Where The Sun Doesn't Shine (Outsiders Fanfic)

Beginning

A/N: Okay, this is my first book and I'm new at this writing thing. I've been writing my whole life but just on paper and today, I decided to show the world my writing skills! I hope you all enjoy the book I'm going to try to post every month at the least, if I don't I give you all permission to yell at me. Ciao!

Love, Ash.

P.S: the music is just for fun, I think it fits well in the story. My opinion though.

------------------- Chapter one --------------------

"GET OUT!" Mom screamed at me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and dragging my limp body through the house and across the old wooden floors. The protruding nails ripped my clothes, creating new holes in my jeans as she pulled me to the front door. I fumbled with my footing, clawing at her wrists, anything to ease her hold. The fabric of my shirt crushed my throat, and I frantically gasped for air to alleviate the burning in my lungs.

The pounding in my ears drowned out the noise of the door, and I didn't even realize what was happening until my shoulder collided with the cracked pavement of our walkway. I skidded across the concrete, pain blossoming like flowers between my ribs.

I looked up, my vision blurry and fogged from the hit. My mother stood at the top of the porch steps, her cheeks blotched and her dark eyes hardened.

"Don't come back," She snapped, stepping back, and my heart leaped to my throat. She was doing it, pulling through with her empty threat of kicking me out. I dumbly watched as she sauntered away, her body disappearing behind the door as slammed it shut.

I laid there on my stomach in the weeds, my joints cracking as I lifted my agonizing body to my feet. Her blows hit harder today and the beating prolonged further than normal. She was too drunk to remember my curfew, and I came home later than she preferred.

My head spun and I tripped over my feet as I stumbled down the sidewalk. I cradled my shoulder with my hand, grimacing when the pain shot like lightning bolts through my body. It wasn't broken, but I sure as hell knew it was bruised.

My mom was sick, fell ill when Dallas left and Dad got incarnated for first-degree murder. Dallas has been gone for four years now, and I can't say I blame him for leaving. Mom's gotten worse over the years, succumbing to addiction and drowning her problems with cheap liquor.

"Dal where are you going?" I curiously asked, peering into his room and watching him shove his clothes into a duffel bag.

He briefly glanced my way, "A friend's house." He answered coldly.

"Oh," I nervously hummed, "Uh- How long will you be?"

He grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He easily flicked his zippo out and lit the end, puffing out a thick cloud of smoke that made my nose scrunch. I coughed lightly, and that seemed to resurrect his attention back onto me.

"I'll be back tomorrow Gene." He said, his voice gruff and annoyed.

"Okay..." I said uneasily. I didn't believe him, he was lying. His eyes were emotionless and his face stiff.

I watched as he zipped the duffel and slugged it over his shoulder, standing to his full height. He grabbed a few other things and I stepped aside and quietly watched as he made his way toward the kitchen.

I listened as he opened and closed cabinets, rummaging through snacks and cans. I didn't know where he was staying, but I knew he wasn't coming home tomorrow. Who needs this much to crash at friends?

Once he was done, he glanced my way, cocking a brow and smirking. I small smile tugged at the corner of my lips at the familiar sight, and he dropped the bag and pulled me to his side. He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of my head, and I wrapped my arms around his middle.