Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders. S.E Hinton does. But, I do own my character Marci Williams.
It's my first story, so don't be too harsh. I also don't mind constructive criticism.
"Marci, you little bitch, you stole money from me!" my "father," yelled and in one motion he hit me across the face. He's only like this when he is drinking and, I sure as hell could smell the alcohol on his breath. Since my mother died, a couple weeks ago he has been drinking more and, more often.
My mother was a good woman, always fighting for me with the old man. She died of cancer had it for about two years ago. She grew up in a small family, has a brother and sister. Her brother died not too long ago from cancer also, her sister lives in Tulsa with two children. I've talked to her son a couple of times but, never her daughter. His name, is Keith and about my age. Actually, I have been thinking about going for a nice long visit, to get away from my father. That's the reason I stole his money, for train money. All I had to do was call them, and I was going to do that once the old man went to bed or left.
He left soon after he hit me. I went quickly to the phone, picked it up and dialed. I heard the ringing and a gruff "hello".
"Hi, Keith?"
"Yeah, but prefer two-bit," he answered in a confused tone.
"It's Marci, your cousin from Colorado?"
"Oh, hey Mar,"
I smiled, "Would you do me a favor?"
"What would I get out of it?"
"You would get a visit from me?" I replied with a sound of hopeful tone.
"Hmm, I'll think about it," He said in a tone so, I knew he was joking.
I laughed, "Can you ask your mom if I can come for awhile?"
"Oh, hell you know she'll say yes."
"Just do it, two-bit," I said with a smile on my face.
I heard him put down the phone and I heard him talking to Auntie.
"She said yeah, I told ya she would,"
"I guess you are physic than,"
"You know it darling." I laughed again.
"Alright, Keith I'll see you in a couple of days, Bye."
"See ya, Bye."
I hung up first, and jumped up to run in my room, to grab my packed bag. I looked out the window to make sure my father wasn't there and ran out the door with a jacket, skirt, a blouse and a ribbon on myself, with a small bag in my hand. I ran to the closet bus stop to the train station.
Once I made it to the train station, I asked the lady at the desk for a ticket to Wichita. About twenty minutes later I was boarding the train and was on my way.
I was starting fresh, with family. This is what I though about the whole train ride.
Should I continue? R&R
