I'm Not Your Property
An Outsiders fanfic written by Hayley & Racquel
Chapter 1
The warm night was getting darker and darker by the minute. But what did that matter? Nothing, to Hayly McCormick, or her family. Just as long as she was still alive, she could stay out for as long as she liked.
Hayley McCormick was a 17 year old girl, she had long blonde hair, and blue eyes. Although a lot of people found her attractive, they couldn't show it, because she was a Greaser, the low-downs of the city. Tulsa, to Hayley, was just another place. There was nothing to do in Tulsa, except laze around and get into big fights with the opposite gang, which just ends up with someone either dying, or getting injured.
She decided to hang around the Vacant Lot, about twenty minutes away from her house, for awhile. It was often that someone she knew would show up, and they would go cruising together for awhile. But lately, ever since she started dating him, things have changed. All of her friends hated him. They said that he was no good, that when he asked her out and she said yes, that one day she would regret it, and it would be the biggest mistake in her life.
Since no one showed up at the lot, she decided to leave early. She wasn't sure if she could go to this kid's house, one that she had just met, Ponyboy Curtis, or if she should just go home, a.k.a Hell on Earth.
She decided to just go right home. Her older brother was there, but he was drunk, again. Her parents were just in a screaming fight, over God knows what.
"You're boyfriend called. What's his name, Tim Husky?" Ricky, Hayley's brother, said.
"Tim Shepherd." Her words were coated with pain & venomnus hatred as she stormed past her brother, going into her parent's bedroom. She shut the door, then grabbed the phone, dialing Tim's number.
"Hello?" His voice sounded through the ear piece. She was glad to hear one trustworthy voice tonight, at least she had hoped so.
"You called."
"Yeah. I want you to come see me now, baby."
"Now? It's past midnight, I just got home as well. Plus my brother is drunk, so I had better stay home and watch him."
"He's not a toddler. Alright? Come meet me – the vacant lot. If you don't, I will come meet you, and it will not be pleasant." Tim hung up, leaving Hayley scared half to death. She hung up too, then decided to call a friend, one who was always there for her. He would have the answer.
"Dallas?" Her voice became warmer, but her heart was still pounding.
"What is it?" His usual cold, yet comforting, voice answered the phone.
"Tim – he is demanding me to come to the vacant lot now, and i just got home. I really think he's overdoing this. And, I don't know what to do."
"Alright. Stay home, ya hear me? Don't go, I will go. But I ain't wearin' no dress or nothing." He said, hanging up. I stifled a giggle then hung up, laying back and thanking God.