New Story! Yeas the title is creepy, but this is pretty much what it is... is based loosely? or would you say tightly off of Flowers In The Attic... I haven't decided which yet. The gang is younger and will get a bit older as the story progresses. There will be Incest and Menage (Sexual relations with three or more people, even at the same time) because I dunno. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE! No Slash!
Ponyboy Curtis: 15
Darry Curtis: 19
Sodapop Curtis: 16
Steve Randle: 16
Johnny Cade: 16
Two Bit Mathews: 18
Dallas Winston: 18
Allison (Ally Curtis)- 14 years old, has red hair... I don't know, imagine a younger version of Rachel Mcadamms from The Notebook, you'll learn more about her along the way story will be in her point of view
The day that Daddy died started out pretty normal.
The "gang" (my brothers' friends) were all over and sitting around and I was attempting to watch a programming other than Mickey Mouse on the Tv, but of COURSE that couldn't happen. Not when Two-Bit Mathews was over anyways. So I just settled with watching the little mouse run across the screen, and then when Two-Bit went to the kitchen for more cake I stole the remote from his spot and changed it to Dark Shadows.
"You little bugger, you changed the channel on Two-Bit again didn't you?" My brother Sodapop smiled down at me and ruffled my hair with his big hand. I huffed and tried to grab at it, but Soda just laughed and walked over to Steve for more arm wrestling.
You see, being the youngest with big brothers and stuff, they always make you feel like you're around five years old. They call you things like bugger and Ally-bug and even sweetie pie which always makes me want to gag. I mean, Ponyboy is only a year older and they don't treat him like that.
With Pony its' all: How's track and here's a cigarette and you should start paying attention to girls more.
And with me its' all: You'll get hurt if you do that Ally-Bug, you're too young for that little bugger and you should never start paying attention to boys'. They are TROUBLE. Capitals all around.
I rolled my eyes as Two-Bit came back with a large chunk of cake, and then laughed real loud when I saw Mom enter the house. Oh, this would never do. In about .007 seconds she'd be scolding Two-Bit about how just having CAKE for breakfast is unhealthy and that he needs to get rid of half of that giant piece and get himself some eggs and bacon. And then she'd gently take away the beer he had clasped in his left hand and would replace it with a tall glass of milk.
But something was wrong today. Mom didn't smile when she came in, she didn't tell Two-Bit to eat healthier or put down the beer, she didn't smile at me or scold Steve and Soda and warn them not to break anything.
In fact, she didn't say anything at all.
And then she was crying all of a sudden and I was so confused and Darry was rushing to her and Two-Bit put down his feast and Soda went in to hug her and Pony was there too and I got up to hug mom too.
And that's when she said it.
The words that broke us all, the words that would inexplicably send us into a bleak future that we never could have imagined.
" Your father was in a car crash. His wounds were fatal."