Remember {O2L fan fiction}

Dakota

I gasped. "Mom! Stop gripping my arm so tightly!" I groaned and she pushed me into the car.

"You're in so much trouble."

"You can't do shit, mom! I'm 17 and I have a car."

"Oh, and where is that?" She smirked and I groaned, knowing it was parked at my home. I slipped into the car and turned back and saw Trevor running out of the hospital with the boys chasing Trevor.

Sam stayed back and sat down on the sidewalk. "Hazel!" Trevor called out and I wiped away a tear and Kian gripped on Trevor, stopping his running.

I gave him a sad wave and rolled up my window. "What a bunch of gays." My mom mumbled and I slapped her, causing the car to come off road.

"Don't you dare say that about my family!" I screamed and my moms knuckles came across my jaw.

"They're not your family! Never touch me again." She growled and I rolled my eyes. "I hate you." I mumbled and she chuckled.

"Sweetie, I don't care if you do or not. You're mine." She sighed and I scrunched up my nose.

We pulled into the driveway and I groaned. "Now c'mon now." My mom smirked and I pulled my phone out and saw a text from Sam.

"please tell me you're okay, Hazel. xxx ~S"

"I'm fine, I miss you. :'( ~H"

I didn't get any response after that and I ignored it and I felt arms come around me and I gasped.

"Sis!" I heard them say and I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned around. I saw a girl with dirty blonde hair, an arm tattoo, and 6 ear rings.

She was wearing black skinny jeans and a Brooklyn crop top with Doc Martens with a couple bracelets on her left arm.

"Dakota? Dakota Corrin?" I gasped and gave her a huge hug. "I missed ya, bestie!" I giggled and she hugged me tighter.

"Did your mom kill you for getting the tattoos?" She asked and I laughed. "Please! She was drunk, she didn't care. Still doesn't." I whispered the last part and giggled.

She was a month or two older than me, she had her own apartment and such.

"We've gotta hang out."

"That won't happen." My mom came and put her hand on my shoulder. "Get your hands off me." I moved from her grasp and she just chuckled.

"She has to meet someone and she is under house arrest. By me." I clenched my fists and Dakota gave me a soft look, making me calm down.

"Alright Ms.Monet. Bye." She said and road away on her skull penny board.

"Get your ass inside." She said and pushed me inside. I walked into the living room, it was a mess. Wine bottles, beer bottles, clothes everywhere. This place was disgusting.

"Why are there beer bottles? You only drink wine." I raised an eyebrow and a fit man came stumbling down the stairs.

"Heyyyyy, babe." He slurred and I was disgusted by the smell of beer came off of him. I rolled my eyes and looked at my mom.

"And you wonder why I left you."

"Don't speak to her like that." the man slurred and I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door.

I locked the door and fell onto my bed. I noticed my dresser had papers missing and I sighed.

"There you go Shawn. Just take my freaking songs." I said aloud and walked over to my guitar. I strummed it quietly and put it down.

"I hate it here."

"Really? How many times have you said that?" I gasped at the voice and turned to my open window. I chuckled.

"Hey Dakota. You scared me." She shrugged and gave me an earbud she wasn't using.

"Listen to this." I inserted the earbud in my right ear and began to listen.

"It's where my demons hide

Don't get too close

It's stuck inside

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide"

"Remember when we would listen to this song?" Dakota smiled and I sighed nodding.

"Yeah I do." I chuckled and slipped onto the roof with her.

"How's life been?"

"Well." I started off trying to gather my thoughts. "I have a boyfriend, his name is Sam and I have a house and Im next door to Sam."

"Sam PORTORFF?!" Her eyes widened and tried to gather her thoughts.

"No way..." She said giggling and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What??" I said looking at her and she sighed.

"He's my step brother."