Next chapter is up. Sorry for the really short first chapter, I promise some longer ones coming up.
Tulsa, Oklahoma looked nothing like I had expected it to be. The train let us off on the West side. The houses were so large and nice looking, except the houses looked to be almost too good for the people going in and out of them.
"Dad lives out East," Lissa said plainly. How were we supposed to know exactly where he lives if every time we tried to contact him, our mom would slap us silly. He left when I was seven, and I have talked to him once since then. We only know he lives on the East side because he told us that before he left.
We started walking towards the East side. It was so hot outside. I really wished I wouldn't have worn sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, I felt lousy and hot. The farther we walked around looking for any sign of dad, the more hope I lost of finding him, the houses looked like they were losing hope too. Most of them were rundown, old houses.
I took out the picture of my dad that Lissa had stuck in the backpack. I ran my hands over the brown hair of my smiling father. "Oh dad, where could you be?" I wandered to myself. That's when I realized we were being followed. I stuffed the picture in my pocket and walked next to Lissa. I told her we were being followed by a red mustang.
We walked faster and started making turns. Every turn we took the car would follow. Finally the mustang stopped a little ways ahead of us and four guys got out. I glanced at my sister who was busy playing it cool. I probably looked like a scared cat, but oh well.
"Hey, what are two girls like you doing in this neighborhood?" One of the guys asked. They looked drunk, I could tell for sure. A lot of times my mom would come home almost passed out because she was so drunk.
The same person who spoke came up to my sister and touched her hair. I could tell Lissa hated that. She slapped him so hard, and my sister knew how to slap so you get a long scratch like the one on her face. One of the other guys came and punched me in the face. I fell backwards onto the ground. The same guy who slapped me dragged me up to his face. He smelled so much like liquor.
"Now listen to me-" I never got to hear the end of that because someone punched him in the face and I fell to the ground. Lissa was soon hauling me to my feet and up some stairs to a house. I wondered vaguely where she was taking me, mostly I wondered who the person was that punched the guy away from me.
"Mia, can you hear me?" Lissa asked.
"Yeah," I answered. She carried me with the help of the stranger who saved me. He looked to be about 20, and he looked very scary and strong.
"What are you two doing around here? I've never seen you two. I'm Darry by the way," he said. He settled us onto his couch before we told him our story.
I held out the picture of our dad when I got to that part. "That looks like-"
"Hello every- Who are you two?" A tall lean guy said from the door.
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