This is the story I fixed up to descript and show Dee's first love and a bit of her history.

I remember that cold fall like it was yesterday. The leaves were snuggled on the auburn grass; the air was tinged with some deep smoke. I was standing inside my tiny boxed room, within my sixth foster home. When I was born, my mother had died, when I was two, my father had given me up. By that time, I was too old, and no one wanted me.
Each house was horrid; the parents were abusive, seductive, or plainly idiotic. I was constantly harassed, and couldn’t spend very long in any, because eventually, they took me back to the agencies. I was twelve at the time, and honestly, utterly horrified. It was the first house that I felt like I wasn’t good enough to live in. Out on a farm, the house was practically a mansion. My bed was made of plush feathers, and it bounced when I jumped on it, unlike the other houses, which had wiry and colossal bedding that screeched when you rolled.
I remember there were two boys there at the time, Kojo and Min. Kojo was my age, and Min was fourteen. I remember meeting them, sticking out my forepaw to grasp theirs, Min being excessively friendly, and Kojo simply grunting, plainly showing that he had had a rather hard time in his past life. Kojo, much like me, was a foster child, while Min was a child of blood, and like all blood children, was treated like a god.
One night, many weeks after moving in, Min had snuck into my room, and ultimately tried to sexually harass me. If it wasn’t for Kojo, randomly bursting in and throwing Min to the floor, slamming his face into the bed frame, I would have lost my innocence. When the parents, Annie and Bedford, had come in, they had to pry Kojo off.
They were going to send him away, but I made sure they hadn’t. I enforced that they couldn’t, and that Kojo was only protecting me. Min had stayed away for a very long time, yet the rare moments he came on to me; Kojo was there to give him a mouthful.
When I was just a young girl, from the moment Kojo had sworn to protect me, I had been in love with him. One night, I remember hearing the parents scream at Kojo, slam the door, and storm away. I had snuck very gently through my room, opened his door, and climbed into his bed, where I sat at his feet the whole night.
At one moment during the night, after many moments of being curled up to his toes, he sat up and told me he was sorry that I had to be here, and that I didn’t deserve it like he did. I had sat up, staring down at him, and leaned over, grabbing his extremely small hands. “You’re the nicest boy I’ve ever met.”

Over the years, I, Dee Leonne, had pledged to protect him like he protected me. Three years had passed, and I remember so vaguely, leaning over the counter top, tapping the granite counter, as the parents prepared a first class meal. A new girl had joined us, she was thirteen, and her name was Julianne. She was very quiet and rather rude at some moments.
I was waiting impatiently for Kojo to come home. It was amazing we had stayed in one house for so long, because we both thought at some moment they would find the perfect excuse to kick us to the curb.
Kojo was the one I had trusted with all of my secrets, I told him about the perverted siblings and fathers, and the defined and ignorant mothers. Suddenly, I heard the door swing open, a few footsteps, and then two large arms wrap tightly around my waist, grasping so tightly it almost ripped my spine. In reply I leaned backwards, laying my head on his chest, utterly relieved that he had returned home.
Some days, I was almost positive he was going to run away from me. He had been through so much. Sometimes, he woke up screaming, gasping for air, from the night terrors that had chosen to haunt him. Memories of getting his fingers nailed to the wall, of abuse and of traumas.
He spun me around after a few moments, still holding tightly to my waist, one hand stroking the side of my cheek. He had the oddest look to him, deep grey fur, with slightly darker bangs. One eye was a bright blue, the other brown, his muzzle jutting out in a soft, yet defined way, his jaw slightly slanted to show the war wounds of times past.
My favorite part of his face was the deep scar he had across his eye lid; it was so thick, almost as if it had recently happened. After a few moments, I snapped gently out of my daze, gave him a much relished smirk, and broke away, veering through the kitchen to grab a fledged plate, to make my supper up.
After Kojo and I’s love had bloomed, the parents had moved him to the basement and me to the attic, just so it was harder for us to reach each other. I stared out the crested window, in which was narrowly painted with the dark black sky, the stars twinkling overhead; the grass was a fresh green shade. The parents had been very into horse sports, they wanted us all to have our own horse.
Kojo didn’t want one, yet after a couple years, he had really learned to love Maze, his beautiful white mare. Some nights, I could barely see him out in the field, speaking to her in that severed, and lingering tone.
I twisted my body around, opening the latch that pulled the ladder to the ground. I leapt down, landing very silently, sneaking through the dark halls, and finally nearing the stairs that lead to the basement. I took each step so silkily, and finally, after a few droned moments, I had hit ground, staring into the darkness. There were no windows, no ventilation, and no heat. It was absolutely freezing.
Suddenly, a very loud, Boo erupted through the shade, and then, I was swung up from the ground, where I dangled over Kojo’s shoulder, trying to muffle my laughter. He took such slinky steps, and finally slammed me down onto his very plush bed.
The lamp in his room gave off a lanky orange shade, illuminating the couch in the far corner, the very cramped desk, and his petite nightstand. His closet was on the far corner, and it gave me very strong chills.
He leaned downwards, plopping me a very quick peck, than stood up, allowing me to regain my balance, pushing my body backwards so I was up against the backboard, watching him as he did what he needed.
He grabbed something off of his desk, than turned around, staring at it for a few moments, “What’s that?” I asked with a concerned face, tapping the part of his bed in which I wanted him to join me.
He crept over, leaping up beside me, pulling me as tightly as he could into his side, than lifted the paper up to the light. It was a picture of me when I was thirteen, I had won a barrel racing challenge for juniors, and I had the most ecstatic smile on my face.
My eyes narrowed to glare at him, shaking my head playfully. “Why on earth would you keep this?” I ripped it from his hands, leaning my head on his shoulder to give it a rueful look. “I look like an idiot.”
He simply shook his head, pulling it back and laying it on his nightstand. “No reason.” He let off a slight chuckle, grabbing the hand in which the picture had been for a few seconds, entwining his rather bulk, long bony fingers, with mine.
I nodded, staring up at him. I could feel his warm breaths, the very loud thud of his heart, and all I could really do is sit there, not be able to say anything. “Tell me something interesting.” He said very keenly.
“What would have happened if you hadn’t been there, and Min had raped me?” My voice slightly creaked, yet I held it together.
“Then I’d probably be dead by now.” His voice was stern, and his hand released mine, grasping the side of my confused face. I’d always known about his suicide attempts, how sometimes his depression had torn him inside out and he had taken his switch blade and was inches from stabbing it straight through his neck.
I nodded, dropping my head, and suddenly, with a peep, “I just remembered!” He sat up very gently, trying to not entirely disrupt me, and went into his closets. A few minutes later, he returned with a very vibrant flower, a daffodil.
He handed it down to me, the plastic it was made of squirming within my fingertips. “I would have bought you a bouquet of real ones, but you always tell me how back you are at keeping plants alive.”
I let off a chipped smile, just staring at its yellow pedals with a deep, distorted passion. Something about it had hit a nerve, and my emotions were so deeply held, that I just didn’t know what to do about it. He curled up behind me, holding on tightly, as I dozed off. I tucked it very gently into the crevice of my neck.

In the morning, Kojo, Min, and I, had been driven to school. We all went to the same dreary high school. Min, who’d already failed two grades, was still stuck with us. I was sitting in class, tapping away at my pencil, digging my long claws into the wood, which was an abrupt nervous habit.
The small flakes chipped off, floating to the ground, when suddenly, the bell let off a shrill cry and I flung myself upwards. It was lunch break, where everyone was allowed to wander around the school. I made my way to the front foyer, where I sat cross legged on a bench that was very nicely shaded from the thick sun.
Three very stuck up girls, and their dog-like male companions stopped in front of me. The first girl let off a snort, while the other spoke up; “Look at the slut. Where’s your mangy boyfriend.”
All of them laughed in coordination. “I bet all of your many dads enjoyed getting a bit of your ass.” One guy tried to chip in, yet the other four just stared at him blankly.
“No wonder no one ever sits with you. They’re probably afraid that your skankiness will rub off on them.” The other chick let off a shrill screechy laugh, tipping her head back to show that she was enjoying herself.
“Man, you’re too skinny. It’s disgusting. Like how the hell do you even survive fucking all those horny old men?” Rumors had spread quickly about me. The girls liked to make up all these obnoxious tales of how I had gotten it on with each and every one of my foster dads.
I tried to keep strong, because showing any sign of defeat was a weakness. And I never resorted to being rude back, I just sat there, listening to them one by one as they cussed at me and told me all of these terrible things.
The only thing that hurt was that I’ve always thought of how some of those men had treated to me, some of my ‘fathers’, and sometimes I thought of myself unworthy. As if there was a possibility that I was all of the things that they were calling me.
“What did you just say to her?” That thick voice came out from behind them. Each of them turned around, staring at Kojo with a disgusted look in their eyes. One of the boys stood forwards, letting off a laugh.
“Just explaining to your girlfriend how much of a whore she is.” He let off a snort, and with a sudden impact, Kojo had grasped onto the collar of his shirt, and slammed his bony knuckles straight into the guy’s face, who hit the ground in an instant, obviously knocked out.
The boy’s friend launched forwards, trying to swipe Kojo, who hadn’t ducked in time, and had gotten a fist straight to the lip, which was suddenly dripping with silky blood. I stood up, letting off a slight scream, while the boy sat on Kojo, pounding at his face.
“Get off of him!” I yelped, sending myself forwards, using my leg to kick the boy straight in the nose. He bowled over, letting off a whine of pain, his face covered by his bloodied hands.
I leaned down to where Kojo was, his face was bleeding enormously, and I could slightly see a colour disfiguration in his face. I used my sleeve to wipe some of the blood off, which clenched to my forearm, and with widened arms, I drug him to his feet. He teetered for a few moments, looking around in a dazed confusion, yet finally regained sight of everything.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I was still holding tightly onto Kojo’s arm, screaming at the boy that was on the floor. He didn’t reply, because at that moment, Mr. Walker had stormed through the halls, and was grunting orders.
I could feel all of Kojo’s weight on my shoulder, trying to hold him up as well as I could, my right arm clenching his bloodied dress shirt.

Hours later, the parents had picked us up, and we were driving down the glossy chipped road. Everyone was silent, my eyes locked on Kojo as he leaned his chin on his forehand, staring out at the window, into the blistering sky.
I placed my hand on his knee, yet he brushed it away, turning his body, crushing up into the door. Once we got home, we were both sent to our rooms, where we would be spoken to individually.
I sat on my bed, staring at the roof, for what felt like days, when I heard a holler, and then a loud slam as the from door was rocketed shut. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Kojo had taken his old pickup, and was veering down the road.
I leapt from my bed, jumped from my room, and flung myself into the kitchen, staring at the parents, who were both staring, wide eyes and withered, at the front entrance. “What happened?” I tried to keep my lip from quivering, yet it was nearly impossible.
They stared at me, eyes narrowed to blistering slits, and I could tell that one of my nightmares had suddenly turned into a dark reality. “He left.” Bedford said carelessly, grasping the edge of the granite counter in his rounded hands.
I dropped, automatically, hitting the glossy tile floor, trying to grip its core, yet I just couldn’t. I couldn’t do a single thing to stay together, I couldn’t even reply to his drastic news. There was nothing I could possibly do.

The moon was floating in the sky, full and perfect. I was sitting on the window sill, grasping the glass as hard as I could. The tears had stopped, yet they had left my eyes bright red, my head was leaned against my kneecaps, and I felt as if I was going to throw up.
He wouldn’t just leave me without a good bye, would he? I felt as if, even though it had only been a few hours without him, that I was so close to taking my own life, yet somehow, I was holding back all of my will.
A creak in the main floor made me jump, and an excited flitter locked in my chest. I slowly opened the ladder, trying to be as silent as possible, and was on the carpet in a second. I walked out into the main lobby, where the kitchen and front entrance sat, staring into the darkness.
His silhouette was so defined, so mechanical that it made everything inside of me roll over in tundra of traumas. “Dee.” He said, reaching out long, lanky arms.
I thrust forwards, pulling myself tightly into him, my fingertips reaping into the cloth texture of his shirt. I sealed my eyes closed, trying to hold on tightly. “I thought you’d run away.” I admitted.
“Never.” The way he held me wasn’t like it usually was. It was thicker, more desperate and earnestly scared; I could feel every muscle ripple. “They’re going to take me back to the agency, to find a new home.”
“What?” I leaned back, staring up at him, and that feeling of pure sadness and terror pooled over me, my grasp slightly tightening with disbelief.
He nodded, his eyes drooping slightly. “Run away with me, Dee.” He meant it; I could hear it in the difference of his tone. I don’t know why, but I accepted automatically, my head nodding at a rapid speed.

That night we took off. We attached a ratty horse trailer to his run down pick up, loaded up Maze, and took off down the highway. I could tell he knew exactly where we were going, so I didn’t dare ask. I just trusted in him to bring us there safely.
I had my knees draped up to my stomach, my back pushed against his side, while he used his left hand to steer, and his right to drape over my shoulder. I had dozed off randomly, yet by the time the beautiful sun painted the sky pink, I knew there was no hope to get any real sleep.
Eventually, we came to the mountains, dipped down a back road, and found ourselves speeding down a drastic slope. Finally, we came to where we were meant to be. It was a beautiful little cavern just off the barrier of a dirt road. On the corner, there was a small little cabin, which was slightly run down, yet was still insulated and perfect.
The inside was dusty, and it was covered in cobwebs, yet I honestly did not care one bit. I thought it was beautiful. There was no electricity, so nights were going to be freezing cold. And one day, when we knew there was no one searching for us, we would return to reality.
As night fell, I curled up under our large fleece blanket we had carried along with us, and awaited him to come and join me. I sat in the darkness, when finally he jumped into the squeaking mattress, and just lay there, staring at me.
I could see his outlined face and translucent eyes through the jagged moonlight. “What?” I asked gently, my voice so serene and obliged.
“I love you.” He said daftly, and I replied with the same three words, and with that, he pulled me in tightly, burying me into his large chest.
“How did you know about this place?” I asked, my eyes sealed tightly shut, his warmth bearing out all of the frosted air.
“When I lived in my third foster home, the eldest brother brought me here when he had run some little girl over. We lived here for about two weeks, until the police had come, arrested him, and put me in a new home.” I nodded, understanding exactly what he was saying.

Weeks had passed, and we were still unnoticed. Kojo sat out in the dandelion filled field, laying down flat on his stomach, picking at the yellow pedals on the delicate flower. They were all around him, blanketing him in their bright, sun kissed glow.
I trailed out to him, standing over him so the sun was blocked from reaching him. He caught that, and rolling onto his back, throwing the dandelion out across the field, smiling up at me with his platinum rows of ivory fangs.
I dropped onto my knees, than sprawled out across his belly, feeling his hands grasp the crevice of my back. He leaned upwards, placing his nose on mine, than followed through with a very long and very emotional kiss that honestly sent me into a vibrant flutter.
After a few moments he laid his head back down, and stared up at me. My long blonde hair wrapped over my shoulder, slightly touching the green grass. I allowed myself to fully relax, and coaxed him into telling me something interesting.
“I hope no one ever finds us.” He said, his mouth curving upwards. “Maybe we could live here forever. Eventually start up a family of our own.”
I smirked, sitting upwards so I was flat on the ground, leaning backwards. He rolled over, so I was in the crevice of his stomach, my legs folding on top of each other. He finally sat up, wrapping his legs around my back and his hands around so they tightly grasped my stomach.
He placed his chin on my shoulder, giving my cheek one, distant kiss, and for the next few hours, we sat like that, playing over the memories we’d spend together, sharing how we were planning on how our lives were going to go.

One night, Kojo had woken me in a flurry, terror painted out across his flushed cheeks. “Dee, wake up, we need to hide right now.”
“What-?” I shifted upwards, feeling him tug me out of the bed, and drag me to the far back of the cabin. In a quick moment, he lifted a shaft, and shoved me down it, where I crawled through a small tunnel and found myself in a very tiny, cramped room.
A few moments later, he dropped down beside me, and grabbed both my hands tightly in his palms. “The police are outside. We need to stay quiet, please Dee, I can’t lose you.” He grabbed me, and I could feel him slam backwards.
I tried to hold back my tears, yet in a few moments, they were streaming down my face, my arms tightly clung to my chest as he held me in his tight arms.
The moment was so fresh, and I could hear him trying to be strong, yet he was breaking. I’d never seen him so upset, not when he replayed memories, not when Min harassed and beat on him. He was losing it, his body shuttering, his heart letting off deep symphonies of thuds.
“Dee, if they get us, we need to stick together, please.” His fingers were tightly grabbing my back, my head against his chest. I looked up, and he stared at me with the widest, brightest eyes. “Don’t cry.” He wiped a few tears that were rolling down my face, and grasped the fluffy rear of my neck, pulling me in for a graceful, eased kiss.
We stayed like that until I heard the flask snap open, and a few loud hollers were cried down the shaft. We released the kiss, and I curled up into him, holding on with all of my might, my fingers slowly cramped, and my eyes pooled with tears.
The first officer shone his light at us, and I let off a slight sob, huddling up tighter. He said a few inaudible words, but I was too dazed to catch them.
“Kojo, don’t leave.” I cried, as two police officers ripped downwards, than grabbed him by the arm, thrusting him away from me. I let off a scream, and I could see that he was trying to speak to me, but it was too late. We were both being ripped from each other.
In a few seconds, the officers had dragged us out of the cabin, where two cop cars sat, waiting for us to be thrown into them. “Dee!” I saw him scream out, thrashing with all of his might. He got lose at one point, yet was quickly slammed to the ground.
I was suddenly ducked down into the police car, where the officer slammed the door, and sat up in the driver’s seat, revving the engine. I could feel the car begin to move, when there was a slam on the glass. Kojo was standing at the window, trying to tell me something.
I couldn’t hear him. He was trying to say something so important, yet in a moment, he was slammed in the back of the head with the rear of a gun, hit the glass, and then hit the floor.
I let off torrents of cries, thrashing, trying to get out, and after a long moment of nonstop screaming and movement, I dropped down onto the seat, and cried.

After that, I was moved out of my home, moved into a new foster home, which was much worse than what I had. I cried myself to sleep every night in my new squeaky, hard bed. I was so lonesome that it tore me apart, and eventually depression dawned on me.
I had night mares in which flung me around, just ripped me inside out. If it wasn’t for the thought that eventually, if there was even a possibility, I would find him again, I’d most likely have killed myself. I would feel his buff chest against my head, his plastic lips against mine; see that beautiful scar on his eye lid.
Some days, I still stare out my window, hoping to see him whispering to Maze, just knowing that once he comes inside, I’m going to sneak down to his room and crawl up in his bed. That I’d be able to tell him all of my secrets, and that he’d care about my past, and caress my hair.
One day I’ll find him.