It was cold out, very, very cold.
All Taryn had was the clothes on her back, the jewelry on her body, the shoes on her feet, and what could fit in her purse.
She knew she brought this on her self, but she also thought her mother was being a super bitch.
But Taryn was more scared, afraid, and alone more than anything right now.
Her Dokken hoodie was warm, but she knew that if she couldn't find a blanket, she'd be shit out of luck, and would freeze to death.
And why did she decide on her black go-go boots for her only foot wear?
And why did she only decide on the shiny black spandex, and a leather skirt?
And why did she bring 4 Dokken shirts and nothing else in the top department?
Taryn was just confused. Where would she stay?
If she stayed with Jenifer, her mom would find out.
Taryn would stay in a motel, but she decided to save up her money for a little longer.
She had to make $40.00 last a while, a long while.
And Taryn knew she would have to eat, but she was going to wait until she was absolutely famished.
She couldn't waste the money on a Cherry Pepsi and a thing of french fries if she didn't really need it.
She walked along the main highway, cars splashing her with puddles.
Taryn wanted to go after the drivers and snap there heads off, and the sad thing was, Taryn was getting a kick out of it, the thought of that made her smile.
Taryn was afraid that she would become psychotic, but if that was going to be her means of survival, so be it.
She had to do what she could to survive, and that was that.
She lost people who were close to her, she was definitely alone in the world.
Taryn walked a little way, before reaching a park.
She knew she was not in Springwood anymore, because she knew for a fact there was no park called Waterville Park in Springwood.
The park was really sleazy.
There was a basketball court and a tennis court on one side, then on the other was a few sings, a bathroom, and a path leading into the woods.
But it was very sleazy, Taryn saw people sitting near the swings, blaring Ratt, and doing drugs.
Taryn was a bit taken back at first, but then eventually she walked over to them.
It was really late at night, and Taryn just needed to rest.
"Hey." Taryn said, sitting next to a guy in a Def Leppard shirt.
"Hey sweetie." The guy said.
Normally Taryn would be taken back, but she just didn't give a damn right now.
Then a tall, skinny woman in a Ratt shirt and short cotton shorts came up to Taryn.
"Hey, I'm Pam. Junkie huh? I can tell." Pam pointed to Taryn's arms, as Taryn shoved her hoodie in her purse.
"Yeah, well yeah, I can't explain, I'm just done." Taryn said, knowing that any explanation is not what people would want to hear, she was only fooling her self.
Pam and the man just looked at Taryn, the park lights, serving as the only light.
"Yeah, okay, I have no where to go." Taryn said, she looked warn down and tired.
"Yeah same here. We fucked up our lives. Traded our hopes and dreams for sex, drugs, and metal." The man said.
"I have to be married to someone in Ratt." Pam said, looking frantically.
"I wanna be married to Don Dokken..." Taryn said, voice trailing off.
"Now, your a keeper, what's your name?" The man asked, smiling.
"Taryn." Taryn said, feeling a little more at ease.
"We can all go to Hollywood and I could marry Stephen Pearcy, and you can marry Don Dokken! And you, Jack, you can marry Lita Ford! We'll all be so happy!" Pam said, her eyes glimmering.
"Yeah, that would be the life!" the man, Jack said.
"Jack, uh what time is it? If it's 2:30 AM, I needa get back to the strip club!" Pam said.
"What are ya? A stripper?" Taryn asked.
"Yes, okay?" Pam said.
"Okay." Taryn said.
"Yeah, you better hurry your ass up there." Jack said, checking the little portable alarm clock, that was next to the boom box.
Pam an like hell. Taryn and Jack just swung on the swings.
"Where you from?" Jack asked.
"Springwood. I got kicked out."
"That sucks, I'm from Haddonfeild, I ran away. Say, how old are ya anyway, Taryn?"
"15." Taryn said, all of a sudden, going really high on the swing.
"I'm 17." Jack said.
"Cool, and how old is Pam?"
"21. She ran away from her past."
"Cool."
"Yeah, so you, uh a Dokken fan?"
"Hell yeah." Taryn said, smiling widely.
"Awesome. Great band. Got kicked out of a Dokken/ Metallica show for starting a huge mosh." Jack said, sounding proud of it.
"Kick ass! I was too busy admiring Don." Taryn said, sounding embarrassed.
"Haha, that's cool." Jack said.
"Yeah, but yeah. So do you like mind if I just hang around with you guys for the time being? I have no place to go." Taryn asked.
"Sure! Your a pretty cool girl." Jack said.