Hey guys, I hope you enjoy this chapter. The first flashback is a week before the accident. The second is what happened THAT night.
I couldn't believe it. Here I was sitting on the cold bathroom floor in only a pair of boxers and Darry's old shirt that reaches my mid- thighs, trying to stop the bile rising in my throat. The stupid Socs decided that it would be a fun time to jump my sorry I was minding my own business and they jump me in the locker room like the cowards they are. They socked me good in the stomach.
I hid it from my brothers, but of course they were suspicious. Even when I went to lunch with Two-bit and Steve they were watching me closely.
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as my stomach clenched and I dry heaved. Hard. Groaning softly, I doubled over with my arms around my stomach tightly. I couldn't stop the tears from falling from my eyes as my stomach contracted painfully.
"Damn it," I muttered placing my hands on the cool tile floor. The pain was uncomfortable, too uncomfortable. I started shaking with silent sobs, trying to hold it all in. I was too concerned about my thoughts that I didn't notice that the bathroom door opened up a little.
"Kid, what's wrong?" said a familiar deep and smooth voice. Steve. This was one thing I wanted to avoid. I knew my dry heaving was bound to wake up somebody sometime.
I opened my eyes and slowly turned my head to the sound of the voice but kept my gaze to the floor. Two pairs of jean clad legs stared back up at me. I finally looked up at them through my blood shot eyes. Both 6 plus frames took up my only escape route. Yes I was acutely aware of how pathetic I looked. My long legs sprawled out on the bathroom floor-careful not to hit the glass of water on the white tiled floor. A bottle of aspirin missing five pills next to my glass. My damp auburn locks drying like a halo around my head. My cheeks were crimson and my flawless pale skin lost its cream color making me look like a damn ghost.
I brought my gaze back down to the tiles.
"Hi," I whispered. "Sorry for waking you up, go back to sleep," I reassured them. I hated when the gang worried themselves sick over me. Like I was a weak damsel in distress. For one thing, I'm not a broad. I was clearly in distress at times but they didn't need to know that.
Steve ignored my comment and crouched down in front of me. His long fingers took a hold of my chin and he looked deeply into my eyes as if searching for something. He swore under his breath and shared a look with Dally. Dally's searing cold blue eyes looked my body up and down, scrutinizing, calculating and taking my appearance in.
My vision started getting blurry as I let out another dry heave that knocked the breath out of me and left me dizzy. Another groan. I slid down horizontally until I was lying on the floor. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. Somebody slapped me on the face to get my attention.
"No, kid wake up. I swear if you simultaneously combust on this floor-"He didn't have to finish the threat. A new voice.
"Kid, how many pills did you take?" I opened my eyes and looked into Dally's face.
"Five," I answered.
"Shit, dumbass kid. What you did was real stupid you know that". Dally didn't need to tell me twice.
"Go get his brothers Randle," Dally said. I was cold; the shirt didn't cover me as much as I hoped it would. Dally's hands wandered over my flustered skin. The wandering hands were soon replaced with a gentle hand on my back.
"Pone?" asked Soda very softly. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was on his knees in front of me looking down at me with mixed emotions dancing across his features. His muscles were tense, his face guarded.
Steve and Dally were sitting on the edge on the tub. Their long legs spreading out as much as they could in the small cramped bathroom. Darry was crouched on my right in the doorway. He seemed to be studying the pill bottle that was in his hand with conflicted emotions.
I let my eyes flutter again. "The best we can do is let him sleep it out of his system," Darry compromised. Soda's strong arm wrapped itself around my waist as he pulled me up against him.
"Come on Pone," Soda said as he tried to help me stand up. I would rather he just pick me up. Just as I stood up a bolt of pain sent my knees buckling. My brother kept his grip on me and fell down gently with me.
Another dry heave clenched my stomach painfully hard. It was the worst one yet. It ricocheted like a bullet hit me. I felt myself jerk. The painful white hot fire made me plunge into blackness.
I was drowning in a sea of pain.
Falling…...
Falling….
Falling….
The memory shook me up. I hated when my mind drifted. I told the gang about the jumping with the Socs that next day. After that night, Darry and Soda hid all the pills in the house. Johnny and Two-bit were quickly informed the next day. The gang made it their personal mission to keep a very close eye on me. I had a sneaking suspicion they thought I was trying to overdose. Who knows, maybe I was.
I went back to stirring the macaroni and cheese hoping it would take my mind off of the memory and my school day today.
The rest of the gang left, but said they'd be back later today for dinner. They had "important business to take care of", according to Two-bit. I wasn't stupid though. I know they're going after the Socs. The Socs who buried me alive.
"Hurry the hell up Chuck. Bring him over here before the kid wakes up," a voice said. The world was spinning. That was all I could comprehend right now. I could also make out the fact that I was being dragged somewhere. Somewhere rocky and hard.
Before I could stop it, a groan slipped out from my mouth. The movement stopped.
"He's waking up, hurry up and get him in," the voice said urgently. I felt myself being shifter into something deeper. A sudden pain rocked my world as they dropped me unpleasantly. I didn't need my eyes open to know that my hands and legs were bound by rope.
"Are we really doing this?" a soc asked.
"Yes, we have to fore my brother" a voice said. Then I remembered. I remembered the kidnapping and the beating for 3 hours straight. I forced my eyes open as much as the pain would allow it. My vision was blurry but I could make out the distinct figures surrounding me and the dark substance surrounding me.
My vision got a little clearer with each passing second. Sharp prying woodchips and dirt dug into my back.
"Well look whose awake boys," Bob's brother said with a smirk on his face. He had a jovial smile on his face that somehow looked cynical to me. He had a crazed wild look in his eyes. Like what he was doing justice or something.
A soc 2 feet to my right was holding a shovel. Another held the video camera of everything that happened to me. Why would he have a shovel and why would I be 3 feet deep in a hole in the park. My eyes suddenly got wide as I figured it out.
They were going to bury me alive in a hole filled with woodchips and dirt and maggots. My eyes moved frantically as I struggled in vain to get my limbs free from the rope. The rope was loose but it wouldn't do me any good to get free. My choked sobs became louder as tears filled my eyes.
A handkerchief stuffed down my throat muffled my cries. I calmed down my breathing as I struggled to not choke. This was all a nightmare. It had to be. I didn't want this to happen. I just want to be in bed and wake up to my brothers and parents comforting me. Mom would make hot chocolate and we'd sit in contempt silence until I felt the need to go back to bed.
"Don't worry greaser, you'll be with your parents soon enough," he said with a sick sadistic smile on his face."But first, I'm going to share with you some little information. Your parents' accident wasn't an accident. They were hit, by a drunk driver. I just happen to know who it is. It's-".
My eyes widened as he told me the culprit.
My eyes widened. He handed a red headed boy a straw. "Take it down boys," he said as he walked away. "Leave the camera just in case one of his little kiddie friends find him. As long as we weren't in it. They started piling dirt on and woodchips on me. I started struggling madly but it was no use. My frantic screaming got lower and lower as more dirt, woodchips, pebbles were poured on me. I could feel the light paddle of maggots and ants crawling on me. I had the urge to throw up, but I would only choke. The last part to go was my face. I pulled the handkerchief out of my mouth with one final tug as I let out a frightened pain filled scream of desperation and agony as the darkness confused me. A straw poked me in the lips. I opened my mouth and sucked the straw in desperately as it was my only air source.
I didn't care that I was sucking in dirt or woodchips. I slowly let the waves of unconsciousness take me over.
The sound of the macaroni boiling brought me out of the memory. That night shook me to the very core of my being. I was just grateful that Johnny managed to stumble upon me in the park. I was grateful that he dug me out with his bare hands, despite the feeling of his fingers and nails being split open by wood, dirt, pebbles, and insects. Before the food could burn, I set the macaroni and fried chicken on the table in dishes.
I set the table for the whole gang. I still felt nauseated and went to the living room in hopes that it would calm my nerves. I looked up at the photos and frames that seemed to take up the mantle on the fire place.
Pictures, memories, my precious memories that seemed to shatter over the course of events in one single year.
I looked at a picture of Johnny and I wearing sunglasses and smiling on goofs. We were being silly that day. It brought a smile to my face. A picture of me sitting between my mom and dad with them hugging me in a warm loving embrace.
Another portrait of Soda protectively and firmly but loosely hugging me around the neck as his chin rests on my shoulder.
I missed these days. I would cherish them and desperately try to make everything go back to normal. That doesn't seem like it's happening anytime soon though. At this rate, we're all going to be put in jail or an asylum. I wouldn't be surprised if shit blew over today.
Hey guys, hope you liked this chapter. Things are going to get more violent and fast paced in the future chapters of this story. Feedback would be appreciated, thanks. Old members of the Outsiders will come back in the story as everyone's sanity is questioned. Stay tune for more drama. We will be seeing other characters POV's as they go through their own problems until the final smack down that determines where the Socs and greasers stand as Tulsa will never be the same again.
