Chapter 7: Grandma Sanders' House

Hard Stayin' Sober

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Nellie's POV (September 27th, 1966)

"Nellie, I've thought a lot about your options. I decided that it would be best that you go and live with Grandma Sanders for a while."

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It was settled. I argued, plead, and just plain cried alone in my room at night, but Darry had made his decision. After Halloween, on November 1st around when I would begin showing, Darry would drive me the four hours, if we were lucky, to Dallas, Texas to my grandmother's house on my mom's side.

The weeks passed quickly. I broke up with Curly, mutually not hurting either of us, quietly kept my head down and did my homework, but my grades dropped steadily.

I had been having nightmares more frequently, too. Nightmares about Johnny and the baby dying and even my own death, sometimes while giving birth to my unborn child. It was freaky, and the bags under my eyes let everyone know that wen though I didn't always scream, I was still dreaming and losing sleep. I was getting real sick of dreaming.

I wondered about Sandy, in the same position as I was myself. It was scary to think about. I wondered how she did it. She should be having her own child this coming spring, just a few months before I would have my own baby boy or girl.

"So, ready to have little Nellie and Johnny juniors running around?" Two-Bit joked one day. I glared at him and immediately felt uncomfortable and the thought. It was unsettling; I didn't want to admit that I was carrying a little piece of Johnny inside of me. It hurt so much.

I missed Dally, sure, but I missed Johnny so much that I thought sometimes that I would combust from the pain. And then I would feel guilty for not thinking of my parents or thinking of Dally as much. I didn't miss Dallas though, he had made his choice, but Johnny didn't have a choice. He would've stayed with me given the opportunity.

"Ready to go, Nellie?" Darry asked me. Today was here, my last day in Tulsa. To kind of celebrate we were all going trick-or-treating. I was dressed as Jacky O., all done up in pink.

I took a settling deep breathe and then called back, "yeah, I'm ready, Darry."

He knew I wasn't just talking about today.

A/N: A lot of you are going to be kind of upset about the vagueness at the beginning, but I want to show you guys that it was vague for her, too. Anyways, please review! Sorry for the shortness, but I felt that it should stop there

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~Alee xXx