The Outsider's Imagines

angel eyes - j.c.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~y/n~

"Hey, I told you to stay inside," your brother growled, heaving me back into the room. "Gee, y/n, you don't ever listen to me!" 

"Dallas! I ain't a kid no more! You can't keep me locked up in here like a prisoner!" you shouted, rolling your eyes.

"Hey, you don't talk to me like that," he said menacingly, but it didn't phase you anymore. 

"I hate you!" you yelled, throwing a pack of cigarettes at his head and slamming the door to your closet. Crying angry tears, you opened a pack of cigarettes you had taken from him and lit it up. He never let you smoke, but you had been doing it for the past few months. Fifteen years old, and you still hadn't been allowed to leave. 

It had been the same thing ever since you can remember. Even when he had taken you to New York, you had stayed hidden in the basement. And when Dally got jailed for the first time, you stayed there for two weeks in the dark, alone, with only two apples and four bottles of water. When you both had moved to Tulsa, Dally had found a place to stay in Buck's and kept you in the room at all times. Not even Buck knew that you existed, much less anyone else. 

You angrily puffed out a smoke ring, trying to cool yourself off while staring into a broken mirror. You were basically a female Dallas Winston, and you hated that. You hated your brother and everything about him. If you could, you would dye your hair blonde or something just so you wouldn't look so much alike. 

As soon as you heard Dally leave, you emerged from your closet, heart beating. This was it. You were leaving, and never going back. Ever. You rummaged through a drawer and found a flannel that was two sizes too large, a switchblade, and a stack of cash. Then, you slipped out the window and out onto the road that you had looked at so many times but never set foot on. It had been at least two months since you had a good look at the sky. It was a lot bluer than you remembered. And then, you ran. Far away from Buck's until you were completely out of sight. 

Soon, it was night. And you had nowhere to go. It wasn't like you knew your way back to Buck's anyway, but it wasn't like you were going back. It had only been a few hours, but you loved your newfound freedom. Suddenly, you saw a blue mustang trailing you and quickly walked faster, but soon, they were on you.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing around this side of town?" one of the boys said, hopping out of the car and grabbing a stand of your hair. You had never really seen a boy, only Dally. Much less talked to one. "I ain't seen you around here before."

Anxiously, you slapped his hand away and continued walking down the road. So this is what your brother meant when he said that it was dangerous. "Hey wait a minute, let me give you a ride back." 

"No thank you," you muttered, walking faster. The boy grabbed your hand.

"I insist." 

You found yourself being pulled back to the car, and you started pulling against him. "Let go," you whimpered, punching his wrist. But he didn't let up. Thinking quickly, you grabbed the switchblade in your back pocket, opened it up, and sliced him right across his hand. He immediately dropped your hand.

"Fuck - you crazy bitch!" he roared, pouncing on you. He soon had your hand you pinned down as you frantically sliced through the air. Without hesitation, you screamed an ear splitting scream and kneed the guy in the groin. Startled, he released you and you quickly cut his Achilles Tendon to prevent him from running. Then, you ran. You didn't know where, but eventually, you stopped in an old abandoned parking lot to rest. Slowing to a stop, you bumped into something - or someone.

"Oh sorry," he muttered. It was a boy, maybe a year or two older than you with jet black hair and a scar on his left cheek. "Dally?" 

You looked around, looking for your brother. "Wait, you ain't Dally." The boy trailed off, confused. "Wha- who are you? I haven't seen you around here. An' you're a spittin' image of Dally." 

Nervously, you backed away. "Hey, hey, I didn't mean to scare ya," he coaxed reassuringly grabbing hand. "I'm Johnny. Johnny Cade." You looked up at him and stared straight into his deep brown eyes. Your stomach did a flip and you quickly pulled your hand away. You could feel your heart pounding inside your chest. His eyes were beautiful. Angelic, even. Angel eyes. "What's your name?"

He blinked and brushed his hair out of his face and waited for a response. "Y/N," you whispered. "Y/N... Winston."