getting kicked out/meeting Danny

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Y/n
One week after getting kicked out

I can't believe this, why would they kick their only daughter out!?! "FUCK!" I screamed out of frustration. Before playing my favorite artist, Bon Jovi.

"no one heard a single word you said. They should've seen it in your eyes. What was going around your head."
"Oh, she's a little runaway, daddy's girl learned fast. All those things he couldn't say. Oh she's a little runaway." I sang before I was interrupted.

"Hey, why aren't you inside? It's getting cold you should head inside kid." A guy asked, I couldn't see much besides his dark brown eyes that reflected moonlight.

"I got no place to go, no place to call home. My parents kicked me out a week ago. I got no job to pay bills, no where to sleep. No social stability." I said quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear.

"Well, come on. You can stay with me and my boys. I'm Danny by the way."

"Y/n"
"Well, y/n. Welcome to the Undead, follow me." He said walking away as I attempted to get up. He turned around seeing me struggle and frowned, picking me up. "Damn, how old are you?" He asked and I looked down, well, to his side.
"What day is it?"
"(Day after your birthday)"
"18."
"When's your birthday?"
"Yesterday."
"What the fuck, that still considered child abandonment. Which if caught could go to jail."
"Have you slept?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"Why?"
"To deprived."
"Hunger, water, or both?"
"Hunger. Some nice stranger left me  with a week's supply of water."
"That was nice of them. But tomarrow, we will get some food, the time you have to survive without food is 1 week and a day, to 3 weeks."
"How do you know this stuff?"
"My wife's a nurse."
"Oh, that's nice."

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