Water and Ice
Chapter 2 Puncture Wound
I don`t own The Outsiders. Sorry I forgot to mention that last chapter.
When I woke up I was lying on the grass outside my house. I heard screaming. My first thought was run.
I ran down the road, panting but pushing myself to go faster, longer. Fear was coursing through my veins and my vision was a blur. My head was throbbing and my right leg ached, but that didn`t stop me until I slammed right into The Pit Stopper, the local gas station(I don`t even think that`s a real place, I just made it up).
I dragged myself inside, sighing as the blast of the cool air conditioner hit my flushed, sweaty face. My heart was pounding so hard it was painful and my sides hurt. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall for a second, catching my breath.
Then I remembered, my ma. Oh, shit! She was still at my place and so was my drunk-ass ol` man. He could`ve killed Ma by now. I grabbed the door to leave, panicking at thought of what could be happening this very second, when I noticed something. One of my pant legs was damp, and I felt something warm and wet trickling down my leg. I glanced down and saw a trail of blood.
"Holy shit kid, what the hell happened?" I heard a man`s voice ask. I ignored him and quickly locked myself in the men`s room before I pulled down my jeans.
Oh no. I made a little noise in my throat. A sticky, dark red mess covered my right leg and more of the thick, hot liquid was coming out of a gash in my thigh. My old man had gotten me with his blade.
Blade... he had a blade. His drunken smirk. Why? You wanna go first? He had a blade, and he was going to use it on my ma. My ma. He`ll kill her. He`ll kill here and you`re doing nothing but sitting here like the pathetic little baby he says you are.
C`mon Dal, man up, I told myself. I grabbed some toilet paper and wrapped it around my thigh, double knotting the bandage and pulled my blood-stained pants back on. I`d had worse injuries.
I limped out of the restroom, hand in my pocket where my switchblade was at, going as fast as I could. I had to get to my ma. My ol` man can`t hurt her, he can`t. She`s the only thing left that I consider family.
"Kiddo, where you think you`re going," The same man that had asked me earlier about my leg grabbed my shoulders and looked at me, concerned. I recognized him as the store owner. "Who did that to you?"
"My old man, now let go," I told him, squirming in his strong grip.
"That looks pretty bad, kid," The store owner insisted. "You aren't going nowhere, please, just sit down you a moment. You`ll need stitches I bet."
"My ma she, she," I begged, stumbling over my words. I had to get to her. The sense of panic was overwhelming and I had to get to my ma, I had to!
The man grabbed my chin and tilted it up, so I was looking him in the eye.
"Look kid, you`re hurt and you are not going anywhere until we get you some help."
"Get away from me!" I screamed. I flicked out my blade and sunk it into his lower side, near his hip. He let out a gasp and stumbled back.
"I uh, um..." I squeaked, my eyes wide, as a dark red stain began to spread from where my switchblade protruded from his side.
Oh, no, oh no, oh my god what have I done now? No, no, no this isn`t happening. This isn`t happening, this, this. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!
I tore out of The Pit Stopper, running as fast as I could as the blistering summer sun glared down at me. my leg hurt so bad, the pain was so excruciating it was nearly numb. My t-shirt clung to my back with sweat, my pants were wet and heavy, soaked with my own blood. I didn`t care. I kept going. I had to.
I hadn`t gotten very far when I heard sirens. The fuzz.
A pair of hands grabbed me and spun me around to look at my face.
"We`ve got him," The cop shouted. "What`s your name?" He asked roughly.
"D-D-Dallas Winston," I stammered. "P-please lemme go, please. I-I-I didn`t mean t-to, I`m s-s-sorry, I r-really am. You gotts b-believe mr, my ma she she-you gotta save her!"
"Dallas Winston, " Another cop said. "You are under arrest for attempted murder." He pulled my arms behind me and handcuffed me.
"No, n-no, you, you c-can`t! Please, no! Please, no, no, no!" I screamed, crying. 'I`m only ten, no, no, no! I want my mom, I want my mom, I have to get my mom!"
The first cop picked me up and put mean in the back of the police car, oblivious to my hysterical screams and struggles. Oblivious to the people staring and whispering. The people that watched as I was torn away from life, as I knew it.
Oooh, dramatic. Poor Dal. Hoped you enjoyed all this and I apologize if it`s a little short, but this seemed like a good place to stop, ya dig? So yeah, review, follow, favorite, and for pete`s sake don`t be a soc!