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Tommy strode to his house happily. After the fight he and his
friends just hung around The Ribbon, but after nearly an hour of
silence they all decided to turn in for the night. All their previous
happiness disappeared as soon as they deserted the greasers by the
side of the road. Losing a fight is never fun, especially when you
have more men, it was just plain embarassing. He laughed silently in
his head as he remembered the long stream of curses that had
escaped James when it became obvious that his nose had been
broken. Actually the entire ride was pretty gruesome, Dally's blade
sure was sharp. He had managed to escape with just a few cuts on
his arm, but almost everyone else had long gashes down their arms,
and Rusty had a fairly deep on on his stomach.
Tommy slipped his house key into the lock and stepped into his house
quietly. He knew it wasn't really necessary to be this stealth, because
even if his parents did hear him it didn't matter, they never really got
mad. They'd just scold him for a few minutes then let it go.
Only one of his feet were inside when he heard it. A loud crash that
shattered the previous silent. He wasted no time in running towards
the sound.
"Fuck you!" he heard his mother screech as he flew into the kitchen,
unnoticed by it's two current occupants. Shards of glass lay on the
floor, the smell of whiskey was flooding out of the stain growing
under the pieces.
His father stood on the other side of the kitchen, looking dumbstruck
at the broken bottle as if he thought it'd mend itself any second.
Suddenly his eyes flicked up and glared at her. "Why the fuck would
you do that!" he roared. "That fuckin' cost a lot! Money doesn't grow
on trees you know!"
"I know!" she cried, tears streaming from her eyes. "I know money
doesn't grow on trees! And that's why I don't understand why you do
this! Spend all that money on booze, drink it in all one night! You
know our situation! We barely have enough to afford our mortgage!
And your spending it on whores and booze doesn't help!"
"Well I'm done Richard! I'm through with all this crap! I'm tired of forgiving
you just for you to cheat again! I'm leaving!" she screamed.
Ignoring his yells of protest she spun around and headed for the door, nearly
running into Tommy. She looked at him with red eyes for the first time that
night. She just shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry Tommy.." she muttered as
she pushed past him and fled for the door.
Nobody moved until the door clicked shut.
Tommy looked around wildly. What had happened? His thoughts swirled
through his mind, moving so fast it dizzied him. What did she mean
she's leaving? "Dad?" he asked cautiously. He waited for the response
he wanted, that everything would be alright, that his mother would be home
in the morning, that they'd kiss and make up and it'd be happily ever after, but
this wasn't some fairy tale, and that wasn't the answer he got.
"What?" his father snapped, awoken from his thoughts.
Tommy clamped his mouth shut, shocked at his sudden hostility. "Dad?"
he asked again cautiously.
"Don't look at me like that! You know well what the fuck just happened!
Don't act like a little fucking kid! Stop looking at me like that, it's your
fault she left!" he shouted. "And I doubt she coming back!"
Feeling a sudden gust of courage Tommy stepped forwards. "My fault?
Did you hear what she just said! You the one who cheated, not me! Your
the one that get drunk every night, not me! And guess what else!"
"What!"
"I don't wanna be in this house any more than she does!" He held his
breath after he said that. He hadn't meant it. He was mad his mom left,
but not mad enough to leave. He still loved him.
"You don't have any idea of how lucky you are! I'm the one working my
ass off everyday to pay for your nice clothes and car and house! You
couldn't survive a day without your fucking silk pillow!" his father retorted.
"Screw you! I don't need that shit! I can do whatever the fuck I want,
I don't need shit!" he yelled back. "I hate you!" He bite his tongue to
prevent himself from saying anything else he'd regret.
"Then get out! Get the fuck outta my house!" his father roared.
Tommy looked at him in shock. He didn't mean it. It was just another fight.
His father never actually kicked him out. He was just mad. He didn't mean
it...
"Get out! Now! Of you don't need all this shit then leave!" His father
roared, throwing a vase across the room. Tommy nearly didn't duck in
time. The glass fell on his back as he darted away from the wall and
shot out of his house.
He didn't stop running even after he ran out of the house. He didn't
stop when he ran around the corner. He didn't stop as he past
buildings and bars. Not when the houses grew smaller. Not when the
roads seemed dirtier. Not when the town seemed darker. Not even when
he crossed the train tracks.
The buildings swirled around him in a meaningless blur. He couldn't see
straight. He didn't even acknowledge the fact his legs were slowly buckling
under him. Not even when they gave out did he notice the rocks that dug
into his hands and knees, breaking skin and causing beads of blood to drip
out. His thoughts swirled wildly in his mind. He slumped on the wet ground
for a while, barely aware that his body was shaking, or that his tears were
freezing on his cheeks.
Enough, he finally scolded himself. Sitting around isn't doing
anything. Sitting around isn't what you do. Just get through tonight,
then you can deal with everything tomorrow.
He stood quickly with his new goal in mind. Pushing all his thoughts
from his mind he thought of what he needed to do.
As a cool breeze past through he realized how bad he was shivering. A
warm place to stay would be priority, he figured. And tomorrow I'd
figure out how to get by from there. If his dad had forgiven him, if
his mom was really gone...
Realizing tears had started down his face again he scratched them
away. No crying, he told himself.
As he looked at his surrounding with a clear mind he realized just
where he was. Two dirty brick walls enclosed him in an alley. Garbage
and dirt was scattered on the ground, a broken beer bottle was laying
on the ground. One entrance of the alley led him to a road, the other
was closed of with a fence. He was in the East Side.
"Hey look-y here, looks like we go ourselves a soc." he heard a deep
voice growl. "You get lost?" Another voice mocked.
Tommy twisted around to face the direction of the voices. There at the
entrance of the alley stood three greasers with menacing grins on each
of their faces but one who just glared.
Tommy slowly moved backwards away from the approaching figures trying
not to turn and run. He heard a light clang as his back made contact
with the fence behind him. He had nowhere to go.
"All alone, can't run, got nowhere to hide, what's a poor little soc
to do?" one crooned.
He looked around wildly. I have no idea, he answered him in his mind. No
idea.
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Okay so that's that. Thank-you to my reviewers,
Iamafanoftoomanythingstoname and Today-Only-Happens-Once.
for their reviews. You guys pwn ;)
Hope you liked and please review.
I'm so sorry I know I said the gang would be in this chap, but I
promise on my life they'll be in my next one! Sorry if anyone was
looking forwards to them :(
So please review :) If I get 2 or more I'll update before tomorrow
night :)
