Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

He's A Rebel Name Autumn Winters Nickname Auttie Age Newly 18 Siblings Thomas Tommy Winters 12 years old Setting Castle Rock, 1959 It had been barely two weeks since Tommy and I moved to this new small town called Castle Rock. And already, the arguments ensued. He had promised a new town, with a new job and a new life would change him for the better. But the reality was, my father was a drunk since my mother died two years ago. He had never had a drinking problem until then, and prior to her death, he was a calm man. Now, he was a raging lunatic with a violent temper, and even I could barely handle him. Although I was a woman, I could handle my fair share of a fist fight. I had no choice. If I wanted to protect my baby brother, I had to fight my madman of a father off physically. Because Tommy was a young boy, my father seemed to think punching him, burning him, and throwing bottles would make him a better and bigger man. And after the last incident, where Daddy dearest tried to burn Tommy's cheek off, I very well nearly bludgeoned my father half to death. Since that day, I vowed to kill my father if he ever put his hands on Thomas again. So far, he'd listened. But as for me, I'd began to take the beatings instead, but I considered it well worth it. Today had been just another day. Another argument another fight. I could only do one thing to escape, and that was leave the house. Luckily Tommy had joined a group of local 12 year old boys who hung out in a treehouse and often slept over and each other's houses. Lately, I had encouraged him to house hop, just until I could find a place for us to stay. Nevertheless, his new friends also brought new worries and more trouble. Because word had spread that the group was a target to an older gang of bullies, I had become increasingly concerned. Although, Tommy kept most of his group endeavors to himself. I figured the less I knew, probably the better. But I already knew too much that Chris' brother, Eyeball, was an asshole and personal pet of the Cobras gang leader Ace. The latter of which I could not stand. Our interactions had been bitter, borderline hostile, but still he thought he owned the whole town - and I hated arrogance. Despite this, I tried to avoid the jack rabbit of a gutter snipe. The last thing I needed was to be forced to move away from indulging in trouble. Just two weeks, and so far, there was too much it. I had been driving around town, trying to pick up some odd jobs. I applied to any place that was hiring, but in a small knit town - being the new comer was a disadvantage. Still, I had heard about a job down at the barn which was a small ways away, down a long country road. Unfortunately, my old 1950 Chevy truck and the tough country roads did not agree. Half way there, a loud pop that sounded like a gunshot echoed throughout the country plains. What in Jesus-! I shouted in my startled state. Something had punctured my tire, and it had completely blown. The car slowed, and I could hear the prominent smacking of the flopping truck tire on the road. God dammit! Pulling over, I angrily slammed the clutch into park and flew open the truck door. I hung half out of the vehicle to check my back tire - she was the one the one that popped. Shit... I hissed under my breath staring directly at the chewed up tire that blossomed like the flowers that surrounded me. Hopping down from the Chevy, I groggily walked over to the back wheel, sighing immensely as I calculated how much of a delay this would set. In my eyes, it was a pretty big one. Wasting no time, I grabbed a pair of mechanic gloves from the glove box and slipped them on. I unlatched the back of the truck and snagged the tool box and jacks. I threw them to the ground and began to set up the jacks - slowly and brutally lifting the corner of the car one push at a time. Luckily the truck wasn't on a drastic enough incline to start rolling- at least, it hadn't rolled yet. I moved on to get the tire, which weighed so much I could barely lift it. As tough as I thought I was, I nearly fell right over as I lifted it out of the truck.