Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the Outsiders. I wouldn't mind owning those sexy, sexy men but I don't. I only own Crissy. 8D
Author's note: Okay, this is my first Fanfic ever. Please be easy on me. Construtive crtisisum is allowed but no flames please. Rate and review so I know y'all like my story. 8D
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Butterflies.
Chapter 1, Dreams.
"Stevie?" I asked. My brother and I sat on the top bunk of our bed, huddled together.
"Yeah, Crissy?" My brother answered quietly.
"Where'd Mamma go? And, why is Daddy being so mean?" I asked as I heard another loud bang from downstairs. I flinched into my brother's chest and his arms tightened around me.
"Mammas in heaven, Crystal. I really don't know why he's being so mean to us… I think he missies her." Steve said. I heard him try to choke back a sob. My Mamma's name was Betsy Randle; she died last night because she was shot walking home from work. Daddy's name was Connor Randle and he used to love my brother and me… but now he's mad and he hits us a lot. I nodded with a small sob. Steve gave me another hug then went back to trying to open the window.
"What are you doing Stevie?" I asked as he pulled on the window.
"Trying to open the window so we can go to Soda's and get the hell outta this place." Steve said. I nodded. Suddenly though, the door banged open and our red faced father stomped in, He smelt like beer and smoke. He grabbed Steve by the back of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.
"You damn little brat! Why did she die?! YOU should have died!" He yelled in his face. Then he punched Steve in his face over and over. I jumped off of the bed and hopped on his back.
"GET OFFA HIM YOU BIG BULLY!" I screamed as I pulled his hair and tried to poke his eyes like Steve taught me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over his shoulder and slammed me onto the ground. I let out a cry of pain as he picked me up and slammed me into the wall by my hair.
"You little bitch!" He yelled. Then he slapped me and threw me on the ground. "This better teach you two little twerps a lesson!" He screamed, and then he stormed down the hallway. Steve pulled himself off the floor and limped over to me. His nose was bleeding and his lip was busted, but he pulled me into his lap and rocked me.
"It's okay baby. I promise that we'll find a way outta this place." He said rocking me slowly and trying to keep his blood off me. It was at that moment that I realized that my life would be forever ruined. I was never gonna get any kind of happily ever after except for knowing that Steve would always be there for me. He knew that too. That was a lot for a ten-year-old boy and a nine-year old girl to learn.
My eyes snapped open and I shot up in bed, breathing heavily. But I wasn't seeing my room; I was still seeing the horrible nightmares over and over again. I heard a grunt and looked to my right. My seventeen-year-old brother was sleeping as hard a rock. He was drooling and half off the bed. I smiled and softly tousled his dark brown hair. I closed my eyes and listened… then I heard it. Deep snores come from across the hall, and I sighed. Dad was still asleep which meant we MIGHT be able to get out without another beating. I was still sore from last night. I slid out of my bed and crept into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I loved showers. They were like my peace. The hot water soothed my sore skin that was most always covered in bruises and cuts. I stepped out and wrapped the towel around myself. Creeping back into my room, I kneeled next to my brother's side of the bed where he STILL slept.
"Steve… c'mon Stevie. Ya gotta get up for work!" He rolled over with a moan.
"Go away Crystal. I'm sleeping god damnit." He mumbled through the pillow. I chuckled and tapped him again.
"Steve, you better be up by the time I come back or I'm gonna dump a pitcher of ice water on your lazy ass." I threatened.
"Sure, sure." He mumbled, and then started to snore again. I giggled and went to grab some clothes. I looked in the mirror and grimaced. I had bruises covering my body! That wasn't anything new though.
It's not like I was anything special. I had long, dirty blonde wavy hair that came to my lower back and my eyes were a dark brown. I was slim and pretty short, but I was curvy and according to Dally I had great boobs and a great butt to match. Steve beat the crap out of him for saying that to me. My skin was tan but just slightly. I sounded like a regular sixteen-year-old girl, but how many girls my age had a record with the police? How many girls my age knew how to take down three football players? How many girls my age were covered in bruises from their father? Not many. I was a greaser and I was damn proud of it. I yanked on a pair of faded blue jeans and a dark green shirt with some old sneakers. I wasn't allowed to wear any make-up except for lip-gloss or Steve would skin me. I put a little hair grease in my hair to make it shiny and filled a pitcher with cold water, then I walked back into my room and sure enough, Steve was still passed out on the bed. I grinned and walked over… then I dumped the water right on his face… and started laughing. He shot up like a rocket and jumped out of bed.
"COLD!" He yelled as he tried to get his shirt off. I just laughed louder and Steve glared at me.
"Hay, I warned you. You just didn't listen." I said with a shrug.
"Go to hell Crystal." He muttered, I grinned bigger.
"Can't, I live there." I said back. He smirked.
"Bite me." He said back with that same smirk.
"Not even if you paid me." I said smugly, "Now get dressed smart-ass. Your gonna be late for work." I laughed. He looked at me seriously.
"Is dad up?" He asked in a fear-filled voice. I knew that fear wasn't for him though. It was for me. I shook my head.
"Nope. We're safe. But we might not be if you don't hurry up!' I said. He nodded and went to get dressed. I almost looked exactly like my brother except he had dark brown hair and he slicked it back with hair grease so it looked black most of the time. The only real difference between us was our hair. His was dark brown and mine was like a golden honey blonde color. He had dark brown eyes just like me, and the same facial features. Strong nose, wide but full lips, high cheekbones… everything. He was a greaser too. He was a good head taller then me and tanner then me too. He was stronger then me, of course, but I was a good fight for him. He was covered in bruises like me too. My dad still beats us, he's been beating us ever since I was nine and he was ten. That was when our mom died. We mostly look like her but Steve has Dad's hair color. I have my mom's hair and we both have her eyes. Steve and I were alike and different. Steve was hard, cocky, arrogant, annoying, and just plain stupid sometimes. He's been like that ever since dad started to beat me more when I turned thirteen. But there was a side to him that only I saw. It was my REAL brother. My sweet, caring, tough, and pure big brother that always watched over me. I was hyper, and silly, and fun to be with. I could never sit still unless something was wrong. I was always bouncing around like a bee. But I was tough, and hard, and shut out too. The old me, the me that was free and innocent, I kept locked up. If I let that part of me out, I wouldn't be able to stop showing all my pain and anger and confusion. And worst of all… the fear. I was dead scared of going to sleep. But I couldn't show that. I was greaser. Greasers aren't scared of anything. And they sure as hell don't cry.
Steve walked back in fully dressed in blue jeans, sneakers, a white T-shirt with the light blue DX shirt open over it. He had on his DX cap over his slicked back hair. He looked at me with those hard eyes but smiled.
"Keys?" He asked. I chuckled and grabbed then off of the desk and threw them to him.
"Here. Now let's go. I don't wanna push our luck with dad, he'll have a killer hangover." I said, pulling on my waist length leather jacket on. Steve chuckled and hooked his arm threw mine.
"Let's go Crissykid." He smirked and I smiled as we walked out to the old piece of crap car my brother drove.
"Okey Dokey Steve-O." I said.
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P.S. Please don't ask me why I named it Butterflies, I really have no clue. It just... it just felt right ya know? Well anyway, please don't ask because I won't have an answer.
-Chu-Chi!