I'm Y/n Mathews, I'm 16. I have a cousin Two-bit but he lives all the way in Tulsa. I liked Two-bit he was real funny and knew how to cheer someone up. I hadn't seen Two-bit in ages because of all the things going on at home.
My mother died when I was 10, ever since my dad became an alcoholic. He thought that it would help him, get his mind off things, you know? He had two sides to him, I mean he could be real nice sometimes but that's when he didn't have a beer in his hand, which was hardly ever and then the next he's beaten me and screaming at me.
I wasn't a greaser but I sure ain't no soc. I don't go by labels, before my mother died we were a well known family, we had money. All my parents ever cared about was money and what other people thought of us.
I use to have a older brother, he was real nice. Whenever our mom and dad were fighting, he was there. I was only young but I had to grow up fast. The peer pressure and drinking got the best of him and one night the police found him dead in his car. It was heartbreaking to loose someone that was always there for you.
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"That's it I've had enough of your bullshit!" I screamed at my dad.
"Why don't you just leave, SLUT!" his words hurt me.
"Great idea" I said as my eyes watered, trying so hard to not let the tears out.
I ran upstairs, grabbing all the money I had, all my clothes and everything I needed. I put them into a small bag. As I walked out I stole some of my dads money that was on the bench without him noticing.
"I hope I never see you again!" I shouted as I slammed the door behind me.
I didn't know what to do or where to go. I didn't have much money, but I wanted to be as far away from my father. The first placed that popped in my mind was New York.
I hitched hiked, rode with random truck drivers, caught some busses and trains and after a whole night of travelling I finally got to New York.
I was tired and needed some sleep, I didn't know where I could go so I walked to the nearest bar. After a couple drinks there, my eyes scoped the bar to notice a stranger staring at me. I decided to walk up to him.
"Can I help you?" I asked cocking a eyebrow.
"Uhh no sorry I was just-" before he could finish I cut him off.
"Don't worry about it, anyways I'm Y/n Mathews" I said grabbing his hand and shaking it.
"Jack, Jack Williams. So you New around here?" he gave me a smile.
"Yeah I just moved here, anyway you know any places I could stay tonight?"
"Yeah actually I gotta place, but you'll have to pay half the rent" Jack said as a smile appeared on my face.
"Yeah that's ok, thanks!"
"Anyways let me show you New York baby!" He said as we both laughed.
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~Two years of living in New York~
Jack and I became best friends, he got me a job at the bar and that's how I made some cash. I knew all the streets in New York and everyone on the streets.
Me and Jack would always break the laws for fun, it would help me get my mind off things and it was fun to have some excitement in my life.
I've been in the cooler once or twice, after moving to New York I guess I've changed.
Jack would always tell me about one of his good friends Dallas Winston and how he would of liked me, but I didn't think much of it.
