*two days later*

The hospital did more harm to me than good. I fell even more in love with Dally than I thought was possible! I keep telling myself that if you get attached to someone, your gonna get hurt. I learned that the hard way.

One day my mom and I came home from work, nothing unusual. That was until my mom went into her room and came running out screaming. Following her was a maniac dragging my father behind him, at gun point. He said that my father owned him money and that unless we could come up with 30,000 dollars(which believe me, nobody has) he would kill him. We begged and pleaded and even tried to reason with the man, but the more we begged, the more frustrated he would get. We searched the house for any money we could find, but we came back with 11 dollars and 46 cents.

I was more connected to my father more than my mother, and when he died, so did part of me. My brother had died just three months before that. He was jumped by the typical city kids from Alabama. The city in Alabama is almost as bad as New York. We had lived in New York for 14 years and nine months. I was jumped a LOT. Yet my friends still told me, after all I've been through, I put on the bravest face anyone has ever seen.

It's kinda true. No one but my mom and nobody knows anything about my life. And I like it that way. Keep everyone and everything out and happy. The only reason I'm not locked in my room all the time depressed is it hurts the people around me. Plus I just got kidnapped. So...

I can't get hurt again or I might snap. I've tried to be this sweet girl who seems like I have no problems whatsoever. It hasn't been working out so good. Some people(a lot of people) in New York see me as a cold, hard, heartless girl you don't want to mess with. They called me Ruff Ry. Hey, in my defense you need to no how to fight and get people to back off. As long as you're in New York. I was more of a sweet lollipop girl in the short 4 months in Alabama. I still try to be but in Tulsa... there may need to be some changes.

Okay so anyways, when I got out of the hospital I kept trying to bring back the mean tuff side of me. I also was trying to avoid Dally. He seemed to be trying to do the same thing. Ever sense I got here he seemed to have been softening up for me. That was bad, but now he's trying to make himself tuff again.

I decided that I would need one more thing to add to my new tuff look. I brought ten dollars with me to the shop and went over to the leather jackets. I have stolen before. I knew the drill. I brought in my black sweatshirt that could easily be mistaken for a leather jacket by someone not paying real close attention. I made sure no one was looking and quickly slipped the sweatshirt on to the hanger that the jacket had been on. The jacket was now draped on my arm with all tags removed. I walked out looking not interested in anything and no one suspected a thing.

When I was walking back home, I slipped on the leather jacket and put my hair in a loose side braid. I was wearing my white shirt and the jeans that I had cut into shorts. I was also barefoot. The only shoes I have are my pointe shoes and I don't think that I can walk around a place like this in ballet shoes. When I passed by a window I stopped and stared at my reflection. I already started to look like my old New York self. I just have to get back the cold look in my eyes. That would be the tricky part though. Bringing back the cold look in my eyes meant I'd have to be a cruel heartless person again. That would brake others hearts and mine.

While I was considering this a cool looking car pulled up behind me and the guys inside it said,"Hey good lookin'. Wanna go for a ride?"

Without looking at them I growled,"Not unless you want your head to be separated from your body."

They all got out of the car. "Excuse me?"

I whipped around. "You heard me. I didn't mumble."

They all stared at me in shock for a while before running into their car screaming," Ruff Ry is back!!"

I watched their car speed away noticing the I ❤️ New York decals on the back window. There was also a quick flash of a camera.

I just sighed and continued walking. When I got back home the same cool car was parked outside and there was a lot of yelling going on inside. I walked through the door to one of the guys who tried to get me to go with them was yelling,"Dal I swear it was her. Dave show him the picture! I got the wanted poster from NY."

He started to hand Dally the picture and I ran in between them."Hey Dal. I'll just take those and dispose of them properly."

I yanked them from his hands as the other guy backed away shacking and pointing at me. Dally started to look suspicious and tried to snatch the pictures back. I backed up just in time and ran to my room and locked it behind me.

Dally came running after me and started banging on the door. "Rylee! Open the door before I break it down!"

I nervously glanced around then went over to the window.

"Go for it!"

I heard the door crash open and Dally run in. But by then, I was out the window and running down the street.