CRASH
I got slammed in the face and fell back knocking a lamp over, which, only made Roger madder.
"Don't you have any respect for other people's property?!"
I was still half groggy-not to mention half blind- from the last punch my stepfather (well my step anyway I dunno about the whole "father" part) threw at my eye.
"Get back here you little bitch!" He yelled at me as I tore across the lawn unable to take what was being done to me any longer. Physically I could take about anything but I was getting fed up with him and I knew if I stayed any longer I might end up killing him. "You leave and you won't come back!"
Ooh big threat I thought, my voice dripping with sarcasm. We both know how much I love staying in this hellhole.
I was at the local drag-strip before I was finally calm enough to sit still and figure out where I'd stay if Roger wasn't bluffing.
"Bad night girlie?" I nearly jumped out of my skin, I noticed that my hand was in my boot almost ready to pull out a switch-blade that my dad gave me before he died. He had had it since he was my age (he didn't grow up in a good neighborhood) but it was still in mint condition. I released the blade when I saw that it was just an old dude
Prob'ly a bum. I thought to myself.
"You could say that, but it'd be the understatement of a lifetime." I reached up to brush the hair outta my eyes and my sleeve accidentally hit my swollen eye and I flinched and let loose a string of cuss words, under my breath, about Roger.
"Listen i know you probably don' trust me seein' how we ain't neva met b'fore but i got this necklace kinda sentimental cuz it helped me out through some hard times maybe it'll help you." He looked down at my other hand.
I followed his gaze and saw my battered copy of The Outsiders i must have grabbed it as i ran out the door. I never went anywhere without that book. "Love that book, seems like i could live in that book."
"Yeah, me too, too bad i can't" I glanced down at Dally, Darry, Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Steve, Soda, and Johnny's faces. I'd make a perfect greaser, a tough hoodlum with a shitty home-life.
"Give it a rub for good luck, don' lose it or you'll be stuck." The old dude moved quickly for a bum, didn't even limp. Which was a rarity for homeless people around here.
He's a poet and he don't know it. I muttered to myself, i looked down at the medallion he gave me. It was big and clunky (the way i like my jewelry) and it kinda reminded me of something my dad would wear. So i slipped it on. Just to humor the guy I rubbed it... suddenly everything started spinning. It spun so fast i passed out .
I got slammed in the face and fell back knocking a lamp over, which, only made Roger madder.
"Don't you have any respect for other people's property?!"
I was still half groggy-not to mention half blind- from the last punch my stepfather (well my step anyway I dunno about the whole "father" part) threw at my eye.
"Get back here you little bitch!" He yelled at me as I tore across the lawn unable to take what was being done to me any longer. Physically I could take about anything but I was getting fed up with him and I knew if I stayed any longer I might end up killing him. "You leave and you won't come back!"
Ooh big threat I thought, my voice dripping with sarcasm. We both know how much I love staying in this hellhole.
I was at the local drag-strip before I was finally calm enough to sit still and figure out where I'd stay if Roger wasn't bluffing.
"Bad night girlie?" I nearly jumped out of my skin, I noticed that my hand was in my boot almost ready to pull out a switch-blade that my dad gave me before he died. He had had it since he was my age (he didn't grow up in a good neighborhood) but it was still in mint condition. I released the blade when I saw that it was just an old dude
Prob'ly a bum. I thought to myself.
"You could say that, but it'd be the understatement of a lifetime." I reached up to brush the hair outta my eyes and my sleeve accidentally hit my swollen eye and I flinched and let loose a string of cuss words, under my breath, about Roger.
"Listen i know you probably don' trust me seein' how we ain't neva met b'fore but i got this necklace kinda sentimental cuz it helped me out through some hard times maybe it'll help you." He looked down at my other hand.
I followed his gaze and saw my battered copy of The Outsiders i must have grabbed it as i ran out the door. I never went anywhere without that book. "Love that book, seems like i could live in that book."
"Yeah, me too, too bad i can't" I glanced down at Dally, Darry, Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Steve, Soda, and Johnny's faces. I'd make a perfect greaser, a tough hoodlum with a shitty home-life.
"Give it a rub for good luck, don' lose it or you'll be stuck." The old dude moved quickly for a bum, didn't even limp. Which was a rarity for homeless people around here.
He's a poet and he don't know it. I muttered to myself, i looked down at the medallion he gave me. It was big and clunky (the way i like my jewelry) and it kinda reminded me of something my dad would wear. So i slipped it on. Just to humor the guy I rubbed it... suddenly everything started spinning. It spun so fast i passed out .
