Chapter One

Disclaimer- I do not own the Lost Boys.

A/N- this story deals with child abuse, so I am sorry if I offended anyone by using it in the story. And sorry to any who has dealt with child abuse. Oh and Star and Laddie are not in this story.

The screaming was getting louder.

“When I found you, you were a drunk. Wasted away in a bar!” a women screeched.

“And when I found you, you were dancing around a pole in a bar. And look 15 years later you still are” a man bellowed.

“Well I’m making money which is more than you can say” the women yelled back

“What did, you say bitch!” the man yelled.

“You heard what I said jackass”

I was use to the yelling by now, after all it had been going on in my house since I was little. Back then it scared me, but now I didn’t care as long as they weren’t yelling at me.

It went on for an hour, then the subject switched back over to me, what had started the whole fight fifth-teen years ago.

“Well if ya didn’t want the kid ya should’ve use protection!” the women yelled.

“Ha! I have never use protection in my life. Besides that’s the women’s job” the man sneered.

“I’m leaving” the women said simply.

“What?” the man asked in surprise.

“I said I’m leaving, I can’t take it anymore. Good bye Bill, the kid is your responsibility now”

“No, you can’t leave me with that kid! You have to take her with you!” the man yelled in a demanding tone.

The kid. That was my name in this house, the kid, they didn’t both calling me by my real name, Ryan, why in hell they gave me a guys name I have no clue.

“No” the women sneered.

There was a door slamming, and muttering.

I heard loud foot steps walking towards the room, then the door slammed open.

A man in his early thirties but looked to be in his late forties stood there. His shaggy hair greasy and a mess, a beard starting to grow and eyes bloodshot from drinking to much.

He strutted over to me and grabbed me by the arm pulling up from my sitting position.

“Look what you did bitch! You made her leave you fucking idiot!”

“Oh I didn’t have to do much, I mean with you drinking all night and being a complete jackass” I said sarcastically.

SMACK!

I fell to the floor, from the blow.

My face was stinging; I really had to learn to keep my mouth shut.

“What did you say bitch!” he screamed.

“You heard what I said! I yelled angrily getting up.

He yelled in rage then punched me in the stomach.

I didn’t fall.

He punched me in the face.

This time I fell.

Then he kicked me in the ribs a few times.

“That’ll teach you to talk back to your father” he sneered.

“Your are not my father” I squeaked pathetically clutching my sore ribs.

“How dare you speak to me like that” he said.

“Look at me when I’m taking to you!” he yelled.

I didn’t look at him.

“I said look at me!” he bellowed.

I still didn’t look.

He yanked me up by my arm.

This time I looked him in the eye.

“You are my daughter, and I have a right to you”

He tightened his grip on me.

Then he shoved me on the floor and walked away.

I lay there for what seemed like hours then I heard the door slam and the old car rattle off.

I got up slowly and limped to the bathroom.

God I look awful.

There was a dark bruise forming already where he slapped me, a cut on my forehead was bleeding badly.

I pulled off my shirt to examine my aching ribs.

Bruised with a little cut, but no broken, I’ve had worse though.

I peeled off my clothes and got a long shower.

I put on my tight jeans with the rips in the thighs and knee’s and my black tee-shirt and threw on my old beat up leather jacket and my black and white converse shoes.

The bleeding had stopped by now and I had no intentions of being here the rest of the night when that man came back drunk.

I should probably stay away for a few days.

I grabbed a ten from the counter; he’ll probably think he spent it on booze.

I deiced to go to the board walk. It was only a half-hour walk from here; it would be dark by the time I got there.

I walked in silence, I had a few friends but none of them real close. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now anyway.

I had worse beatings then the one I just had but every time I got one I never wanted to talk to anybody.

That was why when I did bother going to school everyone thought I was quiet.

I was walking slower than my usual fast walk because I was trying to hide my slight limp. The other day that man I’m forced to live with threw hid beer bottle at me, it hit me straight in the leg.

I was now at the board walk and deiced to rest my leg and sit down.

I watched a father play with his two daughters.

I remembered how that use to be me, my dad and my sister.

Yeah my dad was never use to be the way he was, it was only after my older sister went missing and was never found that he became like that. Well sort of, he favored my sister over me. Roxy, was suppose to be an only child, I was a mistake.

Just an accident from not using protection.

I started to think about my life, I was a fifth-teen year old girl. With long dark brown almost black wavy hair that went down to my mid-back and grey eyes, not that tall, I guess I looked ok, but I always wished I had a different eye color, not a stone cold grey.

I started to get this funny feeling like someone watching me. It felt wired people always ignored me. just passed me off as another troublesome teenager.

I glanced over at the movie store, was that bike guy just staring at me?

I looked over again, the blonde biker was having what seemed like an anger filled conversation with the dorky looking owner.

David’s POV

“Max, she’s just a kid! I don’t want a little girl fallowing us around everywhere” I hissed.

“She’s only three or two years younger than Marko”

“Don’t drag him into this” I hissed at him.

“Don’t argue with me David”

“Why do you want to turn her anyway?” I questioned him.

“Fallow her around, spy on her while she’s at her house. Then you’ll see why” Max said.

“Fine” I said and left.

“What he want?” Marko asked.

“Look’s like were getting a little sister boys” I said and got onto my bike.

“What do you mean?” Paul asked.

“Her” I said nodding towards the girl sitting on the bench.

“She’s a little e young isn’t she?” Marko said.

“Yeah, but Max said something about if we wait until she grows up something might happen” I grumbled.

“What the hell is that suppose to me?” Paul questioned.

“How the hell am I suppose to know?”

Paul just shrugged.

“Come on then, we might as well make ourselves known” I said noticing that the girl was now gone.

We biked around for an hour before we found her walking alone on the beach.

There was no one except her and this group of teenaged boy’s that seemed to be giving her a hard time.

Ryan’s POV

Why wouldn’t those jack ass leave me be?

“Come on honey, one little kiss isn’t gonna hurt ya!” one of them shouted.

One of them grabbed my arm and twirled me around.

I tried to break free of his grip but my ribs were still hurting.

“Now, now sugar I ain’t gonna hurt ya” he slurred drunkenly.

“Will you fucking let me go!” I snapped.

“Ahhhhh lookie she’s a little feisty. I like that”

One of them grabbed my arms and held them behind my back nearly twisting my arms.

One of them came a bit closer and I kicked him in the stomach.

He doubled over in pain mumbled cusses.

“Serves ya right jackass” I snapped.

“What did you say to me?” he sneered standing up.

“Oh come on, your not deaf are you?”

“Your gonna pay for that” he hissed.

“Yeah like anything you do will hurt me” I was bluffing there, I knew he could do a lot to me that could hurt me.

“Oh yeah girlie” he started to walk towards me again then paused.

“Joe, get her legs” one of them came over and grabbed my legs.

“Now, lets see what you have to say now girlie” he sneered.

He walked towards me slowly approaching me a menacing smile plastered across his face.

Suddenly he lunged forward kissing me smack on the lips.

“Hey get fucking off of her!” someone yelled.

The one kissing me got off of me and said “Oh yeah what ya gonna do about it?”

I looked over it was the biker I saw earlier but he was with five other guys this time one of them had long curly blonde hair and what looked to be a homemade jacket with patches on it looked to be only a few years older than me.

“We’ll show you what we’ll do about it!” the other blonde with the wild hair yelled.

A/N—what you think? I hope Ryan didn’t seem like a Mary Sue, I hate those things.