Promise, Forever (A The Outsiders Fanfic)

Chapter 1: My Life

Hey guys! So this is the first chapter of the book. I hope you all like it! Thanks for reading and don't forget about my other account, MiLegacy09 thanks!

(Bella's P.O.V.)

I was quietly sitting in my room, reading a book when there was a knock at my window. I was kinda startled and as a result, I jumped and fell off the bed. I'm really jumpy when it comes to sudden noices. It's because my parents abuse me and my older brother Johnny. He's hardly home because he tries to stay away from this place as much as possible. Sometimes I think he forgets about me, but I know he doesn't.

I lifted myself off the dirty floor and back onto my bed near the window. I looked down and saw my brother there. I unlocked the window and pulled it up. Johnny then climbed through. He had a bag in his hand. He handed it to me. I looked inside to see a bunch of food inside. I looked up at him and he smiled. "Thanks." I spoke. I sat down and began eating.

Now your probably wondering what's going on. Well, because Johnny is so protective of me, I'm forced into my room and Johnny doesn't allow me out of the house, let alone my room even. So he always sneaks me food. Whether it's food from when he goes to school, or if he goes out and buys it from a store or restraint, I have no idea. As a result, I only get 2 meals a day, lunch and dinner. So I'm half starved in the morning. But I've gotten use to it.

"Wow, you must have been hungry," Johnny said, chuckling a little at the end of the sentence. I just shrugged. I'm usually very open to Johnny because I know he loves me. But I can be quiet as well. I know my brother is shy, but I'm 10,000 times worse then he is, and I have my parents to blame. That's why I never come out of my room. I did one time and could hardly walk for 3 days. Ever since then Johnny gave me a slip of paper with an address on it saying only ever in the worst possible case to come find him there. I was 6 then and believe it or not, I only come out of my room to take a shower or to use the bathroom. Other then that, I've been cooped up in my room ever since.

I finished eating and set the bag down. I looked over at the clock and it read 8:57 p.m. Johnny always tells me I can't go to bed any later than 9:00 so might as well go to bed. I slipped under the covers and pulled them up to my neck. It was a fairly cold night and I desperately wished for heat. "Night Bellz," Johnny spoke with a gentle voice. "I love you," he said bending down and kissing my forehead. "I love you too Johnny," I said back. He smiled and slipped out the window. I heard his feet hit the ground.

Johnny never stays home at night, he's gone every night before I fall asleep and every morning when I wake up. He sleeps at some place called the lot he tells me. I've always had nightmares ever since he started doing that, about 1 1/2 years ago. I don't tell him though because I don't want him to worry. He has enough responsibility already taking care of me everyday and doesn't need to be worried about my little kid nightmares.

Thinking about the things that could happen to him out in the open this late at night have always bothered me. I told him once, but he reassured me that he would be alright. I looked over at the picture of us when he was 12 and I was 4. We look somewhat alike, but you would never guess that we were siblings. That night I fell asleep thinking about if Johnny was alright, and what the outside world had to it.