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"Can you just answer me?" I begged. I took a deep breath bracing myself for the answer he was going to give me.
He just looked down at his finger nails. I should have figured he would ignore me. Dally was never going to admit that to me. Never.
"I don't see why I waste my time." I said brushing by him to go out the door.
He didn't even call after me as I left. I guess he didn't really care. I should have figured that though. He didn't care about anyone, what made me think I was so different? I was just another sex toy to him, someone who he could sleep with for a while and then throw away when he found something better. I was stupid to even think that I was any different.
"Well look what the cat drug in," someone smirked at me as I stormed out the door.
I turned around to face the dirty platinum blond tramp that was standing in from of me. Her make-up was running all over the place too from all the rain outside. I guess she was too stupid to pull a mirror out every once and a while.
"What the hell do you want, Sylvia?" I snapped
She simply laughed at me. "What in the world would I want with a whore like you? Huh?"
"I'm not a whore. I was just leaving anyway."
She laughed again. "I call them like I see them."
I tried to walk past her, but she pushed me back.
Her smirky smile quickly vanished. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to? I'll have you know that I get more complements on my looks than you ever will."
My hands turned into fists. My patients had already been tested today. I knew better than to mess with Sylvia, but she was really pushing me.
She just glared at me. "Why don't you go off and find Tim…oh I forgot he dumped you. I guess you really do suck in bed don't you, Danni?"
That's when something sparked. Out of know where, I shoved her. "Shut your mouth!"
"Oh wow that hurt." She sneered sarcastically, not even losing her footing. "Do you not have anything better than that?"
"What do you even want, Sylvia?" I asked again, just wanting her to leave me along and let me leave.
Did Sylvia know about Dally and I? Dally and Sylvia were broken up, weren't they? Right now, I didn't care if she wanted Dally or not. She could have him for all I cared.
She laughed again. "I just wanted to pay my friend, Dally, a little visit."
"You two broke up."
Her heels clicked against the sidewalk as she stepped towards me. "Oh honey, you just don't understand these kinds of things do you? See Dally has been just dying to get laid since he got out of jail and now I'm going to give it to him. After that he will just be begging to have me back. That's how it works. You might want to take notes next time."
She turned her back to me, opening the door to the building and getting ready to go inside.
I didn't know what to say to her. There was a lot I could say but… "Hey Bitch, sorry to disappoint you but it's a little too late for that."
She laughed at me with her back still turned. "And why is that?"
Here comes the warm liquid feeling again. I should just turn around and I home. I should just - "Because I already gave him what he wanted"
She whipped back around to face me. "You…you…..you"
"Had sex with him? Yeah, I did. Sorry next time I will speak a little slower for you."
She stomped back down the stairs to where I was at. "You dirty little whore."
Sylvia Mason isn't the girl you want to mess with. She wasn't as strong as Angela, but she could still tear me a part. And by the look on her face, she intended to rip me to shreds.
I tried to stand my ground, though I was turning weak inside. "Like I said before, sorry to disappoint you."
I didn't see what was coming after that. It was like it came out of nowhere, though I should have expected it. I suddenly felt a stinging pain to my left cheek. I sure didn't know she could hit that hard. This was harder than an Angela hit.
I held my cheek, my eyes tearing up from the blow. That's when it happened. I suddenly wasn't scared of her anymore. I was tired of getting treated like I was some little girl still. Dally saw me that way, Darry saw me that, and now Sylvia was seeing me that way. I was fifteen years old. I wasn't a little girl anymore.
"You bitch!"
She stumbled back as I pushed her. I guess she didn't expect me to hit her after that. Rain started coming down on us, but neither of us moved.
"You crazy bitch!" She tackled me to ground and into a big puddle of mud.
Once she had me pinned on the ground she started yanking at my hair. I screamed in pain as I tried to kick her off of me. I couldn't see anything either, I had mud all over my face and body.
"Get off me!"
I jumped up and stared at her. She was covered in mud too. The rain was pouring down on us too making it even harder to see. You could hear the thunder too back far in the distance.
I wasn't staring at her to long before she jumped back up and knocked me back to the ground. I was getting really tired of being covered in mud. We continued to tussle for a while in the big mud puddle. She would pull my hair, I would pull hers, I would punch her, she would punch me, it kept going on like this for a good ten minutes.
"Get off me!" I screamed at her as she pulled me back down in the mud for the millionth time.
"What the hell is going on?"
We both stopped and looked up at who was yelling at us. Dally. He was looking at us like we were a bunch of idiots. I thought it would be a wet dream for him to see two girls wrestling in the mud.
I stood up and wiped the mud from my eyes. "Why do you care? Oh that's right you don't."
"The whore attacked me!" Sylvia stumbled to her feet and on to Dally.
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't even in the mood to defend myself. What did it matter anyway? It wasn't like Dally cared about what happened. He would probably believe Sylvia over me anyway.
Dally just glared at me as Sylvia continued to lean on him like she was hurt. "Get off me," he said, throwing her off of him. She had completely covered his shirt in mud.
"But Dally…"
"Go home." She just looked at him. I guess she was shocked he was actually telling her no for once. "I said get out of here!"
She glared at him and then at me. "Enjoy your whore."
She had called me that too many times now. This was far from over. I had started, and I wasn't about to stop now. I was going to show her and Dally once in for all that I wasn't a baby. I jumped on her and threw her to the ground. She yelled in pain as we picked up right where we left off.
"Curtis, come on!" Dally yelled as he tried to grab me up.
"Get off of me," I snapped as I kicked him off.
"Danni, what are you doing?" A new voice came into play: Sodapop. "Danni get off!"
I struggled against Dally and Soda's grip as they fell back in the mud with me.
"Dally, help me here!" Soda shouted.
I resisted the best I could before they forced me off of her. I jerked around in their arms for a while before finally giving up. I looked up at the person holding me back. I was so dead now.
"Let me go!"
He jerked me up trying to silence me.
"You stupid bitch!" Sylvia spat at me only making me want to break free even more.
"Danni, quit!" Soda jerked me up again. "Dally, control Sylvia." Dally just laughed as he held Sylvia back. "What is this about anyway?"
I didn't say anything. I was still trying to break free. Besides, what was I supposed to say?
"Your sister is a whore that's what!" Sylvia answered for me.
My face turned red and my body became still.
"Broad, go home!" Dally said sternly at her as he threw her off of him. "I mean it!" She looked at him, too stubborn to do what he said. "GO!"
He kind of scared me when he yelled like that. She slowly backed away from him and stomped off. Once she was out of sight Soda finally let me go. I nearly fell over when he did too. I guess he was kind of mad at me. I could see why. He had every right to be. This wasn't me.
"Damn, man!" Dally huffed at me.
"What the hell was that?" Soda jumped, helping me stand up straight.
I couldn't look at him. I just shrugged. It wasn't like I could tell him the truth. He would kill Dally right then and there.
"Do you know?" he asked Dally.
He just shook his head. "Beats me man."
I rolled my eyes. "Are you ok?" Soda finally asked me and it made me feel a little bit better.
I nodded, trying to warm myself up. I just wanted to get out of here and go home. Tears were forming in my eyes again and I knew it would just be a matter of time before I began sobbing because of the things I had just done.
"You got some red stuff on your face there," Dally said wiping my forehead.
"Can you take me home?" I asked Soda, getting as far away from Dally as I could.
Soda nodded and then looked at Dally. "You better not have had anything to do with this."
Dally just rolled his eyes and stomped back into Buck's. This was over…..For now.
"I'm going to take a shower," I announced as we went into the house.
Soda nodded and went into the kitchen to wipe the mud off of him. He had almost as much as I did.
I jumped in the shower as the mud came pouring off of me. The tub was completely covered in it. Darry was going to have a fit if he saw it. It was just going to be another mess that I had to hurry and clean up.
I scrubbed the scrunchy all over my body trying to get the mud off. It was all over the place. I hadn't noticed it before but I had dried up blood all over my body. I gaged just looking at it. Blood made me sick, even more than Ponyboy and Cherry kissing. That was saying a lot too.
I jumped out and look at my dirty clothes on the floor. They were ruined now.
"You ok, Danni?" Soda asked as I made my way back down the stairs. Darry and Pony were nowhere in sight.
I nodded. "I'm good."
"So do you care to tell me what was going on back there?"
He wasn't going to give this up was he? "It's Sylvia," I answered softly. "She's crazy. She was mad because she saw me talking to Dally. It's nothing, Soda, honest."
He gave me a look that told me he wasn't believing anything I said. "What were you doing talking to Dally?"
My face grew red. I was digging myself into a deeper hole. "He's in my class now. We were just talking about school. It was nothing..."
"You were at his place."
"He borrowed my book."
Soda almost laughed out loud. I knew as soon as I said that that he would know I was lying. "C'mon, Dan. What's going on?"
"Nothing," I answered with a shrug. "Dally stole my book as a joke and I went to his place to get it back. Sylvia saw me leaving and thought something was going on with me and Dally. It was nothing, Soda. Don't worry."
I pleaded he would believe me.
"Ok," he finally answered with a shrug. I couldn't tell if he believed me or not. "Stay away from Dally and Sylvia. Them two are crazy. Don't get in the middle of their cross fire."
"Trust me," I said. "I know."
After the fight with Sylvia, I knew there was one place I needed to go. Angela Shepard always loved gossip, and her favorite kind was always about Sylvia.
"Ang are you here?" I asked banging on her door. "Come on please I need to talk to you."
I stepped back as the door swung open. "She's putting the baby down."
I looked up at the person that was speaking to me. It was Tim.
"It's a weeknight," Tim stated, coming up behind me and standing there. "Shouldn't you be in bed little girl? Does big brother know you're here?"
I spun around in my chair to come face-to-face with him. My nose came up to his collar bone. "I just needed a drink."
Tim nodded and took a seat beside me, picking up beer this time and chugging it down. "I haven't seen you around here lately."
"I've been busy." I didn't want to be sitting here right now. Not with him beside me. He smelled like Old Miss and cinnamon gum. It made my nose hairs tickle my nose invitingly. "What have you been up to?"
"Little bit of this, little bit of that," he said nonchalantly. He took another sip of beer and I took another sip of mine. "You wanna go upstairs?"
It was a bit of a surprise. The question came out of nowhere and he didn't react to saying it. He just blurted it out. Maybe he didn't know what he had just said but I sure did. I swallowed what was left of my drink in my mouth and just looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"Do you or not?" he asked adding a bit of a snap.
I felt my head answering for me. He took my hand, a bottle of alcohol, and led me up the stairs and into a spare room. I walked in, still blind-sided by what I was doing. I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach as I watched him lock the door behind him. I sat down on the bed and waited for him to come over. I was used to this.
The room was dark and smelled like sewage water. It was clammy and the roof leaked a lot when it rained. The ceiling above the bed had exactly fifty-two cracks in it. I've counted them several times.
His hands cupped my face, bringing my lips to his forcefully. No small talk was made. He didn't like to talk during this. He liked just getting straight down to business. His fingers combed through my hair as he let out a small sigh. He dropped one hand from my face and used it to push me down on the bed to where I was on my back. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and ran it over my teeth. He bit my lip.
My fingers were starting to tingle by this point and I really wanted my drink that was sitting over on the dresser by the door. I could still hear the music from down stairs. I wanted to get up and walk around first. I wanted to think about what I was doing but my body kept pressing on like things hadn't changed at all. It happens fast. That's also how he likes it.
His hand went under my shirt, making me shiver. He cupped my breast with one hand and unbuttoned my jeans with the other. My mouth felt numb. I put my thumb up to it to make sure everything was all right.
"I do you first then you do me," he said, sliding my jeans down my legs, just a little, not all the way off. "Like always."
My thumb was still on my lips when I answered him. "Ok."
He used both hands to slowly slip my underwear off and starting what we both left behind so many weeks ago.
"I-I have to go."
And with that, I continued to run away from my problems, one day at a time.
