Author's Note: This is my first multi-chapter story but I have it all pretty much planned out. I also have the next three chapters after this already written. This chapter isn't really part of the story, but it tells how and why my OC was adopted in the first place. I posted this before, but I accidentally deleted it. Lucky it was saved on my computer :D

Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders or any of it's characters, sadly

Make A Wish

Prologue:

It was a cool September night in a town called Tulsa. It was getting late and the sun was starting to set. All was quiet and peaceful, which was very unusual for one particular house on the East side of town. Really, the neighbors should have known that something was wrong, and maybe they did, but no one cared right now because it was finally quiet. There was no screaming, no fighting, no crashes. You didn't hear crying in the background. It was quiet. If any one of them had thought to make sure everything was alright, then maybe his life could have been saved.

These were the thoughts running through the mind of Emily Walker, a beautiful young woman. She was beautiful, with her laughing blue eyes, shoulder length black hair, and her tanned smiling face. She used to look that way, but that was a long time ago. No, not really that long, she reminded herself, only about two years. But now you couldn't even tell it was the same girl. Her eyes were no longer laughing, they held hatred and fear for one man, but love for her two young children- one child after tonight. Her shoulder length hair was cut short, it was so matted. She never smiled anymore, well not when he was around anyway. Her face was now sickly pale, due to him not letting her leave the house, and very bruised. She was very much under fed, as was her three year old son, and her six month old daughter. Why had this all started? she wondered from inside the closet she was hiding in with her baby. Wait, that doesn't matter right now!

She hadn't heard him in about a half hour, so she figured he had finally passed out. This might be her only chance to get her daughter out of here. She slowly opened the door and peeked outside of it. Sure enough he was passed out underneath the dining room table. Usually she couldn't leave because he had locks on all the doors and windows that you need a key to open even from the inside. He always took it with him everywhere and usually slept with it too, so she couldn't get it without waking him up. But tonight he left them on the table. She slowly and quietly crept over to the table and grabbed the key, then went back to the closet where she left her sleeping baby. She picked her up so as not to wake her. Then she carried her into the small room that had been shared by her two children. She grabbed her daughter's little stuffed bear and her son's blanket and went outside, closing the door as quietly as possible.

She ran as fast as she could while still holding her daughter for a couple blocks until she reached the house of her best friend. She knocked on the door of Linda Mathews, mother of one three year old boy. Linda came to the door sleepily after a few minutes, she took one look at her friend with daughter in arms and tears running down her bruised cheeks, and just like that every sign of sleepiness was gone. "Emily! What are you doing here?" She practically screamed. "C-can I come in?" Emily asked in reply. "Of course! I'm sorry!" Linda stepped out of the way and motioned for Emily to follow her in.

Linda took the baby and put her in a crib in what appeared to be a nursery. "Are you having another baby?" Emily asked when she looked at her. "Yup. I'm due in June." she replied happily. "Congratulations." Emily said. "Thanks. So, um, Emily?" "Y-yeah?" she replied. "What," she swallowed, "what happened?" Emily burst into tears. Linda led her into the kitchen and sat her in a chair. "Shh. It's okay Em, just calm down and tell me what happened." "O-okay, so my son and my daughter and me, we, we were-" She was interrupted by Linda's three year old son. "Mommy?" "What is it sweetie?" she asked him. "I heard someone crying." "Everything's fine honey, now go back to sleep." "Who's that?" he asked, pointing to Emily. "This is my friend and we need to talk alone, okay?" "But mommy I-" "Keith! I said go to bed." "Okay mama, g'night." "Sweet dreams."

After he was gone Linda turned her attention back to her friend. "Sorry 'bout that. You were saying?" "My son, and daughter, and me" "Wait, where is your son?" Emily sobbed before choking out, "He, he k-kill." another sob. "He killed him!" she said and cryed even harder. After the sobs subsided and Emily calmed down some, Linda said softly, "Who killed him Em?" Emily looked straight into Linda's eyes with a look of such hate as she said "His father." Linda just stared at her for a minute before hugging her tightly. "Do you know anyone who could take care of my daughter? Is there anyone who wants a baby? She's still young enough to not remember us. I just need to get her out! Get her out before he's able to lay a hand on her! I should've left before all of this, when I had the chance. Then my poor baby boy would still be alive! This is ALL my fault!" She started shaking as silent tears ran down her cheeks. "No!" Linda said. "Don't you go and blame this on yourself! No way is this your fault! This is his fault!" There was a long silence before, "Thanks Lin, you're such a great friend." "Don't mention it. You'd do the same for me."

After Emily changed her daughter's diaper, fed her, and put her back to sleep, Linda brought her some pancakes. "Thaks Lin, you didn't have to do that!" "Are you kidding me? Have you seen how skinny you are?" she asked, poking Emily in the stomache "Sides, I know chocolate chip are your favorite!" "Ah, you know me well." "Yeah, I also know that it's really the chocolate and not the pancakes that's your favorite!" she said, smiling. Emily tried to grin, but then she thought of something. "So can you think of anyone?" Linda had been thinking about it this whole time, and narrowing down the options. "Well, there are the Curtis'. They already have two boys, I'm sure they'd love a daughter!" she smiled at Emily, who returned it just as eagerly. "Can you bring me some paper and a pen, I want to wite a letter to them then." "Sure. Oh, and do you, um want me to call the cops?" Linda asked nervously. "Yeah..." Emily responded hesitently. "Oh come on, Em! He needs to pay for what he's done!" "Yeah. You're right." "Of course I'm right! I always am." and with that, she left to get paper and call the fuzz.

Hmmm I wonder what I should write. After she thought about it for a couple of minutes, this is what she came up with:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Curtis,

I know this may be an inconvinience to you, but I really just don't know what else to do. I've married a horrible man, and I cannot let him hurt another one of my children. Tonight he killed my three year old son, and my best friend, Linda Mathews, told me that you would probably be my best hope to give my daughter a bright future. I understand if you can't take care of her, but if you can't please just make sure she goes somewhere where she'll be taken care of and loved. And if that's the case then please let Linda know, she'll be able to tell me. I just want to give her a better life. Here are some things about my daughter:

1. Her name is Robin Leslie Walker. Change it if you want. I just don't want her father to b able to find her.

2. Her birthday is on March 1, and she is six monthes old. Please do something very special for her first birthday, I wanted to, but it won't be safe for her here. That's when my husband started hitting my son.

3. She can't sleep without her teddy bear, and she used to sleep with her brother, so she needs his blanket.

That's about it. I also have a picture of her and her brother, one of the three of us, and then one of her father and I, please make sure she gets them when she's older. Unless you don't want her to know she's adopted, I understand. But if you do let her know, please make sure she knows that I love her, and her brother did too. He always wanted to hold her and play with her. And also tell her that her father wasn't always like this. Thank you so much.

Love,

Emily Michelle Bridgeshore-Walker

P.S. Her brother's name is Conner Lucas Walker and her dad's name is Robert Wade Walker.

She slipped the letter into an envelope and went to get Robin and all her things. Linda made her promise to come back when she was done, and then she walked out the door with her baby girl in her arms. She didn't have trouble finding the house, it was much better taken care of than the others; it even had a flower garden. Emily smiled to herself, knowing that this would be a good place for her daughter. She went to the porch and put Robin down, with her bear in one arm and her brother's blanket clutched in the other. She kissed her cheek, layed the letter on her stomache, knocked on the door, and dove into the bushes.

A beautiful young woman with blonde hair and brown eyes answered the door. Her eyes grew wider as she hurried to pick the baby up. "Darrel?" She called into the house. No reponse. "DARREL!" she screamed. A few seconds later a strong looking man with brown hair and blue eyes appeared. "Look at the poor thing Darrel." Darrel picked up the envelope and read the letter aloud to his wife. The woman was near crying by the time he was done. "So what do you think we should do?:" Darrel asked. "We should take care of her, but let her know she was adopted once she's older." his wife answered, pushing past him into the house carrying Robin. "That's exactly what I was thinking." Darrel said before following his wife and new daughter inside and closing the door behind them. Emily smiled from the bushes.

Author's Note: I love the last paragraph :P I'll probably be upating this on Wednesday or Friday. R&R please