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Dally's P.O.V
When Tim and I walked into the Curtis's house, Tim dropped the girl on the couch. And of course the ENTIRE gang, just happened to be there. Darry just stood there, shaking his head at me, as if I did this. Yeah, right. I may be a tough hood, but I am not low enough to stab a defenseless girl. "We found the kid bein' pursued by her ol' man. We chased him off, and she passed out, so we brought her over here." I said, taking a drag off my cigarette.
"Pony, go get the first aid kit." Darry commanded, walking over to the girl. She was paler that before, and shaking although she was unconscious. When Pony returned, Darry played nurse for the stranger. He stitched her up, and surprisingly enough, she didn't wake up. "Heavy sleeper…." He mumbled, as he bandaged her side up. He noticed her clothes were all stained with blood. "Soda, go see if Sandy can come over. This kid needs some new clothes, and I sure as (heck) ain't gonna help her with that."
"Sure," Soda nodded, as he went to phone up Sandy. Sandy was the only girl they knew who had decent clothes for a kid her age.
"OK." Darry sighed, "Pony, will you put this back." He handed Pony, the first aid kit, and Pony hurriedly put it back.
"Now where's this kid gonna stay? She obviously ain't gonna go home." Tim broke into the silence of the house.
"I dunno. Anywhere but there." Dally replied, putting his cigarette out, and throwing the butt away.
"What are you talkin' 'bout?" Two-Bit asked, a little bit confused.
"The kid is gonna need a place to stay, and we don't know where." Tim explained, slumping onto the armchair.
"Oh, how 'bout my house?" Two-Bit asked, thinking about how much his sister, Caroline, would like to have another girl her age in the house.
"Naw… Nobody's ever home." Steve said, before turning to Tim. "How 'bout your place?"
"Are you (bleep)in' kiddin' me? I live in a house with ANGELA and CURLY! The last thing I need is another little girl, hanging around them, and becomin' a mini Angela! Forget it!" Tim roared, angry that someone would even consider that.
"C'mon, man. Kid can't go home, needs supervision, and some people to socialize with. Darry can't do it 'cause the Social Services are always breathin' down their necks, Steve and Dally don't have good livin' environments to begin with, Johnny is clearly outta the question, and my family can barely care for themselves. That only leaves you." Two-Bit pleaded, trying not to anger Tim. Tim is vicious when angered.
Tim huffed clearly (ticked) off, "Fine! I'll take her home once she's better."
"JoAnne." Pony said softly, causing all eyes to turn towards him.
"What did you say, Pone?" Johnny whispered to him.
"JoAnne Pennington. That's her name. She's in some of my classes. She's a Soc, a cheerleader, but she's shy and doesn't talk above a whisper." Pony explained, a little louder this time.
Soda came strolling back in, "Sandy's on her way. She's a little mad I called her this late at night, but I told her it's an emergency."
Two-Bit looked at the girl then at Pony, "Jeez, Pony. Do you stalk her for a livin'?"
Pony's ears turned bright red, "No. She's my lab partner in biology, and have you looked at what she's wearin'?" The gang looked at the girl, and sure enough she was wearing something way too fancy to be a Greasey girl's clothes. She was wearing a torn, blood splattered blouse, that appeared to have been white, and a baby blue checkered skirt.
"What!? I can't let no little Soc girl live in my house! It'll ruin my rep!" Tim shouted, waking the girl. She looked around with groggy wide eyes, and said some simple words, "He wants me dead."
JoAnne's POV
After I fell unconscious on the ground, I felt as if my soul wasn't connected to my body. I knew someone was touching me, but I couldn't feel it. My mind suddenly went back to my mom. She used to be so pure. So beautiful. She made my life worth living, but then she had to die. Why do all the good people have to die?! My father used to be happy once too. I remember he used to joke around, and we'd play catch. I never was too skilled at it, but he never minded. He was just satisfied, that I'd play. I remember the night Mom had died….
"Momma, you can't leave!" I screamed, as my six year old frame clutched at her skirt.
Father had picked me up, causing me to release the fabric. "Now, Jo… Your mother will be back soon. She has to check up on Aunt Tracy."
I sniffled, with a small pout. "Promise?"
"I promise, Annie." She had said, gently kissing my forehead. "You be good, sweetie. I love you." Then she left.
Dad had put me down, and I had pushed some hair out of my face. "Ok, Jo. Now go play." I had scampered off into the beautiful background, and ran to the swing set. I swung and sang a lullaby my mom sang me whenever I had nightmares. "Hush, hush. Listen here. I will help you wipe your tears. I'll hold you close, and sing our song. Let's dream a dream, and sing our song." (A/N: I own the song, I made it up here, and try to imagine a mother singing a scared little kid this. ;D)
Soon I had gotten hungry, and went inside. But before I got to the kitchen the doorbell rang. I ran to it and hollered, "I got it, Daddy!"
I opened the door, and there was a policeman out there. "Can I help you, sir?" I had learned how to properly answer a door from Mom. She had always hated when people were rude when answering doors.
The policeman had a look of sorrow, and he looked down at me. I looked up at him, with bright green eyes. He held his hat to his chest, "Is this the Pennington residents?"
"Yea! Do you wanna talk to Daddy?" I had asked, cocking my head to the side.
The policeman kneeled, "Yes, little missy. This is important. Was Judy Pennington your mommy?"
"Yep! Where is she?" I looked before the cop, as if he was hiding her behind him.
"No. Can I come in please, Miss…"
"JoAnne. JoAnne Pennington. Nice to meet you, sir." I held out a petite hand, and he had taken it and shook it softly. I led him into the house, "Make yourself comfty. I'll go get Daddy." Then I skipped off, my yellow dress swaying back and forth. I knocked on Mom and Dad's bedroom door, and spoke softly, "Daddy? A policeman wants to see you."
Dad had opened the door and nodded, "Ok, c'mon Jo." He scooped me up, and carried me back to the living room where the cop was still sitting. "Can I help you?"
"Yes." The cop cleared his throat, "I regret to inform you, Mrs. Judy Pennington was shot and killed tonight."
Dad was silent, at first I thought he was going to hurt the cop, but he nodded meekly. "Thanks…."
"I'm sorry." The policeman spoke, before leaving.
"Daddy, where's Mommy?" I hadn't understood death, and how that worked exactly, so I didn't understand his pain.
"She's… gone." Dad buried his face in his hands, muttering to himself.
"Yea," I giggled, "She went to see Auntie Tracy."
"NO!" Dad barked, looking up, his eyes full of hate and sadness. "She's never coming back! Ever! Don't you understand?!"
"But…" I started to protest, but Dad wouldn't hear it. He slapped me on the cheek, hard. My hand flew to my cheek, and I ran out of the house. That was the first time I ran away.
And as I ran down the street, I could hear Dad shout after me, "I'm gonna KILL you!"
Some loud shouting, woke me up, and I noticed I was looking up at the faces of some young guys. I didn't know what to say, but my brain apparently did, because as I looked around wide eyed, I muttered something. "He wants me dead…"
DUN! DUN! DUN! Suspense… I think this is a cliffy…? I'll just say it is. ;) Soooo….. Yeah, my laptop is getting sent it, so the lid can get fixed. (It's falling off. O-o) So, I might not update for a while… Soooo… Ya, pretty much. ;D