Disclaimer: Nobody's mine, except for Willow and other blah blah blah not in the book.

O.K. I guess Dally wouldn't just beat up a girl. But in this story he does because I told him to or I would kick him in the shins so he listened. I'm just that tuff.

Willow's POV

I started to follow Soda and his friends to his house, and then I saw Chris. Chris was one of my brother's friends. He was about 5'10" with green eyes and brown hair.

"Hey Chris," I yelled after him and he stopped. Soda and his friends stopped too.

"What do you want Will?" He asked.

"Do you have any cigarettes?"

"You know, your brother would kill you if he knew you smoked so much." He said handing me a cigarette.

"I don't smoke that much."

"You smoke at least two packs a day."

"He smokes more than me!"

"You're in more danger than him over at your place."

"Yeah well, he won't have a chance to kill me right now."

"Too bad," he said, "Why not?"

"He's in the cooler."

"Tuff enough."

"Does he have a room at your place?"

"Yeah, you can stay there 'till he gets out." He knew about my dad. Everyone one of his friends knows about my dad. Chris is the only one that really likes me at all though.

"Can you take me there? I have no clue where it is."

"Yeah, come on." I followed him to his place, leaving Soda and his friends. It was easier this way for them. They wouldn't have to deal with me. When I got there all of 'the gang' was there. 'Just great!' I thought. All I need is a group of people who hate me. You would think one of them would like me because I'm Forrest's sister. Hahaha, they try to keep my brother and me apart. Chris knows better. I need my brother more than anyone else in the world. I can only talk to him about my problems. Sure, Chris knew what was going on, but he didn't really understand.

They were just staring at me. I said, "Hey Chris? Where should I put my stuff?"

"Over there, second room on the right." He said pointing to a hallway.

"Thanks." I said, walking down the hall. I could feel all eyes on me. After I went into his room, I could here them talking.

"Why did you bring her here?" One of them said.

"Forrest's in the cooler. I'm not just gonna let her stay at her house alone." Chris said. Now I know why I like him best.

"She's a big girl, she can handle her self." Another voice said. I couldn't handle myself. Everyone else can, but I cant.

"Oh, shut up! She'll be fine here. If she's dead and her brother finds out, who will be next? Us! So she's staying here." Chris said.

"Her dad's gonna find her anyway." I couldn't take this! I found a box of cigarettes and a lighter in a drawer by the bed. I took them and left my brother's room. I started to head out the door.

My brother lied to me. He wasn't dumb. Hw just couldn't see what was right in front of him. His friends hated me. Everyone in this town hated me. He couldn't see it. How couldn't he see it?

I was walking down the street when I heard screaming from behind me.

"It's your fault your mother left! She didn't want a daughter! She just wanted a son! It's your fault your brothers gone!" He yelled at me. I started to cry. "You're just some emotional girl who cant do anything right!" He punched me in the face. He kicked me in the stomach and I fell to the ground. He kicked my back and left. I was left there crying on the ground.

What he said was true. My mom left. She didn't want kids so she gave up on us. My brother being gone was my fault. I can't do anything right and I cry to much.

I stayed on the street until got dark. I don't know how long that was. It was almost sunset when my father came. I got up and walked to the lot where there was a fire. I saw that Johnny kid. I sat down next to him, still crying.

"You're names Willow right?" He asked.

"Yeah, you can call me Will." I said. There was an awkward silence.

"I know what you're going through." He said.

"How can anyone know what I'm going through?"

"My dad beats me up too."

"That's just part of it. My mom's gone, my dad blames me, my brothers gone, my dad blames me, he blames me for anything bad in his life." I said wiping tears from my eyes. "My brothers friends hate me. They don't want me near them. There's always a Soc waiting for my brother to leave to beat me up. I got the world's worst boyfriend. I can't handle it all." I saw in his eyes that he understood. I just told a stranger about everything in my life that sucked and he understood?

The silence was back. "I shouldn't bother you with my problems. You got your own to deal with. I should just go." I said.

"You can stay. I don't mind listening to everyone's problems." He said. I just stayed and continued to cry. How could I tell him my problems? I don't know him. He doesn't know me. He's the second person who knows my life. Was he just going to tell his friends? I don't think he would do that. Did I have a friend?

"Johnny you can tell me anything.' I said. He smiled and I saw he looked like a puppy. A puppy that's been kicked around. I felt sorry for him but I felt happy because I had a friend that I could trust.

We stayed and talked in the lot all night. He sure liked Dallas Winston. He was talking like Dallas was a hero. I was probably talking about my brother the same way. He told me about the gang and what they did for fun.

He also told me about this girl he liked. Her name was Nicole. She was 15 and was 5'4 with long brown hair. She had blue eyes. She sounded and I hate to say this word but 'perfect.' Maybe Johnny would have something good in his life like Nicole. Maybe I could play matchmaker after he shows me what he looks like.

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