Hell's Angel
My name's Cassie Randle. Just Cassie, not Cassandra, just Cassie. It's not pronounced K.C
its pronounced Cass-ey! I can't tell ya how many people make that stupid mistake. I'm
Steve's younger sister and I am the same age as Ponyboy and in a lot of his classes, I'm not
smart enough to have moved up a full grade but I'm in advanced English, Advance French,
and advanced Math. All my other class are just the basic classes. I just had my birthday last
week and I'm now 15 like Ponyboy. I can't wait to turn 16 so that I can drive and just leave
this hell hole behind me. I guess I should start off with telling you about my family….or lack
of.
What can I say about Steve…he can be a real sweet heart but most times he's really cold
towards me, he hates our father, almost as much as I do, and because of that he's never home
to deal with our father, or with what father does to me. A part of me hates Steve for forcing
me to put up with Dad alone, but another part of me doesn't blame him for almost never
being home. If I was 16 and could drive I would leave and never come back, also Steve
doesn't know about most things that happen inside our house. Then there's my mother, she
left a few months ago. She couldn't take what happened in our house and she failed to
protect me. I miss her but I can't get her to come back. Then theirs the ass hole of the family :
Father. No one knows what happens when I'm home alone with him, nor will they find out.
They've always had their suspicions about Father when he's drunk and where the bruises and
cuts come from on me, but I've never uttered a word. It's not that I'm scared that father will
hurt me more if I tell someone, but I don't want him to hurt them either. Sometimes it's
easier just to be the only scape-goat of father's anger, then I know that no one else can feel it
but me. I believe in the saying "everything happens for a reason" so I'm waiting for the
reason to become apparent to me. However I did learn at a young age that anyone can be a
father, but only a few can be a dad.
Then there was the gang, I don't hang out with as much as I usually did lately just because
I'm hanging with a different crowd. Mainly the Shepherds and their parties. Darry would kill
me if he knew what I did there but I needed a place to be as wild as I wanted just to blow off
some steam. Dallas and I got along really well before he died, he and I used to party together
at the Shepherds and he promised not to tell anyone. One time, about a month before Dallas
and Johnny died we were at one of the parties and I got totally drunk and started doing
karaoke, I did well to say the least and left with about 14 guys phone numbers. Dallas said I
had a really nice voice and that I looked hot up there, that's why all the guys gave me their
numbers, he and I laughed at that one for a while. I miss him so much. I never had a crush on
him or anything like that, its just he was one of those friends who you could flirt with but
both of you know you don't want to date, you just have fun together.
Then there was Johnny. Man that kid was shy. My father's more abusive than his but when
his father hurt him he became really quiet, when my father hurts me I just go out and party
and go wild. I try to shake it off by having fun, he tried to shake it off by being quieter than
usual. We were total opposites but we got along really well. It used to be him, Pony and I
hanging out at school together. Now that's all changed.
Ponyboy…I don't know how to start with him, he's the best friend I've ever had but I like to
have more fun while he likes to read. We are so different that it completely confuses us how
we can be such good friends. I used to tell him everything, besides what happens with my
dad, but lately I've drifted away and wont talk to him. It's quite hard to see any one in the
gang now, especially Ponyboy because my fathers anger has been worse than normal lately
and you would be able to see it loud and clear on my face, legs and arms. I avoid them in the
hallway and if someone did see me and asked I'd just say I got into a fight. As much as I want
to hang out with them I know that I can't….they wouldn't understand.
Soda……the kindest, funniest and most handsome guy I have ever known. Once when this
guy from school asked me out and I said no, he wouldn't leave me alone and kept harassing
me. I told Soda and Soda beat the shit out of him! It was so funny. We used to all laugh
about that all the time. I haven't seen Soda in about a month now which is strange
considering I used to see them all every day. He would listen to my problems, again
everything except with the stuff with the father. I don't want to tell anyone about that.
Darry. He's the closest I've ever had as a real guardian and he knows it. He tries to take up
the parental role in my life but he doesn't know about what really happens to me Friday
nights when I say I'm going to the movies, that's usually when the Shepherds have parties.
He would flip if he found out about them. He would bash my fathers head in also if he knew
what actually happens.
Two –Bit, what can I say about the guy besides life is just one big joke to him. We're friends
but I don't talk to him as much as I used to. Once I saw him at a party and I ran out of there
faster than light, I knew he would have told Darry if he saw me. I don't need him to be mad at
me too, I wouldn't be able to handle it.
School's almost out for summer and I have no idea what I'm going to do. Fathers only
working part time now, so if I'm not at school I will be a perfect target for him. I shivered at
the thought. I finished all of my exams so I just have next week to get through of classes, I'm
thinking of not going and just hanging out at the park or something. Why go to class if your
exams are over and you won't be learning anything and all you will be doing is pointless
crap?
It was Friday night and Tim S. was having another party tonight and I was getting ready. I
wore a mini skirt, even though I knew I'd be doing karaoke tonight again and a red tank top. I
put my hair up in a clip so it fell freely and put on a little make up. I looked at my reflection
in the mirror and was defiantly satisfied with what I saw. I defiantly wasn't so innocent
looking…I was ready to party.