Dallas Winston.
Who knew that one name could be the fault for so many problems. One man could hold the answer to the worst thing to have ever happened in my life. One mistake could cause a trail of disasters that I knew laid ahead.
As I hold the stick that determines my future in my hands, I had only two things on my mind: my brothers and my future. The sign displayed my worst thought out loud. A plus. A simple plus sign. I took a shaky breathe as I closed my eyes.
This could not be happening. This could not be happening. This could not be happening. How could I end up in this situation? How was I going to face Soda? Darry? Ponyboy? Anyone?
It was not exactly uncommon for people to end up pregnant in my town. Especially 'greaser' girls, but usually they were forced to leave town and didn't have to deal with the whiplash that I would have to face. Like Soda's girlfriend, Sandy. When she got knocked up, her family sent her away, out of town, like some kind of disgrace.
In my case, I had no one. No one to go too. A thought crossed my mind: I could always just run away, but deep down I knew I couldn't. It was unreasonable. I could not support myself, let alone a child. Dallas' child. I continued to shake, attempting to hold in my tears. Dallas. Dally. Dal. How could I tell him? Could I even? So many questions; so little answers. I made up my mind. I was not going to tell Dallas' Winston. I couldn't. Dally was as tough as nails and looked it. He would kill me if my brothers didn't before.
It started off as one mistake. One stupid idea that arrived in my head as a result of Mrs. Shepard. My best friend. Her idea of fun was way different than mine. She always believed that in order to have fun, you had to be willing to put out. I never really listened to her at first. She would always ramble on and on about how she could always hook me up with her brother if I was not comfortable with random guys. Curly of course. Not Tim. But each time, I would always shake my head and change the subject. There was no way, I was going to sleep with Ponyboy's best friend outside of the gang. That was just disgusting.
Instead I did something even worse. I lost it to Dally. I don't even remember the night clearly. One thing just lead to another and next thing I knew I wasn't a virgin anymore. Of course, Dally didn't know that. Or if he did, maybe he wouldn't have gone so rough. Maybe then he would have used a condom.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. I sunk to the floor and cried into my hands softly. If I had just told Dally. I could have saved myself from a whole lot of trouble. I still felt that this was Dally's fault, but deep down I knew it wasn't. As far as he was concerned, I was on birth control. I shivered. This is all my fault.
"Kitty?" Sodapop spoke softly as his knuckles made contact with the door.
Oh wow. I almost forgot. I guess I should introduce myself. My name was Katherine Curtis, but like the rest of my family, I have several nicknames. I was mostly called Cat, but I had other names such as Kitty, that were used occasionally. I had two older brothers: Darry and Soda and one younger brother named Ponyboy. I also had other members, that may not be related by blood, but were almost like family to me and my brothers. Almost. They belonged to my brothers gang: Two-Bit, Steve, Johnny, and Dally. They were okay, I assumed. I didn't really hang out with them much. If I was being completely honest, I probably belonged more to the Shepard gang than to the 'Curtis gang', but with that being said I trusted the 7 boys that I practically lived with more.
Being the younger sister of Darry or as I liked to call 'Scary Darry' had its perks and downfalls. The other members constantly kept an eye out for me which is more than the Shepard's. The Shepard's were my friends, but at the end of the day, it was each man for themselves.
"Yeah?" I replied back trying to make myself sound strong.
"I think it's time you came out of the bathroom. You've been in there for almost an hour. You okay?"
"I'm fine." I wiped my eyes and stuck the pregnancy test into my pocket, "I must have lost track of time while daydreaming." I added a little laugh to the end of my statement as I opened the door.
I could tell that Soda didn't believe me, but I pushed past him before he could say anything else. Luckily as I made my way back to my room, Ponyboy started screaming. Another nightmare, I sighed. While I did care about my brother a lot, I took this opportunity to my advantage. I quickly shoved the pregnancy test under my bed with plans to throw it away in somebody else's trashcan later.
After quickly throwing on a leather jacket and reapplying my eye makeup to look decent, I slipped out the front door and got into Tim's car. Tim may complain almost everyday about having to pick me up, but Curly, Angela, and I all knew that he secretly felt as if I was part of their family to some extent.