Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except Joseph David Randle
"If you don't like the way I run this house, then you can just get out!" I heard my father yell. He was arguing with my older brother Steve, like always. The fights always ended with dad giving Steve and I money. I don't think that's what's going to happen this time.
"I will just get the hell out!" I heard Steve scream back at my father. I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs; Steve, I suspected. My bedroom door busted open, revealing Steve standing there angrily. His left eye was puffy and his lip was bleeding.
"He hit you, didn't he?" I asked, surprising myself with how child-like I sounded. I'm not a child, I'm thirteen. I've been thirteen for a few months now. Steve didn't answer my question, he just went over to my dresser and started putting all my clothes in my suitcase that was hidden in my closet. I knew what was happening. Dad kicked us out. "Steve, do you want me to pack my own stuff?" Steve answered by shaking his head. He finished packing my clothes and then moved on to taking all of the sheets off of my bed and stuffing them in my suitcase. "Steve, do we have to live at Buck's like Dallas?"
"No, honey", Steve answered. He sounded slightly annoyed. I could tell, because me and Steve had this connection. We always knew what was going on with each other, even if we couldn't put our feelings into words. "We'll find somewhere to stay besides Buck's."
Steve grabbed my suitcase and motioned me to follow him into his room. He packed all of his things and then we sat on his bed for a moment. "I'm scared", I whispered. Steve wrapped his arms around me and held me.
"Don't be scared", he whispered. We both heard heavy footsteps as they approached the door. "Oh shit", Steve whispered. The door slammed open. Our father staggered in, obviously drunk.
"I thought I told you to get out!" Pa screamed. The beer bottle in his hand dropped to the floor and it shattered. "GET OUT!"
Steve grabbed both of our suitcases and we walked out of the house. Pa's wallet was laying on the kitchen table, so I grabbed it. I put it in my back pocket. Steve and I walked down the street, looking like lost puppies. "Can you carry your own back, Joey? Both of 'em are heavy," Steve asked. I took my suitcase and we walked on. We only lived a street away from the Curtis's, so that's where we headed.
When we arrived at the Curtis's house, Darry was making dinner. "What happened to y'all?" Sodapop asked as we put our suitcases on the floor.
"Pa kicked us out", Steve mumbled angrily. He's never angry at Soda. Soda grabbed Steve's arm and walked Steve into his and Ponyboy's bedroom. I sat on the couch and watched Mickey Mouse with Two-Bit. when Steve and Soda came out from the bedroom, it was the only time I'd ever seen my brother cry.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, I just wanted to write a default chapter and get advice before I actually committed to writing the story