Matt Dillon Outsiders Novels & Stories

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

Mom then turned to me, looking at me with a pained and aggrieved expression once again. "Rene! Are you seriously going to let your dad and your brothers go to jail? They just made a mistake! It was just a family disagreement that should be easily forgiven!" I wiped the blood from my mouth again. "A mistake? You call it a mistake that you all punched, kicked, and forced me, your own biological daughter, their biological sister, to grovel and beg, all for the sake of an outsider? "Tell me the truth, Mom. I'm not your biological daughter, am I? It's Vivian who is your actual daughter, right?"

Almost like a prison cell. I go to the hospital and watch Dillion lay on his bed. I open the door and he turns to look at me. “When are you killing my mate?” Dillion asks. “I was hoping you would reject her first. Save me the trouble of having to comfort you,” I say standing over him.

Miranda said with a little sigh. “No, he doesn’t,” Lauren said. Usually she let Miranda’s statements pass by without an argument, but she couldn’t let that one go. Lauren had the poster with the cast of The Outsiders on it hanging on the back of her bedroom door, and she got a good look at Matt Dillon every morning. Tad did not look a thing like him. “He totally does!” Miranda insisted. “No way,” Lauren said. “Well, he’s going to be a junior and he has a Camaro,” Miranda said, as if this settled everything.

POV: Ava Dillan sent me an address, and I regretted agreeing to it the moment I actually arrived. An abandoned warehouse on the edge of the industrial district, nothing but broken streetlights and empty loading bays. Dillan was sitting in the front passenger seat of a blue van, a stranger beside him in the driver's seat, looking at me the way a predator looks at something it's already decided to eat. The second I stepped out of my car, Dillan was out of the van and on me, furious that I'd driven myself instead of letting him collect me. His hands wrapped around my throat before I could even get a word out.

Just as I was setting down my drink to go look for her, Dillon came swaggering through the pink saloon doors, and he caught my eye, heading straight for me. Dillon and Dalton were very similar in looks, but Dillon had added something to his life experience, moving away from our small town and our focus on wine and the land. It showed in the way he carried himself, more confidently, with a little more ego in his step, maybe. In some ways I envied him, but I couldn’t see myself ever leaving Solano Creek, leaving Mom and my family. This was where I was meant to be, especially with Dad gone. “Just talked to Hannah back there,” he said, leaning over the counter and keeping his voice low. “I like

Charlie smiled and asked, “Why? Based on the meaning behind your words, will this matter be over as long as I watch my attitude now?” “F*ck!” Dillion cursed angrily, “It’s already too late for you to watch your attitude now! D*mn it! You b*stard! The reason why I came here is to kill you!” Having said that, Dillion immediately said to the group of muscular and strong men around him, “F*cking beat him to death!” When the group of strong and muscular men heard this, they rushed toward Charlie immediately. When Marianne saw this situation, she subconsciously stood in front of Charlie and blurted out, “Dillion Brown! I will call the police to arrest you immediately if you dare to make a move on

The drugs became my only solace in a world that seemed determined to break me down. When Saturday came around and I made my trip to the store to see Dillion, I was left feeling disappointed. When I walked in, the guy told me that Dillion wasn't there. He had gone to a party and taken everything with him. I got the address for the party and decided that I would go home and get changed to go there and find him.

I don't know if my thoughts swing towards malnourishment because I offered her food, but I hate myself for thinking that way. "Thank you," she says again, holding her cup in both hands. Unsure if I should really be acknowledged for such a small gesture, I just give a small nod. I step outside while she eats and walk down the narrow walkway outside the restaurant. People walk to and fro, in and out of the restaurant and others just walk by. I throw my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, looking around the place. Some days I do this— I just stare around without knowing what I'm looking for and sometimes inspiration finds me by little things, like the old man sitting on the other side of the r

He managed to spot her again, but she was already near the exit, accompanied by a man in a black jacket. "Dang it!" he exclaimed, abandoning his trolley and sprinting after her, desperate to catch up. Avery watched in confusion as David dashed through the crowded mall without his trolley. "Where is he going without his trolley?" she wondered, perplexed by his sudden and urgent actions. David rushed outside, reaching the parking lot of the mall, desperately searching for Melissa. "Arrghhhh!" he shouted in frustration when he couldn't find her. Just then, a car drove past him and he saw Melissa sitting in the front passenger seat. He caught a glimpse of the driver, wearing the black jacket he