Hey, people! I am once again very pleased with my reviews. This chapter was originally going to be extremely different than it turned out, but I needed to get something worked out because I am very busy with Honors Choir. Now I shall answer my reviews!
ExtremeWriter-Thank you for your consistent reviewing! Well, I wasn't exactly hinting that I was going into Johnny's home life, I was thinking about it, but I just wrote this chapter today because I decided I didn't like the original one. But I might, you just gave me an idea. Thank you :D Oh, and I was wondering about the author's notes. I swear I'm like OCD or something(not Obsessive Cullen Disorder, my best friend is a Twilighter and everytime someone mentions OCD she says "ME TOO!" and she thinks they mean that) because I always have to have everything right. LOL.
tear-drowned-angel-Gee, thanks :D Thank you for reviewing!
theultimateoutsider-Thank you. I've never had a little sister, I got influence from my friend's, she's about six, so I spent time at their house and just like…studied the way she was. It was rather fun, LOL. Yes, I will eventually get to the "romance" of Carrie Anne and Johnny, but I don't want things to move too fast. But sometime in the next few chapters, I will eventually get to that. I really wanted to do it in this chapter and I thought about it all day at school and finally I was like…no. But my Microsoft Word is being really mean to me right now, or else I'd edit this whole thing and put something along those lines into it :D Thank you for reviewing!
Okay, now here is theliterally goes back to Fan Fiction to see what chapter I posted lastOH! This is chapter 4, already. I can't believe it!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS OR THE REALLY CATCHY SONG VIVA LA VIDA BY COLDPLAY THAT IS ENCLOSED IN THIS DOCUMENT(haha, that's a cool word…)AND I AM SORRY THAT I MAY BE A.D.D.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand.
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
Okay. I seriously needed to get out of the house. The fighting wasn't going on yet, it was still early in the evening, only about five o' clock; I just couldn't be shut up in there with nothing to do. I'm like that; I always have to be doing something. I started to take a walk. I didn't know where I was planning on going, but I was sure I'd find my way back. Tulsa wasn't that complex of a place, even for me.
On the day of my walk, it had been about a week since I'd started going to school here in Tulsa. I still felt a little bit like an outsider, but I felt better than I had the first day I came, trying to tear away from Noel.
After I was getting a little closer to the East Side, I realized that a red Corvair was tailing me. I had no idea who was driving it, but the sinking feeling in my stomach told me it wasn't anyone who I'd be happy to see. I heard it stop and a door slam twice and I began to quicken my pace a little bit, just out of instinct. But it was too late, I realized as I was trying to run faster. Someone much larger than me grabbed me from behind and I fell to the ground.
A large blonde Soc boy sat down on my stomach and grabbed my wrists, pinning me down. Another covered my mouth with his hand. I would have bitten it, but I wasn't going to bite some sick Soc boy's hand. Another just swayed on his feet above me. The smell of their breath told me that they were already drunk. I couldn't get up; I couldn't scream. I couldn't do anything. I was trapped. "It's the little wannabe-greaser," the one on top of me sneered. "I don't know why she'd want to be one of those, though. She was at the party when we jumped that kid, remember? She stopped the whole shebang." Well, I did recognize them. Three of Nate's annoying friends and the one on top of me was the guy that Noel had a crush on, that she told my dad I had a crush on. I didn't have a crush on him at all; I have no respect for anyone who jumps girls or people in general without a really important reason.
One started slugging me in the face, and things began to get a little hazy. I saw little stars dancing around the boy on top of me, then I tried to shake my head so they would go away. They laughed at me in my struggle. I felt so helpless; I couldn't do anything to get away. I was terrified. The one who was holding me down crashed his lips onto mine and they were forcing me to kiss him back, but I couldn't. I was trying so hard to get away, but these three Socs were way bigger and older than I was. I was crying in spite of myself, and I heard the laughter of the other two when I heard a yell and the three Socs started running.
I didn't know what
happened or what made them run, but I personally didn't care. I
just knew the one pervert wasn't on top of me and I was shaking. I
curled myself into a ball on the sidewalk, sobbing. I hadn't cried
in years, or at least this much. It hadn't been too much that
happened to me; I mean, I wasn't dead or hurt really bad or
anything like that, but they'd scared me to death. I heard
footsteps coming next to me. I jumped, what if they had come back? I
slowly turned around as I looked up into the hard, cold eyes of
Dallas Winston. "Guess I was wrong, Socs don't jump their own
kind. Let alone a girl." He grabbed my arm. "Get up, kid. You're
a mess."
He pulled me to my feet and dragged me along. He
stared straight ahead, acting like I wasn't even there, not making
a sound. He just clung to my arm and pulled me to wherever he was
taking me. I was scared I'd get jumped again, so I didn't really
care where he was taking me; I just wanted to be away. Glory, those
guys could have…
Dallas came up to a place I recognized as the Curtis house. He just walked right in and yelled, "DARRY!"
Darry was sitting in a big chair, reading the paper. When he put it down to look up to see why Dallas was screaming, his blue-green eyes locked with mine and his tired, stressed face added another emotion to the combination: confusion. Confusion of why some fifteen year old girl who he barely knew was now crying her eyes out in his living room. "Carrie Anne? What's wrong?" A fresh flood of tears cascaded down my cheeks, and I hid my face from everyone in the room. I felt ashamed to be crying in front of all these boys, most of them older than me, over a little thing like some guys pinning me down, even though it really wasn't a little thing. I felt a large hand on my shoulder, directing me to sit on a couch. I was handed a tissue. Someone's arm awkwardly was draped around my shoulders and through my tears I saw it belonged to Johnny Cade.
"Dal, what happened to her?" Darry questioned seriously, turning to the blonde boy. He was kneeling next to me with a bag full of ice, pushing it against my cheek. It hurt.
Before Dallas even said anything, I shivered and made a small noise in my throat. I began to cry a little harder, I knew I was going into hysterics. Darry put the ice pack down so he could look at Dallas. Johnny pulled me into an embrace, and I cried into his shoulder. "J-Johnny, it was horrible. They-they…" I couldn't go on, I didn't want to tell him or relive the experience myself.
"Shhh," he whispered into my ear, his lips almost brushing my ear, making me shiver. "You're okay now, it's alright." He pushed my hair back and continued whispering, trying to distract me.
I heard only distantly Dallas explaining to Darry and the other boys what happened, but for the next few minutes, my world was Johnny's soft whispers in my ear and him rubbing my back. We pulled away as my crying died down, and I gave him a tiny smile, and when I did, he turned beet-red. I was sort of embarrassed that I was crying like a little baby over a jumping crying into the shoulder of a boy that I barely knew, and when Ponyboy got jumped, he didn't cry at all. Sure, he was scared like I was but he only shook and he couldn't help that. I guess boys and girls are different that way. Boys have feelings too, they just have sort of a different way of showing them.
Ponyboy disappeared into another room, and came back with a glass of water. He gave it to me and gave me an understanding look. I smiled gratefully at the younger boy. "Thanks, Ponyboy."
Soda, who was sitting in between the boy I knew only by name-Two-Bit-and another dark haired, solemn boy who I didn't know at all, gave me a sympathetic look, his brown eyes filled with…pity? "Are you okay now, Carrie Anne?"
I nodded slowly. I turned to Dallas. "Thanks for helping me," I told him. He nodded and flicked out a switchblade, opening it in and out, in and out…I shook my head. He acted as if he hadn't even heard me. Did he still hate me? No, probably not a lot because he had helped me. But still, if you feel bad for someone that you hate, you can help them then, and maybe that's what Dallas did…I had no idea.
I shakily stood to my feet. "I think I should probably get going now."
"No way, not alone anyways. Soda? Steve, you two wanna walk her home?" Darry asked Soda and the other boy on the other couch. They just looked at each other. They looked very tired too, and because of their identical blue DX shirts, I concluded they worked at the same place. Darry turned around. "Johnny?" With a quick nod of the head Johnny was on his feet and heading toward the door. I called goodbye to everyone, and we left for my house.
After a few minutes, once we were getting closer to Soc territory, I grabbed Johnny's hand. If he wasn't with me, I would be way too scared to be walking home like this. He made me feel safer.
He looked at me with his large doe eyes, confused and surprised at my random gesture. I smiled softly at him, and we continued walking in silence, with nothing to say.
Once we were at my house, we stopped on my porch. "Thanks for everything, Johnny. I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I told him. He nodded, his eyes at the ground. When my hand was on the knob of the door to open it and go inside, after what seemed like forever he finally looked up at me.
"I'm glad you're okay." Those four words made me feel so much better, because I knew that he meant them. I grinned at him, but he didn't grin back. He was just so…serious about everything. It scared me. Had he been that way forever, or had something caused him to turn that way? I would eventually figure that part out.
"Bye," I said as I went inside, letting go of his hand. Did perhaps Johnny like me, the way I liked him? I doubted it; he was probably just being polite. But still, you could never really tell… I ran upstairs. Through my bedroom window I watched from above as Johnny Cade trudged down the sidewalk, still staring at his shoes.
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"Carrie Anne, what happened to your cheek?" Charlene asked me that night as I was doing my homework up in my room and she was in there because she was bored and we spent a lot of time together. I stared at her, not knowing what she was talking about. She pointed at my cheek, and I winced. I guess it was where Darry had the ice there earlier. There was probably a bruise there from those Socs who were slugging me in the face, but I couldn't tell her that. She'd tell Mom and Dad and I wouldn't be able to leave the house. My little sister would have more of a social life than me. But it's not like I had anywhere to go. Dawn was my friend, and Johnny was sort of like a friend, but other than all of Johnny's friends who were fairly nice to me, I had nobody.
"Um…" I thought for a second. "Today, in art class, I crashed into the door. And it had purple paint that won't come off. What you see on my cheek is the paint, it has gone into my skin." I lied. As you can see, I'm a very bad liar. I'm surprised that Charlene believed me.
Her eyes widened. "Purple skin? That's amazing! I want purple skin! I'm gonna go ask Mommy for some purple paint," she finished, getting up. I caught her by the arm, Mom can't know about this. She would know that the lie was completely untrue(hence, lie)unlike my sister. My stomach was growling because I skipped dinner so my parents wouldn't see this.
"She can't know about it, it's a secret. I wasn't supposed to know about it because this purple paint isn't in stores yet," I told her, still holding on to her arm. She nodded.
"Hey, Carrie Anne?"
I sighed. She was starting to seriously annoy me. I didn't feel like answering all of these unanswerable questions today. I was tired from earlier, I had a large headache from the algebra I was doing and also from numerous other things, and it was boiling in my room. "What, Char?" I replied.
"I wanna know, how come you were with a boy earlier on our porch?"