Chapter Two

Sometime during the early morning night, Nikki arrived back at their crumbled home. She was beyond exhausted, her thoughts from what happened earlier had been completely fuzzy due to the alcohol consumption Alex forced upon her. Nikki made her way into the living room area where her other two friends slept, and she soon passed out with them.

By morning Sam was the first to wake up, and found Nikki next to a pile of her own vomit. Sam's eyes widen, and called out for Alyssa. "Lys come her quick." Alyssa ran into the room to find the horrible sight in front of her. "Fuck, why does she always do this to herself. Doesn't she know yet that Alex is bad news for her."

"I don't think she cares, but we don't need to worry about that right now. We need to get her cleaned up." Sam said, lifting half of her friends body up, as Alyssa did the same. It was only when they sat Nikki on the mangled couch, and cleaned her up that they really noticed how different she looked. Her hair was cut short, and dyed black and purple. The right side of Nikki's lip was pierced, and swollen.

"What the fuck did Alex do to her last night?" Alyssa asked.

"Nikki…. Nikki wake up now." Sam said, shaking her friend awake.

Nikki's head rolled around, and she let out a soft moan. "What happened?" Nikki asked, "My head hurts so bad." She said, holding her head, as she got up and made her way to the bathroom, where she emptied her stomach again. It wasn't until after she rinsed her mouth out she noticed her newly pierced lip. "What the…"

"Yeah Nikki, you look completely different." Sam said.

"I do, but I like it. Its so me." Nikki said, ruffling up her own hair, "I feel like a new person."

"Whatever floats her boat." Alyssa said, as she turned around and left.

Several hours later, Nikki started feeling better. Sam and Nikki decided to go out. It was time they left the house, because staying in the same spot for too many days leads to getting caught by the cops. Alyssa knew about these things because she was caught a couple times. The girls knew they had to meet up with Alyssa who was most likely going to look for food, and if that was the case, they knew exactly where to find Alyssa.

Two hours later Nikki and Sam found Alyssa in the exact spot they thought they would find her. There was a part of town that was dedicated to help the homeless, and would set up a weekly food bank. It was first come first serve. They would also have a doctor out there and would give out free exams for a few hours every week. Sure enough Alyssa had a few bags worth of food, and water, and even some juice too. "Guess this is it" Alyssa said, "One of my friends has a large building we can go to. There is a lot of people living there, so it wont be just us. "

"Sounds good to me." Nikki said.

"Yeah, me too."

The girls started walking in the direction of their new temporary home. They found out quickly after living on the streets, you never actually have a home, and friends are never friends for too long. People come in your life and leave just as quickly.

Nikki started to slow down, "wait guys, I think I forgot something at our old place. I'll be right back." Nikki said, before taking off in a run towards their former home.

Nikki walked up the small path to the house she, and her friends occupied that morning. There was an awkwardness to the air, something unsettling was rolling around in the pit of Nikki's stomach. Looking around the neighborhood she once occupied, the sky was starting to get dark, as she made her way up the porch. Nikki tried to open the door, but it was locked, "Shit!" She exclaimed, if I go around back, I can get through the broken window. She thought to herself. She made it to the back, and worked the window open, and wiggled her way in. Once she was inside she started searching the house for what she left behind, a picture of her brother. She had always kept it hidden so no one would see it or take it. That picture gave her hope, and strength to carry on living her life in hopes she would one day find her brother. She felt guilty for leaving, but at the same time felt betrayed by her brother since he left her.

Nikki started making her way back out of the house, the picture of her brother tucked tight in her back pocket, as she jumped out of the window, and landed on the ground. That's when it happened. "Freeze, and put your hands in the air!" A cop yelled. Nikki knew she was done for this time. The cop made his way over to her, "Turn around, and put your hands behind your head." Nikki did as she was told, shaking slightly. She had never been arrested before, and didn't want to start now. Too late now, the cop hand cuffed her, and lead her to his police car. "What's your name?" He asked. "Nikki." She said in a low voice. "Do you have a last name?" The cop asked, as he finished writing down her first name. "Yes." She replied, "Moxley."

"What were you doing in that house, Nikki?" The cop asked nicely.

"I had to get something." Nikki answered truthfully.

"Are you living in this house?"

"No."

"Is this your house?"

"No."

"Did you break into this house?"

"Yes."

"How old are you?" The cop asked, as he continued to write everything down.

"Twenty – four." Nikki replied.

After getting an explanation as to why Nikki had broken into the house, the cop decided to arrest her, "I'm placing you under arrest for breaking and entering." After reading Nikki her rights, the cop placed her in the back of his cop car, and drove to the jail. It took a few hours to get through booking. When everything was finally settled down, I was put in a cell with a few other women. Some of them looked like they had just gotten into a fight, others looked like they just got picked up on the street corner if you know what I mean. I sighed to myself, and started to pace back and forth. I was exhausted, but my mind was on overdrive. There was too much yelling, and talking. I just wanted everything, and everyone to shut up. Over the next hour some of the women were taken out of the cell and released on bail, and others were brought to another cell where they would stay a bit longer. I guess that's how the system works. Finally it was my turn, another cop called my name, and lead me to a small room where he had me sit down. There was a few other cops standing outside, maybe just incase I decided to do something crazy, which wouldn't happen.

"Please have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" He asked me. He had silver colored hair, and was clean shaven. His cheek bones protruded out just enough, he was slender, and tall. He seemed like a genuinely nice person, but how should I know? I'm the one sitting in jail right now, he shouldn't be nice to me. "My name is Deputy Wilson, and I was asked to see if I could find anything on you." I sat there quietly, and listened to what he had to say. "Your so young for being homeless, I know you told the other cop that you have been living on the streets for a while, but how long is a while?" Deputy Wilson questioned. I gulped down my nerves, what would he do if I told him I'd run away as a teenager? Would he call my mother, and tell her they found me? I know what you must be thinking, yeah I'm an adult, so what does it matter if they inform my mother? She's a bitch, and I'd rather not see her again for the rest of my life thank you very much.

"I know you don't trust me, but it's ok to talk to me you know?" I hadn't even realized I was being so quiet until Deputy whats his face said anything. "I'm just tired I guess."

"That's understandable, but can you tell me how long you've lived on the streets?" Deputy Wilson urged again.

"I don't know… a few years now I guess." I decided on a simple answer instead of giving him the actual facts.

"I found a missing persons report filed for you, and we have contacted that person to come see you." His words hit me like a freight train. Could it have been my mom? No, it couldn't have, she was always drunk or too high to notice anything, she wouldn't have noticed me gone. Hell she didn't even notice Jon gone until I told them.

"Who filed the report?" I chocked out.

"Well why don't you see for yourself." The cop said, as he opened the door. I didn't recognize who it was at first. My mind was on overload, and I couldn't process what was going on. I stood up with shaky knee's, and stumbled back a bit. It couldn't be, could it? "J Jon… is that… you?" My mouth hung open, and my breath caught in my throat waiting for an answer.

"Nikki?" He asked. I nodded, and finally allowed the tears to spill, as I gasped for breath. It was all to much. I never thought I would see him again, and yet here he was right here in front of me.

"Nikki what happened? I came back for you just like I promised, but you weren't there. I came back everyday, and when I finally couldn't go back because I had to work I filed a missing persons report. I thought you were dead, because no one ever responded."

"I couldn't stay there anymore Jon. I felt bad for leaving, but I couldn't take it anymore. You said they wouldn't touch me because I was the good child. You promised they wouldn't hurt me because they loved me, but when I told them you left, and you weren't coming back… He…. He…" I had never told anyone what happened all those years ago, not until now, and being reunited with my brother, and reliving those events were too much to take in right now.

"Shhh, it's ok. I'm here now, and I promise this time I wont let anything happen to you again."

"Jon, he beat me. He beat me so bad, right in front of mom, and she didn't even try to stop him. He hurt me so bad, Jon. I left, and I wanted to find you I really did, but I didn't know where you were, or where to look for you. " I explained everything to Jon, and I cried everything out of me. I was so exhausted, I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep, but when I woke up I was in a bed. An actual bed, warm, in a bed, under sheet's and blankets, a real bed. I hadn't been in a real bed for so long I forgot what it was like to be comfortable. I rubbed my eyes, and adjusted to the dull light shining through the dark curtains of the room. "Jon?" I said, not sure if I had been dreaming. I was suddenly scared; I didn't know where I was, or how I got here. I started to panic, my breathing hitched, and I jumped when the door opened, only to relax once I was my brother walk in.

Chappie number dos is up, and FINALLY Jon Moxley aka Dean Ambrose makes his appearence. Hope you liked it, Review and I will update again!