Kayla's pov (unless I say other wise)
When I walked out of my house into the darkness of the night, I knew I was making a big mistake. I shouldn't walk alone at night, but I had no choice.
I had to get out of that house. I can't stand being around my father he beats me all the time. I'm Kayla but my friends call me Kay or icy because I'm a cold hearted bitch. I don't care about many people except my mom and my best friend. An of course my self. My mom and I used to be extremely close but now that my dad's become a drunk she's working two jobs to keep food on the table. I look almost exactly like my mom. She's got blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, and pale skin. She's about 5'4" and very cold hearted at times. Let's get back to me now. I've been in jail six times. I've been in for mostly fighting in gang fights,and robbing stores,but jail don't bother me anyway. I met my best friend Kaitlyn Stevens when I was in jail and we happened to get released the same day. We walked each other home that day. An we live across from each other. I have long red hair, which I dyed it red. It was originally blonde. I have light chocolate brown eyes. I'm about 5'2" and a little curvy. love running with the bad kids. I keep my head high and my nails black. I always got my blade on me, in the streets of New York it isn't a good idea to walk alone without a blade. So I keep one on me at all times.
My best friend Kaitlyn is like me in every way except her looks. She's about 5'6" and curvy as well, but she's got long black hair and brown eyes that sparkle like the sun. We're just alike so that's Why we're best friends. I'm glad of that too. I heard a car in the distance,
I hoped that it wouldn't be the rivalry gang that always picks fights with my gang. I kept walking picking up my pace a bit. Soon the sound became louder as the car approached me. I started running only to be tackled down by 2 guys. "Where do you think your going brat?" One of them said while holding me tightly on the ground. I tried getting loose enough from his grip to grab my blade I always carry.
It was no use I couldn't even budge.
I felt a cold blade against my throat.
I swallowed hard hoping he wouldn't cut me. I breathed heavily as everything became blurry.
"Let her go! Or else." I heard another voice say. I felt the blade slide across my throat, then everything went black.
I opened my eyes to see a guy whom I'd never seen before sitting next to me.
I got my blade from my back pocket and flicked it open before speaking.
I leaned up and faced him.
"Tell me who you are, Why you have me here and what do you want from me?" He chuckled. He must think I'm playing damn I will cut him so quick.
"I'm not going to hurt you so put that blade away. Will ya'?
I nodded and closed the blade and put it in my back pocket.
"So you still haven't answered my question." I said looking at him sternly.
"I'm Dallas Winston but call me Dally.
I saved you from those guys that jumped you. I saw you trying to grab your blade and I knew you couldn't.
I saw the whole thing there was no way you could have reacted in time."
I nodded at his statement.
"Thanks." I couldn't help but notice his dark brown hair , chocolate eyes, and round like face.
"How old are you?" I asked out of the blue. "I'm sixteen ,what about you?"
"I'm fifteen, I'll be sixteen in a month." I said still admiring his features.
I guess he noticed my starring.
"You know it's not nice to stare at people. An uh What's your name?" "Oh I'm sorry Winston I can't help that I like what I see." I said with a smirk. "An my name is Kayla Merrill. I added.
"Ah we've got a flirt, alrighty then I can handle that." I smirked back.
"Oh really now? He chuckled.
"Yes babe I can."
"Don't call me babe." I said sternly.
"I'm sorry."
