I hope you like chapter four of this story. I really like this chapter even though I haven't written it yet.
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Chapter four
Over the next couple days, things were weird. Johnny still hadn't come home. I was getting worried about him. I wasn't allowed to walk the streets alone anymore. It wasn't like I had a choice.
On Monday morning, I walked to school, alone, I might add. My arm was bandaged up and bruises were all over my body. You would think a guy might feel sorry for a kid like me, but I guess not. They didn't see me as a kid. They saw me as a murder's sister.
Well, anyway, I was walking to school when a when a car started to follow me. It wasn't a greaser's car either. This belonged to a soc. I was getting really scared. I started to walk a little faster.
The car came to a halt besides me. A guy came out. I was really scared. My legs became jelly and I couldn't move. He came up and put a hand on my shoulder. It didn't feel like he was trying to hurt me. It just felt like a kind gesture.
" Your that kid's sister, aren't you?" the guy asked.
" Yeah. What are you going to make of it?" I spat at him.
" I've heard a lot of people have been jumping you."
" Yeah. You're going to jump me now, right?"
" No," he smiled. " I just wanted to give you a lift to school."
What did this guy take me as? An idiot? If I got into the car with him, who knew where he would bring me. He probably wouldn't take me to school. I wasn't going to find out.
" I don't need a ride," I said. I turned to run, but his hold was firm.
" I'll give you one anyway." He took both my hands in his and led me into his car. I thought he was going to shove me in the trunk, but he didn't. Like a policeman arresting a convict, he put me in the car, the passenger's side, and shut the door. I tried to get out, but before I could mover he was already in the drivers seat.
" I'm going to be late for school," I thought. I could see myself walk into school.
" Ivy, where have you been?" I could hear Mrs. Wilson say.
" Why, Mrs. Wilson," I would say to her. " I was kidnapped, but after explaining my predicament to my kidnapper, he let me go." I mused over that, but I had better things to think about than thinking about how I was going to be late for school.
" You know Kid, I must be out of my mind to be doing this," the soc said. I wondered what he was going to do.
He drove me to the other side of town. It was way far west. I was very deep in the soc territory. We were nearly to the Tulsa city limits when he stopped the car.
" Get out," he said.
" What?" I asked.
" Get out," he repeated.
I opened the door and got out of the car. Then he drove off. I looked down at my faded skirt and my old shoes. I was the murder's sister. I then knew what the soc was doing. He was bringing me for from my own territory so all the socs could jump me easily. I guess these socs had a little brains after all. Or it was just that one. I slung my pack over my shoulder and I started walking. I wanted to find a pay phone so I could call someone so they could pick me up. I wasn't about to walk all the way back to the east side on foot.
I started to panic when I couldn't find a phone. I knew I was going to get jumped any second.
A car started trailing me. After a little while, it pulled over and three socs jumped out. They had a knife too. Without saying a word, they came over to me. Two of them held me while the other took hold of my left hand. He made, a deep long cut along my hand. I told myself not to cry or scream. Then they left, but not before taking my pack.
" There goes fifty cents, my homework and my history book," I thought to myself.
" Hey," I turned around to see a guy standing there. " Were they causing you a hard time?"
" No," I said. I clutched my hand.
" You're bleeding," he said.
" I know. And if you had a had a heart, you would leave me alone instead of jumping me." I was already started backing up. I knew I couldn't outrun him.
" I don't want you to jump you." That surprised me. " Kid, I'm tired of all this fighting and mugging. I'll give you a lift to your side of town."
" No thanks. I'll just walk."
" It's pretty far."
" Yeah, I know."
" You're bleeding all over yourself."
I looked at my hand and it was bleeding pretty badly. I was getting blood all over my blouse and my skirt.
" Look, Kid," The soc said. " If I let you walk by yourself, you'll get jumped again."
I thought for a second. He was right. If I went with him, at least I would know I wouldn't get jumped.
" So what do you say?"
" Okay," I said. He led me to his car. I have to tell you, that was one cool car. He started the car and we headed toward the east side.
" Have a lot of people been jumping you?" the soc asked.
" Yeah," I said as I help up my arm with the bandage on it.
" I'm sorry about all of this," he said.
" You didn't jump me."
" No, I didn't." he paused. " My name's Randy."
" My name's Ivy."
" I've heard your name a lot," he said. I felt legendary because my name was known. And I was only twelve years old.
" I hate this fighting," I said.
" You know what kid, I do too."
" I miss Johnny," I sighed. Tears were forming in my eyes and commanded myself not to cry.
" Is Johnny your brother?"
" Yeah," I nodded.
" It's my fault that Bob's dead," he said.
" Why?"
" I was there that night Bob died."
" You where?"
" Yeah. I was drunk, which I guess isn't any excuse. I was mad, I guess at your brother and his friend. I was drowning that kid and your brother, was he the one with the black hair, like yours?"
" Yeah."
" He stabbed Bob and we got scarred and we ran."
" Oh."
" Gosh, Kid. This must be hard for you."
" Yeah."
" Here." Randy handed me a bandana and I held it on my hand. I was kind of glad. My clothes were getting pretty bloody.
" Thanks."
" No problem."
" I was scared stiff when I first saw you," I said.
" You must have been."
" But you aren't such a bad guy.
" Thanks, kid. You aren't that bad yourself."
We were approaching the east side.
" Where do you live? I'll take you home."
I told him the directions to my house, not the Curtis's. He stopped the car.
" Bye, Kid."
" Bye, Randy."
I walked into the house and it was quite. I mean, really quite. Johnny's old man wasn't even snoring. I wondered why. And then it hit me, literally. Mr. Cade was awake. He was just hiding in the shadows. He was waiting for me, I think.
" That brother of yours is in trouble," he said. He was hitting me with his belt, the side with the buckle. I knew it was going to leave big sores in my back. Just as I had entered, I left. Randy was still there. He got out of his car.
" What happened?" he asked.
" I don't know." I started to walk to the Curtis's but Randy stopped me.
" What happened?" he asked me again. " Your back is bleeding."
" It is?" I touched my back with my hand and blood had seeped through my blouse.
" Where are you going?"
" To a friends house."
" Can I give you a ride there?"
" It's just around the corner."
" I'll be fine."
" What if you get jumped again?"
" I won't."
" Come on."
" I'll get blood on your car."
" I don't care."
I sighed and got into his car. He started it up again and I told him how to get the Curtis's house. He dropped me off, but he stayed back a while. I opened the door and Darry was sitting there, his mouth open. He had watched me out of the car.
" Kid, what happened?"
"Well…" I began. I told him what happened with the guy forcing me into his car and how my pack was stolen and how Randy came to my rescue.
" That was nice of him," he said.
" Yeah, it is."
That night before I fell asleep on the couch, I thought. I thought about all the boys I have met. There are those good kind of boys that will care for you like Darry, Soda, Johnny, and sometimes Dallas. I thought about Randy who gave me a ride. That guy was, well, I thought all socs were all cold blooded, mean, but not this one, he helped me when I needed it. Then there were those guys who were cold blooded mean. Those were the ones that jumped me. I fell asleep knowing that I would never walk alone again.
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! Whoa, I'm cruel. Lol
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