I can't believe he was serious. He really wants me to leave. Where the fuck am I gonna go!?

A few days later

I was wandering the streets of New York. Tired. Hungry. Scared. I still haven't found a place to stay yet.

And for some unknown reason, when New Yorkers see a 15 year old girl with a bag full of clothes, starved and beaten they don't even think twice about it. Strange.

I was about to give up hope and just crawl in a hole somewhere and die. Not that anyone would miss me if I did. When I heard someone utter the name Winston.

I looked around and saw a guy with dark black hair talking to a guy with Brown hair. I walked over. Shy to confront them.

"U-um. Excuse me." I say quietly. The black haired one looks down at me and scoffs. Like I was dirt on his shoe or something.

The brunette however looked down at me and his expression was much softer than the other.

"Sorry kid we don't donate to the homeless." The black haired one says coldly.

"S-sorry. I just heard you talking about s-someone named Winston? Do you know where I could find them?"

The brunette smiled slightly but the black haired one stuck his stupid nose in the air.

"You mean Dallas?" He asks. I nod my head quickly and my heart skipped a beat.

"He lives in Oklahoma miss." He says. My smile drops immediately. Oklahoma!

"O-oh. Sorry to bother you." I turn to leave but the brunette stops me.

"Wait, why're you asking?"

"O-oh. Dallas is my brother. I was needin somewhere to stay for a while. Old man kicked me out. Sees I'm too late for that. I'll be on my way now sir." I say turning around once more.

The brunette stops me again by putting his hand on my shoulder and I flinch. He immediately draws back.

"Sorry. But I could help you get there. I'm from Oklahoma myself. Just visiting my dear brother." He says patting the black haired ones back.

He looks away from the both of us stubbornly.

"Oh. That's nice. But I don't wanna be a bother."

"It's no trouble miss. I'd be happy to take you to your brother. Say, why are you two separated anyways? Your parents split up or something?"

This was something I didn't like talking about with strangers. Or anyone really.

"Dallas left home after he got arrested. Just packed up and left without sayin a word." I replied.

"So your mother just puts up with your dad kicking you out?"

Yet another topic I wasn't comfortable with talking about.

"Ki- died a few years back." I stopped myself. The man looked skeptical but didn't question.

"Sorry to hear. How bout we get you back to my dear brothers house and get you all cleaned up and fed. We leave for Oklahoma tomorrow morning." He says.

I nod slowly and despite the brothers protest we were on our way.

When we got to his house I was actually amazed. I've never seen houses this big up close before.

We walked inside and I gasped. I didn't even wanna walk in because I was afraid I would contaminate or ruin anything I touched.

But the brunette man assured me it was okay while the black haired man just walked off angrily. He didn't even try to protest. It seems when this brother makes up his mind, it's final.

Suddenly a woman dressed in a pink apron and hair curlers knotted in her ginger hair came running out of the kitchen.

"Oh Bryan another... guest. Isn't she rather young for you?" She asks observing me.

"God no Natasha. I am a high class man. I would never stoop so low as to taking a teenagers innocence. No she needs help getting to Oklahoma."

The woman called 'Natasha' nods slowly and observed me once more.

"God she's filthy. What's wrong with her?" She asks as though I'm not even here.

"Her dad threw her out. Didn't even catch how long she's been staying on the streets. Her brother lives in Oklahoma." So called 'Bryan' explains.

"You poor thing. Let me run you a bath. Are you hungry?" I nod my head sheepishly. To afraid to speak at the moment.

"My god is she a mute?"

"Oh no. She talks very well. Must be frightened the little Vixen eh?" I shuddered. How does he know my name.

"Alright darling. Let's get you in the bath and I'll fix you up something to eat how's that?" I nod slowly and Natasha leads me to the grand bathroom up the stairs.

She turns the tap on and starts a hot bath. She turns and leaves.

"You poor thing. How long have you been on the street?" She asks. I look down.

"6 days." I reply quietly.

"You poor thing. Have you eaten anything?" I shake my head no and she sighs.

"What's your name?" She asks as the tub fills up.

"V-vixen. Vixen Winston."

"That's an odd name." I shrug slightly. What does she have against my name?

"Well get in the tub and clean off. I'll be back up in a jiffy." I nod and she leaves. I strip of my clothes and slowly sink myself into the hot water.

Sighing as I came in contact with my aching bones. I can't remember the last time I've had a proper bath.

I was always afraid to at home unless my dad was gone. I was always scared he would come in and start beating me while I'm naked.

I rinsed myself of dried blood, dirt, and other substances that have made their way on my skin before I washed my hair.

When I was done I slowly got out groaning as my muscles ached. The cold air made me shiver and I wrapped myself in a fuzzy white towel.

I dried myself before digging through my bag and finding something to wear.

I settled on a pair of baggy grey sweat pants I found in Dallas' room a few years back and a black tank top.

I left the bathroom after stuffing my dirty clothes in my bag as well. I went downstairs to be greeted by a heavenly smell.

My stomach growled painfully and and I found myself in the kitchen. Natasha, Bryan and the black haired man were seated at the table talking.

"That poor girl you should be takin her to a hospital not Tulsa." Natasha scolds.

"Listen Nat. I would but I have to get home and I would hate to leave her here alone. I'm pretty sure her brother is the only person she has left." Bryan explains.

The black haired man just sat stiffly looking in his cup of coffee. What is his probably with me?

"I slowly come out and Natasha stands quickly.

"Are you Alright? The food is almost ready." I nod slowly. After that bath I felt much much better.

Natasha ushered me to sit at the table and I did so hesitantly. I felt my arm pop slightly and I groaned in pain.

"Poor thing. Look at all those bruises." I hear Natasha mumble to herself by the stove.

She quickly finishes up the meal and hands me a plate. I've never seen so many foods on one plate at the same time before.

I looked up at her almost as if confirming this was mine.

"I-is this mine?" I ask quietly.

"Of course honey."

"Wow. I've never had some much before. Thank you." I reply.

I grabbed the fork she had set out for me and she whimpers.

A few hushed whispered were shared around the table and I happily, but cautiously dug into my food.

Which by the way. Was to die for.