-Title: Don't
-Author: LeLe
-Rating: NC-17
-Category: Drama/Angst
-Disclaimer: Kind of based on Aerosmith's "Janie's Got a Gun."
-Summary: Jane dreads the time she spends at home. Incest. Don't read if
you aren't up for a shocker. R/R.
-Author's Note: No comment...
XxXx Janie's Got a Gun xXxX

Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....

Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Her whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun
What did her daddy do
What did he put you through

They say when Janie was arrested
They found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin'
Now that Janie's Got A Gun
She ain't never gonna be the same

Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Tell me now it's untrue
What did her daddy do

He jacked the little bitty baby
The man has got to be insane
They say the spell that he was under
The lightnin' and the thunder
Knew that someone had to stop the rain

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
What did her daddy do
It's Janie's last IOU

She had to take him down easy
And put a bullet in his brain
She said 'cause nobody believes me
The man was such a sleaze
He ain't never gonna be the same

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Everybody is on the run

Janie's Got A Gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody's on the run (Honey, honey what's your problem)
'Cause Janie's Got A Gun (Tell me it ain't right)
Janie's Got A Gun (Was it daddy’s cradle robbin')
Her dog day's just begun (That made you scream at night)
Janie's Got A Gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody's on the run
Janie's Got A Gun

XxXx Don't xXxX

People laughed about Jane. They talked about her. They said mean things
to her.

Jane Williams wasn't your average seventeen year old. She didn't go to the
mall or the movies with her friends. She didn't have slumber parties with
her friends. She didn't even have friends.

She wore black all of the time. Nothing she wore was a different color.
Her long, curly brown hair hung past her shoulders. It was always down.
Always in her face. She wore skimpy tank tops that showed off the tattoo
on her back. Black, lace-up army boots were always on her feet.

The kids at school were somewhat scared of her. Jane wrote violent poetry
and stories. She went off on everyone and always had detentions.

None of them knew why she was the way she was.

On a day like any other, Jane was getting ready for school. She put on her
dark clothes, her assortment of rings and necklaces and her boots. She attempted
to sneak out undetected. Her father caught her.

"Hello, Janie," he said.

"Hi, Daddy...," she said quietly. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth
roughly, possessively. As he did this, he cupped her breast and squeezed
it tightly.

"Oww...Daddy!," she whined.

"Be a good girl, Janie," he growled, breaking the kiss. He slapped her ass
and she ran out the door, tears blurring her vision.

She ran down the sidewalk. She collided with a person, sending them both
to the ground.

"Sorry," she murmured. She looked up. It was a boy from school she'd seen
around. He wore a leather jacket, black T-shirts and jeans. He was the school
bad boy. Casanova. Not very popular, but infamous among the various cliques.
Even with Jane.

"It's all right," he said. He looked up into her face. Her blue eyes were
liquid jewels, brimmed with tears. "But are _you_ all right?"

"F-fine," she stammered. He stood and helped her up.

"You're Jane Williams, aren't you?," he asked. She nodded, not meeting his
gaze. "Dave Baker."

"I know who you are," she said defiantly.

"I see. Well, Miss Tough Shit, what're you crying about?," he asked.

"I'm not crying," Jane insisted.

"No, but you're on the verge," he said matter-of-factly. She pushed past
him and began walking down the sidewalk.

"Leave me alone!," she yelled. He followed her, only five feet behind her.
She glared back at him. "Why are you following me?"

"I have to get to school, too, you know," he said.

"Oh. Yeah," she said. She felt dumb. She always did around other people.
She felt dumb and morbid and insane. Probably because that's what she was.
That's what people made her.

"If we're going to be walking together, can't we make friendly conversation?,"
Dave asked innocently.

"I don't make friendly conversation. I'm not friendly," she hissed.

Dave looked at the back of her head sympathetically. She didn't have a friend
in the world from what he knew. Everyone made fun of her and gave her shit.
He didn't. He knew what it felt like to be the odd one out. The misfit.
Unwanted.

"I want to be your friend," he said. She stopped in her tracks. Slowly,
she turned around. She looked skeptical.

"You want to be my friend?," she asked. Her voice was filled with weariness
and astonishment. A friend...

"Yeah. I do," he admitted.

"No you don't," she whispered harshly.

"I do. Believe me, Jane. I do," he put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched
at his touch.

Jane then quickened her pace and broke into a run, racing away from a boy
who was probably put up to that. Her back pack bumped against her behind
and swung around her body, making it almost difficult to run. She got to
school and silently put her bag away. She ignored the stares and the pointing
and went to homeroom.

TO BE CONTINUED...