing on my feet lightly as soon as it was slowed. Sitting on the dirt for a moment to catch my breath I instantly perked up at the sight of the tow headed boy a few yards away.

"Dal!" I yelled bursting in to a full sprint.

Throwing myself in to the waiting arms that had always been my safe haven I wound myself around his body burying my face in the crook of his neck.

"I Missed you so much Dallas Winston," I whispered clutching him tightly.

" I know baby, but you're here now, and aint no one going to touch you." He whispered making me feel like everything was going to be ok.

" Got a wild party going on tonight," He said making me laugh.

"Well let's go then!" I whooped feeling like myself for the first time in years.

I mean I had our crew back in Brooklyn, but I was never really me without my brother at my side. Together we were a force to be reckoned with. Throwing my head back I laughed when Dally shifted me on to his back, and gave me a piggyback ride to what would be my new home. We didn't speak about what had happened in New York, and I knew he would never bring it up again, except when he wanted to talk about what to do with the heater. Now was the time for us to have a good time together once more.

Dally

She looked good dressed in a pair of dark denim, and a white wife beater. A little to thin, but that was something I could fix. I was hoping the haunted look in her eyes, and the sneer that seemed permanently attached were something I could work on as well. I was all for being tough, so you didn't get hurt, but I didn't want my sister to end up like me completely. I just wanted her to know how to handle herself.