Here is my New Fanfiction. This chapter is in Steve's point of view. Hope you enjoy!
Father and Son
My relationship with my father ain't exactly pleasant. In fact it's a downright screwed up relationship. We always follow the same routine. It's weird it was like my dad looked at the clock and said, "Huh, four o'clock gotta go bitch at Steve." Anyway what happens every time is the following. He comes home in a foul mood or drunk, sometimes both. He gets pissed at me for something I either did or didn't do. We get in fight, and he tells me to get out. I go and spend the night at Sodapop's. Then the next day he gives me five or six dollars as an apology. I accept the money but not the apology.
It didn't used to be like this. We used to get along okay. Then mom died. He took it hard that rough patch when she was sick and the months after she died were where he got his love of tequila. Well, tequila and whisky. It don't matter though, I don't care that he doesn't like me. I have Soda and the gang for family. No matter how many times I say, "I don't care" I just can't seem to convince myself.
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"Steve passes me that wrench will ya?" Soda called to me, his voice slightly muffled from under the truck he was working on. I handed it to him.
"When are we off?" I asked leaning down so I could talk to him more clearly.
"As soon as we fix that mustang over there." A hand shot out from under the truck and pointed at a completely destroyed car.
I muttered a curse. Some stupid Socs had gone to a party last night and gotten so drunk they couldn't tell that they had been driving on the wrong side of the road. Obviously they got into an accident and completely destroyed their car. They should be thanking god that they ain't dead at the moment. That car would take hours to fix. I silently cursed the Socs again somehow whether it was intentional or not they always managed to wreck everything.
I sighed picked up my toolbox and got to work on the beyond tuff mustang.
My prediction was right it did take us hours to fix. After Sodapop had finished his car he had come helped with the mustang, the two of us working in happy silence. We finally finished at ten o'clock, about two hours after our shift was supposed to be over.
We out our tools away, the pumps had been shut down long ago. We turned off the lights locked the door and left.
"Ya crashin' at our house tonight?" Soda asked stuffing his hands into his pockets shivering in the January wind.
"Nah, I'm gonna stay at my place." I ignore Soda's looked. I knew how he felt about me staying at my place. I know that sounds weird but Sodapop really didn't like my dad, not that I blamed him. I didn't like my dad either. On more than one occasion Soda and Darry had offered to let me stay permanently at their place I always told them "no thank ya". I would love to live with the Curtis's, honest. It's just I felt that if I left the house I'd be disappointing my mom or something. She'd have wanted me to stay with my dad. No matter what.
"Later." I told Sodapop as I turned and walked quickly down the street the chill of winter growing stronger.
My dad's car was snowed into the driveway. "This ain't good." I thought to myself as I climbed the steps to the front door.
Walking thru the dimly lit hallways I kept my ears sharp for sounds of my dad. I was in luck he was passed out in front of the TV. I crept passed him and into my room. I locked the door to my room just in case. I picked up a car magazine and started to read.
I was safe. This time.
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I woke hearing my dad snoring from the living room the TV still going from the night before. Wearing a white T-shirt and boxers I slinked into the kitchen looking for breakfast. I opened the kitchen cupboard, which contained only some cans of tuna and some soup before deciding I would head to the Curtis's.
A voice scared me out of my thoughts. "Why didn't ya turn off the TV?" He barked at me.
"I thought you were still watchin' it." I muttered.
"I was asleep dumb ass." He snapped. I didn't say anything he was clearly hangover and that tended to get him pissed easily.
I walked past him into my bedroom slamming the door shut behind me. About two seconds later the door flew open and my dad stormed in.
"Ya dumb ass! I'm hung over! Jesus Christ stop the loud noises." He yelled as I slammed the top dresser drawer closed as I took out a pair of jeans. I didn't say anything just put my pants on quickly.
"You stupid ass, I'm talkin' to ya!" He yelled.
"Fuck off." I snapped sitting on my bed and slipping my boot's on.
"You ungrateful bastard, get the hell outta my house."
"Gladly." I said pushing past him grabbing my warmest leather jacket on the way out. It was winter after all.
As I stormed outta the house I knew it would be at least a day before I would be allowed to come back. I'd ask Sodapop if I could stay with him.
It's a horrible feeling knowing you ain't wanted. And my dad wasn't shy about reminding me.
As usual the door wasn't locked to the Curtis's so I let myself in. Darry, Pony, and Soda were all in the kitchen talking and laughing. I felt a pain of guilt intruding on their family moment. I felt a pang of jealousy over Sodapop, having a family that cared and all. I quickly pushed those feelings away.
"Hey y'all." I greeted them.
"Hey buddy, what'cha doin' here so early?" Sodapop asked thru a mouthful of chocolate cake, the usual breakfast special at the Curtis's.
"Dad and I went at it again." I shrugged like it didn't matter, all though everyone in the room knew it did matter.
"Need a place to crash tonight?" Darry asked placing his empty dishes in the sink.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Wanna go to the drag strips tonight?" Soda asked. I nodded feeling slightly like a little boy being cheered up after he lost his balloon. I wasn't complaining though I really wanted to go to the drag strips. I really felt the need to do something dangerous.
"Can I come to?" Pony asked hopefully, I narrowed my eyes but didn't say anything he was Sodapop's brother after all, even if he was a tag along.
"Sure kiddo." Soda ruffled his hair; I smirked when Ponyboy quickly smoothed it down again.
"The drag strips it is." Sodapop announced.
Great, danger here we come.
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