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Alice P.O.V.
I came around only a few minutes later to find that Soc on top of me, his knees pinning my arms on the ground. He must have thrown Johnny and Ponyboy off again because they were only a few feet away getting back up from the ground. The Soc's hand was over my mouth and his other had exploring the rest of me. This sent my mind into overload, I didn't realize anything that was happening around me, and I forgot that I was with Dally, Darry and his gang playing football in the lot. Flashes of men, big, ugly, drunken men popped into my head and they were standing around me now, watching as my dad's own big sweaty palm was covering my mouth and his rough hands touching me. I was in pain. I wanted it to stop. 'Daddy, please stop it hurts too much.'
Muffled screams were loud enough they were echoing in my ears. I kicked and thrashed around violently trying to get him off but my dad had to weight around 200 pounds. His laughter and his buddies' laughter started to drown out my screams. But suddenly my screams weren't muffled anymore but loud and piercing, the pain was gone and the weight on my chest was gone. I opened my eyes and my dad and the rest of the drunken men were gone. Instead I came back to reality and the Soc that was on my was being lifted off the ground by his ski jacket by Darry, who seemed huge compared to the Soc. Darry tossed the Soc feet across the field like he weighed less than a football. Slowly I sat up, shaking all over; my screams had turned into panic- stricken shrikes that I muffled with my hand. All the Socs were running for their cars now, most of them looking pretty banged up. All the greaser boys whooped and hollered in celebration. They didn't look as beat up as the Socs did but a few of them had black eyes or busted lips.
Once the Socs were gone, Darry turned around to look at me full of concern. "Alice? Are you okay?" he asked slowly like he was talking to an injured animal.
I realized I was shaking in convulsions, and my muffled shrikes were threatening to turn into sobs, tears stung my eyes but I refused to let them come. I was over this. Time to suck it up. That's what I told myself, didn't mean my body listened.
"Alice!" Dally called as he and the rest of the gang came jogging over to me. Dally kneeled down beside me and put a hand on my shoulder giving me a rough shake to snap me out of it. He knew what had happened to me. He knew what I saw. He knew these boys could never know. I was ashamed of it so I never wanted anyone to know. "You alright, girl?"
Slowly I nodded and then regretted it when I realized my splitting headache. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a headache."
"He kicked you really hard you were out of it for a couple minutes." Ponyboy said, quietly standing up and brushing dirt off his track tee-shirt.
"You might have a concussion…" Darry said. They all were keeping their distance from me and they had weary looks on their faces. My little fit must have scared them.
I shook my head and again regretted it. "No, no. I'm fine." Actually I didn't feel fine. My head felt like someone hit it with a baseball bat and my stomach kept turning. "Are you guys ok?"
I looked around at all of them making sure no serious damage was done. Johnny and Ponyboy were fine, just dusty from being thrown in the dirt. Darry and Sodapop didn't have a scratch on them. But Two-Bit had a busted lip, Steve had a black eye and busted lip and Dally looked like he might have a nice bruise coming along on his jaw. This was all stuff that would be over looked in New York. No one worried one bit about black eyes or busted lips, if you weren't bleeding from a gunshot wound then you were fine. But I still worried about it. These boys were too nice to deserve to get roughed up like this. The gang back in New York deserved everything they got.
"We're just dandy!" Two-Bit smiled, his comical goofy grin coming back. He pointed to his bleeding lip. "This makes us look tuff."
I glanced at Dally and he just rolled his eyes. "Alright. Get up." He grumbled grabbing me by the front of my shirt and hauling me to my feet. The earth was spinning way to fast that my stomach turned and I wanted to vomit. I stumbled back and forth but Dally kept his grip on me, shaking me out of it when I started to fall. This was normal Dallas Winston. He couldn't be gentle with anyone to save his life.
The boys weren't looking at me like I was crazy anymore. Instead they started to talk about the fight that just went on and brag about how they took their Soc down. Darry was the only one who didn't boast about taking down the 2 biggest Soc's. As we walked back down the streets to our houses, well Dally more like dragged me, I could feel Darry's cool, hard stare with a hint of worry in the back on my head. I wished he would forget back it like the others did. The last thing I needed was someone questioning me about it because it made me nervous and stressed to have to lie about it. In New York people saw it but ignored it. Nothing new. No questions asked.
Two-Bit sighed and leaned against the Curtis's chain linked fence. "Well that was a fun way to end a football game"
"The football game never even started," Sodapop reminded him, then jumped on Steve's back and they reenacted how they took down their Soc.
Their loud shouts and laughter made my head pulse. All I wanted to do now was fall fast asleep but when I looked at the setting sun I was afraid. I was scared of going into that creaky hold house waiting for my dad to get home drunk and dangerous. But I was terrified of going asleep and Dally and these boys being gone. I was terrified that this was all a dream and I would wake up tomorrow back in New York alone. No Seth to joke around with me and make me laugh as he walked me to work. No Melina at work for me to talk to and for us to protect each other as the other Cosmo girls talked behind our backs or threatened to rip our hair out at the end of the day. Tomorrow I would wake up alone, fix my dad his breakfast, lunch and dinner and pray for a day of peace, then go to work listening to all the other greaser girls gossip, go stand next to Donny silently as he talked bull in front of the rest if the gang, then finally go home and wait for it to start all over again.
"We have to try and play again soon, Darry," the youngest Curtis said looking up at his older brother with almost pleading eyes.
Darry sighed. "We'll see when I'm off work next."
Ponyboy's expression looked like he was hiding disappointment looking down at his worn out sneakers. Darry talked like he was an old wise man and his shoulders looked stiff and ridged that told me he must work a lot. It must be tough on him just as much as the younger two. He had to turn into a parent when he was just 18 when he should've gone to college. He now had bills to pay and mouths to feed. I knew how hard it was to keep growing boys feed and full. Gang girls would have to pretend to get along every Sunday and prepare a huge meal for the entire gang. They liked to think of it as "family time" when really it was just an opportunity to get everyone together and talked about who could whip who and who jumped who that week.
"Where do you work?" I asked, curiously.
He looked down at me with those cold eyes and my heart raced again making me wish he were still teaching me how to throw a football. "I'm a roofer." He said shortly then looked away.
The way he said it so short and curtly, hurt. I must have been wrong about him teaching me how to play football. He must not like me, he was probably just teaching me so his team would win. I looked down at my own white hand-me down sneakers a little put out.
Dally lite up a cigarette and mused my hair. "Well, I better take little Alice here in and then I'm gonna head over to Buck's party tonight."
I rolled my eyes at the ground and mumbled. "I'm not a little kid I can take myself in."
Dally smirked. "Younger than me."
"Barley. By a couple months."
"Someone's gotta watch over you if Seth aint here to do it." He said, louder, flipping up the collar of his black leather jacket.
When he mentioned Seth I got mad and was about to stomp off into my own house by myself. But I started at his leather jacket then looked down at myself; I was only wearing my now dirty white tee-shirt with tiny embroidered flowers and jeans. "Seth's jacket!" I shirked, a pain shooting through my head. "And my switchblade! We have to go find it!" All the boys looked at me and I started shaking nervously. I needed those things back. They were all I had left of Seth!
"We'll go back with you and look for them..." Two-Bit said, sympathetically.
"It's dark now." Dally objected. "No sense searching blindly in the dark for them. Look for them tomorrow."
Dally's P.O.V.
Alice looked up at me with those big brown eyes about to protest but I grabbed her arm and turned her towards her new house. I was getting sick of the secret looks and messages Darry was giving me about getting her home and in bed. All the other boys had choice to ignore it because she was playing it off like no big deal but Alice looked like hell. That kick to the head probably did give her some kinda concussion because a big bruise was forming at her temple and hairline, her eyes were glassy and distant, and she was shaky and pale. A few times she had turned green and I thought she was goin to spill her guts all over someone's shoes. But I think the mental scare that Soc gave me rattled her the most and was the reason she looked like she was about to fall apart.
"Forget it, Alice. Get'em tomorrow."
"Aren't you two gonna come in and get chocolate cake and play poker?" Sodapop called behind us as I marched her across the street.
"Naw. Maybe later." I called back opening the bent chain linked fence gate.
"Thanks for letting me play football," Alice called softly, weakly over her shoulder. I rolled my eyes. Why was she always so nice?
The gang watched us go inside the house then Darry herded them into the Curtis house. As soon as we were in the house I shooed Alice off to go get ready for bed. She did as told silently and I sat on the living room couch looking around at the new place. This apartment could have been an exact replica of the one back in New York only since they had so much more space now the furniture was spread out into the different rooms. There was a pack of opened cigarettes on the wooden stump of a coffee table I helped myself to a few, taking one for now and a couple more I put in my jacket pocket for later. Alice's old man was too drunk to notice if they were gone.
From the bathroom I could hear gagging and I rushed to the door to find Alice on her hands and knees getting sick in the toilet. I grimaced and looked away waiting for her to finish. When she was done she slumped back against the claw foot tub her head in her hands. I graded a torn brown washcloth that was laying on the sink, wet it and handed it to her then leaned against the bathroom doorway playing with my lighter.
"Thanks..." she whispered wiping her mouth and hands clean then shakily pushing herself up to lean over the sink she grabbed her toothbrush.
"How's Donny and those boys, huh?" I asked conversationally waiting for her to get done.
She spat then washed her mouth and face. "Donny was in the cooler when I left for armed robbery of a drug store. Probably one of his best stashes yet. He got 150bucks from the cash register, all the cigarettes and logs of snuff he could want."
I laughed. "You and him still going steady?"
She shook her head then shuffled past me down the hall to her new room. "No...He doesn't know it yet but he will once he gets out. He was two timing me anyway. We were only together cause Seth thought it was a good idea."
I took my time following figuring she was getting undressed. If it were any other girl I would be in the doorway watching but Alice was different. She was like my sister and she made me actually want to respect her privacy. When I finally did peek into the dark room to see if she were done I caught a glimpse of her bare skin. She was turned away from me fiddling with the new shirt she was about to put on. Her back was bare, pale and boney. You could see her rips and spine but you could also see dark black and purple bruises and, red or pink cuts or scars. Her old man was sick to do that to his own daughter. My teeth clenched and i balled up my fists thinking about him doing that to her. No girl deserved that. Not even a Soc girl. I look away and she put her shirt on. There wasn't any furniture in her room, not even curtains on the single window. She only had a matt and a ripped up blanket on the floor, she used a throw pillow she took off the couch in the living room as her pillow and what little clothes she had were folded up neatly in the corner of the room.
"You don't have to stay, Dally, go to your party." she told me, fully dressed in her pajamas of one of Seth's old oversized navy blue tee-shirt. Her choppy blond hair was sticking up in every other direction and her eyes were fighting to stay open.
Slowly I nodded. "Yeah, I better hurry my dame should be waiting for me. You goin to be alright?"
"I'll be fine." she sank down to her knees next to her matt pulling back the blanket.
"And when your old man comes back?"
"He's getting old now so he can't tolerate alcohol as much. By the time he comes home he'll just pass out."
Awkwardly I nodded, stuffin my fists in my pockets. "Alright. I'll be by to check on ya' tomorrow."
She nodded and gave me a small smile. "Thanks, Dally."
"Mhm..." I mumbled then turned to walk off.
The party at Bucks was loud and wild just like it always was. But the music ground at my every nerve. Hank Williams. The sound of it made my teeth clench. Just as I walked through the door I spotted Tim Shepard in the far room playin pool with an outcast Soc to see who would get that blond headed girl with the short skirt. More of Tim's boys were playing poker in the corner for cigarettes. My on again off again girlfriend, Silvia was leaning against the bar closest to the door, wearing a short sexy red dress and matching high heels that sparkled in the lights of the room. When she spotted me she smiled and flipped her long, dark, red hair back over her shoulder and strode towards me taking a long drag on her cigarette between her fingers. She grabbed the front of my black leather jacket and leaned into me blowing perfect smoke rings in my face. "Hey, Dally! What took you so long? I've missed you," she murmured silkily, reaching up to kiss me deeply.
I rolled my eyes but kissed her back halfheartedly. The only reason I kept Silvia around was when I needed someone to fool around with. She wasn't loyal to me. Whenever I was in the can she would two-time me. But it didn't bother me because I have two-timed her too. So I mostly picked and chose when I wanted her around. Right now wasn't one of those times. I had to make an important phone call.
"Common, Dally, buy me a drink," she giggled pullin me to the bar by my jacket. When I didn't pull out my wallet right away she looked at me puzzled.
"I'll buy you a drink later, honey, right now i got business to do." I said distracted looking for Buck.
"Humph!" She whined crossing her arms over her chest.
I spotted Buck further down the bar then flashed Sylvia a smile. "I'll be back, doll." I said, slappin her ass then pushing my way through the crowd to Buck. Sylvia stood and pouted where she was her arms crossed over her chest and tapping her high heel again the floor so it made a loud slapping sound.
"Hey, Buck! I need to use your phone!" I yelled to him when I couldn't get to him through the crowd.
He looked up from the two ladies he had his arms around. "Upstairs!" he called, drunkenly.
I took the stairs 2 at time thinking about the hollering I was getting to get for calling this late. No one wants to wake a pregnant woman up, especially not this one. The phone was sitting on a small wooden side table at the top of the stairs. I dialed the number and waited from the screaming to start.
"Hello?" a man answered his voice deep and still half asleep.
"Hey, man. It's Dally. How you doin?"
"Who is it, baby?" I heard a sleepy woman ask softly somewhere behind him.
"Dallas, do you know what time it is?" the man said more angrily now. I could hear the bed creek as he sat up.
"Dally? What's he doin calling this late? Doesn't he know you work 4 in the morning every day? Doesn't he know me and the baby need sleep?" the woman shirked behind him and I laughed because that was the reaction I knew she would have.
"Melina still hasn't popped that kid yet? She must be getting huge."
"She's still a few weeks off. Doctor said it's better to have a late baby than an early baby like Alice was."
I nodded. "You wouldn't believe where Alice is now, Seth."
It was silent for a long time on his end as he interrupted the meaning of that. "Is she ok? Is he treating her good?"
"Same as always nothing she can't handle. I think she's more shook up since you and Melina split-"
"If there were a way I could support her too I would have brought her along, Dallas, but it's to dangerous. I can barely support Melina and this baby as is-"
"I aint blaming you, Seth, now that she's here I'll keep my eye on her. It's better for you two that she stayed behind. She doesn't know anything so the fuzz has left her alone…"I was silent for a while kicking the ground, this idea had been stuck in my head all day. "But look dose anyone else know what happened?"
"Only Donny because he was to look after Alice when I left. He wouldn't rat me out."
"No, man…I mean…Do you think your old man knows?"
It was dead silent on the other end. "There's no way…" Seth mumbled to himself. "The old man was so drunk…There's no way he can remember what happened…Do you think he's following us?"
I looked down the stairs to see Sylvia waiting for me at the bottom. "What do you mean he couldn't remember? Did he see something?"
"He saw the blood on my shirt and my heater when I came back to say goodbye to Alice…He threw me against the wall and threatened to call the cops of me but I knocked him out cold…"
"I was just wondering…Why else would your old man move so far away from all the booze and drugs of New York." Seth cursed and behind him I heard Melina ask what was wrong. Sylvia was starting up the stairs now and I cursed too. "Look, man, I'll keep an eye on him for a few days and call you back." Before Seth could reply I hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Sylvia asked, curiously.
"My brother he's worried about our dad being sick." I lied, bushing past her down the stairs.
"He's sick? Oh, poor Dally!" She cooed grabbing onto me again.
I jerked away from her and headed for the door. "I'm out of here. Party's lame."
"But what about that drink?" She called behind me but it was too late I was already out the door and heading to the Curtis house for a nice slab of chocolate cake and a good poker game. It was best to stay near Alice's house tonight in case she got into any trouble or incase her dad went off hunting for Seth and Melina.
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