**Rosalie’s POV**

“What’s your favourite colour?” I asked suddenly.  We had been in the car together for a whole 2 days and he had barely spoken to me. He was definitely not the brother I imagined him to be or necessarily wanted him to be.

“What?” he asked back “Your favourite colour? What is it?” “Oh um blue I guess.” I nodded and looked back out the passenger window. “What about yours?” I look back at him a bit surprised “purple.” “Favourite food?” his sudden interest in having a conversation took me by surprise.

“Pizza.” He chuckled at my answer confusing me slightly “What’s so funny?” “You are… from what I have observed from a wealthy family who probably feeds you high class food but you like pizza?” I laughed with him “Yeah I know but pizza is just delicious.” “I agree…it’s my favourite to.” I smile and play with my hands “You must have good taste then.”

“What’s your favourite thing to do?” “I love riding horses…I love the way you can connect with a horse and the way that it can be more of a companion than most humans and the feeling of freedom whenever you are on one.” I realise I am just droning on. “You’re kidding?” he says looking at me taking his eyes off the road “Dally the road!...and no I’m not kidding why would you ask that?” “Because that’s exactly how I feel about horses to.” “Maybe we are more alike than we think.” I chuckle and he does too.

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“You tired?” he asks me after I yawned “Yeah I am.” I won’t even try to deny it because I was too tired. He reached behind him and pulled out a blanket from the back seat “Here.” He holds it out to me “Thankyou.” I murmur and take it spreading it over me and falling into a deep sleep.

**Dally’s POV**

It was dark and the only light was the light from the head lights that came from the car and was lighting our way to New York. I looked over at Rosalie and she was dead to the world, she had a slight smile on her face and I hoped maybe that she was dreaming of something nice. I had only known her a few days but I loved her now and I felt protective of her like a big brother should be….I like I should have been for the past 17 years.

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“Rose…Rose wake up.” I say shaken her shoulder gently trying to wake her up she groaned and then sat up straighter. “What is it?” she rubbed her eye and looked at me. “We’re here.” I say and then look back at the crowded streets in front of me.

“So where exactly are we going?” she asks her voice groggy with sleep. “To my parents.” I say calmly. “Your parents?” “Yes!” I say more harshly than I intended to, the mere thought of my parents angers me. 

We arrived outside the crappy rundown apartment building where I grew up. “This is where you grew up?” her voice was full of curiosity. “Sort of.” I reply because I didn’t really grow up here I grew up on the streets of New York with my old gang and then I moved to Tulsa where Darry sort of took me under his wing.

“Sort of?” I look over at the innocent creature who has probably never seen a day of hard living in her life. “it’s a long story.” She just nodded her head and didn’t say anything else.

“Let’s go inside.” I say and hop out of the truck…I was numb of feeling I think because there were too many emotions I was trying to push away anger, sorrow, terror, rage, hate. How could one man do this to me?