Author's Notes:D
Hey, what's up people? Ok, anyway, this story is to make up for some that I've stopped writing. I just lost intrest in them and they really weren't geting very good reviews. So I decided to write this one. Its something kind of new that I thought not that many people have done before so here it is and I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders frowns and starts to cry. But Maggie is all mine and so is her sister and the soc her sister is married too.
Maggie wondered around the deserted streets, tears streamed down her face and she looked around her constantly. Trying to make sure no one was falling her. She had no idea what had went so wrong for her to end up this way. For her to be in these streets, the streets of Tulsa, on her way to get the only thing of importance in her life.
She tripped unexpantingly and fell to her knees. She growled in anger and threw a couple of rocks in no particular direction, she just needed to blow off the steam. The tears started to flow more and she wiped them away vigorously. Crying was useless and only showed weakness, she needed to suck it up and get on her way.
She told herself that over and over again, to suck it up. She walked stiffly down the streets until she was only a block away. She took in a shaky breath as she looked at the house. The sound of music blared from it as she walked even closer.
She walked through the screen door without another thought about what awaited inside. The smoke greeted her and she had to try hard not to cough. She looked around and then walked up the stairs to the many rooms upstairs. She walked to the one that she had once shared with her older sister, the one where her older sister had comforted her and told her everything would be alright. And now she was alone, her sister had left her to go live with that soc. That soc that hated kids so much, he had even taken a swing at Maggie a couple of times. But her older sister, Vally, was convinced that she was in love with that damn soc. No matter how much pain Maggie had to go through.
Maggie fumbled with the key as she took it out of her pocket, her cheek still burned from that last hit. She growled again as she dropped the key. She stomped her foot childishly and bent down to pick it up, her cheek burning even more as some of her blood rushed to her head. She struggled to grab a hold of it but once she did she slouched back up to a standing position, only to drop the key again. This time instead of growling the tears yet again started to flow from her eyes and spill down her already reddened cheeks. She slid down the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest, letting her body shack with the sobs she had held in for years. She cried for her parents, for her sister, for herself, she cried for all of it.
Maggie sat like that for at least 20 minutes before a voice startled her.
"You need some kind of help kid?" a cold voice asked over her quiet sobs. She took a shaky breath, not sure if she wanted to see what kind of man waited for her. A number of things could happen to her in this house. A number of unwanted, painful things. She finally looked up and met the cold blue eyes of a man not older then 20. He had a sluttish looking girl hanging off of his arm and his words were slightly slurred.
"She left me." Maggie whispered as if speaking the words would curse her. She shuddered just thinking about what she was going to do after this night. How she was going to take care of herself or make money to live or to eat or to buy clothes or to go to school. She didn't want to think about it, she couldn't think about it.
She looked up, startled to find the man still standing there. The girl hanging on his arm was now gone. Probably mad at him for holding up the "fun" she had planned for the night.
"No." she said simply. "I don't need any help. Why are you bothering?" she looked down at her feet. Her shoes were worn and torn and you cold barely tell that they were once a black color. They were now covered with dust and dirt. She would need new ones pretty soon, especially with winter approaching. She couldn't let her feet freeze.
The sound of the man's voice brought her out of her thoughts yet again. "Its not everyday you see a little girl crying in front of a bedroom at Buck Merril's house." he snapped, hate starting to fill his voice now. "I hate kids." he mumbled to himself as he shifted uncomfortably, not liking the situation he had put himself in.
Maggie nodded, now seeing his point. She didn't know why she had come back here. Maybe to be reminded of her sister, maybe to get her things together. Maybe to see if she could scrap up some money or maybe just to collapse on the bed and sleep until she didn't wake up again.
"So what are you doing here?" he asked, annoyance taking the place of hatred in his voice.
"My sister..." Maggie trailed off, doubting whether she should tell him but continued anyway. "Left me so she could marry a soc." a hateful smile filled her face as she continued to stare down at her shoes, a picture of that damn soc was filling her vision. "He doesn't like kids, especially not greaser ones. He hit me. He hit a lot." Maggie said, her tears were finally starting to stop. The more she thought about what was going on the more she hated her sister instead of missed her. And the more she hated that damn soc for hitting her and driving her and her sister apart.
The man in front of her shook his head in disgust, more towards her sister. His white blond hair fell in his ice blue eyes, forming a curtain. "That still doesn't answer the question." he snapped. "What are you doing here!?"
Maggie scowled at him before answering. "My parents died about 5 months ago in a car crash. My sister and me were kicked out of the apartment so Buck's been letting us stay her ever since." he nodded, showing her that he was satisfied for her answer.
"What's your name kid?" he asked after a long while of silence. Maggie looked up at him, his hair was still in his eyes and his face was still as cold and hard as concrete, something told her she shouldn't have even been talking to him. But she was too tired and too beat up to care.
"Maggie. What's yours?" she looked up at him again briefly before looking down again. She let her feet slip down so her legs were lying flat on the ground. She whipped her clammy hands on her jeans. She was getting ready to run just in case this guy turned out to be someone really bad.
"Dallas Winston." was his simple reply. Maggie had to fight to keep the shock from her face. Dallas Winston, the toughest hood in Tulsa, was talking to her, a 13 year old girl. She nodded and pulled herself up, she turned her back on him and picked up her key, still fumbling with it because her hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"Hey, kid." Dallas' voice rang out from behind her and she whirled around. "What'd say I take you some place to get some ice for that face of yours?" Maggie was shocked that he had even noticed and looked up at him. He was obviously kicking himself mentally for even asking her, probably thinking about how much it would hurt him reputation wise to be seen with her. But she needed it badly, her cheek was still stinging and her eye was swelled and turning purple. She nodded.
"I sure would appreciate it." she said finally, walking towards him a bit. He nodded and turned around, walking down the stairs without waiting for her to follow. Maggie picked up her pace and followed him down the stairs and out the door. She breathed in the fall air, thankful to be out of the smoke, before running to his car to catch up. She jumped into the passenger side and he sped away. She watched all the pacing buildings going by and wondered where he was taking her. She really didn't care at this point, she had nothing left to live for anyway.
About 8 minutes later they stopped in front of a small house. The paint was chipped and the metal fence in front was bent in a few places, but the place looked homey none the less. Maggie hoped out of the car followed by Dallas. She followed him up the sidewalk and to the stairs of the house. He walked right in not bothering to knock. He held the door open for her and she followed him in.
Maggie looked around the house, she was right, the place was homey. A bit cluttered, but homey none the less. She looked down when she realized there were about 6 other guys in the room besides Dallas. Dallas walked passed her further into what looked like the living room and began speaking to a big guy with huge muscles.
"Hey, Darry. Can I get some ice?" he asked, not coldly but not friendly either. The big guy nodded and walked into what Maggie guessed was the kitchen.
"Dally, what are you doing with a girl this age?" one of them asked. Maggie looked over to him. He was wearing a confused expression. He had long sideburns that looked to be a sort of rusty color. He was a bit stocky too.
Dally flicked him the bird before answering. "I found at Buck's house, in the hallway on the floor." the other guys confusion seemed to deepen and he cocked an eyebrow at Dallas.
"Ask her." Dally snapped and jabbed a finger in Maggie's direction. Maggie snapped her head up and around to stare at the guy who was looking at her for an answer. She looked around the room and realized that all of them were looking at her for an answer, not just the side burn guy.
"My sister, left me to marry a soc. Our parents died about 5 months back and I was left with her. But she left me, too. So I had no where to go back to besides the room at Buck's that we were staying in. The soc guy she was marrying didn't like kids to well, hates greasers too. He slapped me around a little bit before I got up enough sense to leave." Maggie said, hoping that her shortened answer would please them enough to stop asking question.
They all nodded to her, not saying a word.
"Well," Dally said after a few minutes of silence, "this is Two Bit, Steve, Soda, Johnny, and Pony. The big guy right there with your ice is Darry." he pointed to Darry who was just now coming out of the kitchen with a towel wrapped around some ice. She thanked him quietly and stuck the ice on her cheek.
"This is Maggie." Dally told them all. They all nodded and smiled at her. Maggie looked over to the t.v which was now starting to blare what sounded like Mickey Mouse. She looked at the floor in front of it to find Two Bit glued to it with a bottle of beer and a piece of chocolate cake.
She had defiantly run into a weird bunch!