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Italic-Memories

Regular print-The present

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Darry's POV

Phew...that was a close call with Kendra. I didn't know about Sondra and Johnny, but I was going to have just as a difficult time with keeping Sondra's pregnancy a secret as Sondra herself. I didn't know when, but she promised me that she was going to confess the truth to Johnny soon. After that, I would not stop until the whole gang knew the truth, and I would make sure that we would all stick just as close as we are now when everything is revealed.

I slid off my boots and decided to pick up Kendra's leftover can of soda and icing smudged plate. Sometimes she reminded me a whole lot of Two-Bit, minus the drinking. Then there's the love for Mickey Mouse, the craving for chocolate cake, the wisecracking attitude...you name it. Just as I decided to pick up Kendra's trash, I peeked out the window to see Sondra sitting on the steps of the front porch. Like I was afraid of, she was softly crying to herself. That honestly had my heart feeling as if it was about to snap clear in half at any moment. I wish that Sondra wasn't so stubborn from time to time. If she wasn't, then maybe she would come to me for consoling like I promised her I would if she needed it. I mean, I know that she said that she needed some time to herself, but still.

Hiding my frown so Kendra wouldn't see, I headed into the kitchen only to find Kendra looking heartbroken. She was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, hiding her face in her hands and having her long hair dangle as she quietly sniffled.

Concernedly, I raised an eyebrow. "Kenny, are you all right? Did Dally say something that finally snapped you?"

Kendra took in a giant gasp of air, which honestly made me quietly yelp to myself. Though, she didn't say anything back to me. I knew that Dally must've hurt her somehow. Why else would Kendra be crying all of the sudden? There wasn't any other person that I knew of that could've struck Kendra's heart like that and get her beyond emotional. Man, now I was seriously going to mangle Dallas.

After tossing the trash away, I walked back over to Kendra and gently placed my hand on her shoulder. I was about to give it a gentle squeeze, but she roughly shrugged my hand away before I could.

"Kenny, what's wrong?" I was beginning to grow nervous on the inside, but things only got worse for me when Kendra finally decided to look at me. Slowly, she turned her head up to meet my eyes, and I noticed how heavily red-rimmed her eyes were. Salty tear streaks stained her beating red face, but what stunned me to the point was that she began to growl viciously like a junkyard dog. Her teeth clenched furiously, and she sharply narrowed her eyes so she could be shooting daggers at me.

I could've sworn that I paled. I don't think that I've ever been so scared of any girl, even Kitten when she had a temper...and she had one hell of a gigantic temper when it snapped. Kendra wasn't as bad as hers, but it still got me nervous.

"...Kenny?" I nervously gulped as I slowly began to back up.

"You..." Kendra hissed at me, the tone of her voice full of hatred and warning, but before I could dare say another word, it was too late. Kendra had leaped up from her chair and angrily bashed into me, only so she could pin me to the cabinets and grasp the neck line of my shirt. My eyes shot huge, beginning to flood up with a mixture of fright, shock, and nervousness.

"Kenny, what in the world is going on? Let go of me!" I commanded, but she refused and only gripped my shirt harder. Her knuckles were beginning to go pale and tremble.

"A better question would be..." Kendra viciously growled through grinding teeth. "Who in the hell got my baby cousin pregnant?"

I could've sworn that my heart dropped, and I instantly began to pick up on my breathing, quietly but quickly. Though, I remained as calm as I could, reminding myself about how I was Superman and it was my job to fix issues, big or small, out. Letting my nervousness slip out a bit, I gulped quietly before I asked: "What are you talkin' about, Kenny?"

Kendra took no hesitation to press her nose against mine. I wasn't sure if I was beginning to even sweat some by this point.

"Don't you even dare to freaking try lying to me, Darrel Curtis! I'm a New Yorker, aren't I? Same as Dallas Winston? We're practically built in with lie detectors!"

Knowing I couldn't deny anything that she just bellowed in my face, I decided not to make eye-contact with her any longer. Those emerald green eyes of hers that were usually full of excitement and love were now flooding up with nothing but complete rage and seriousness.

Kendra's eyes narrowed. "Answer me, Darry! Who got my Sonny pregnant?"

I finally decided to dare myself to look firm, narrowing my eyes and slightly clenching my teeth. "What makes you think that Sondra's pregnant?" I sternly demanded to know, now thinking heavily about my own promise to Sondra. "Where did you even get that from? I thought that you were talkin' to Dally!"

This time, Kendra rolled her eyes, obviously getting annoyed. "No, it wasn't Dally on the phone! I should've known that a no-good thug like him wouldn't bother to keep some promise! That means I have some tires to slash later on tonight, but don't try to pull over my main concern, Darry! That was Dr. Bender callin' about Sonny's due date!"

"Due date?" My eyes shot huge all over again. "...Oh crap..."

"Oh, that's right, 'crap'..." Kendra growled and grasped my shirt even rougher. "Now...who got my Sondra pregnant with triplets?"

A tight knot began to clog up my throat, but I swallowed it down the best that I could. Sondra was definitely going to release many more of her ridiculously changing mood swings on me, but what choice did I have? Kendra was without a doubt feisty as hell, and I knew that if I didn't confess the truth, Kendra was possibly going to kill me. If she gripped my shirt any longer, one of two things were going to happen. One, my shirt was going to get tore right off. Or two, I was going to get strangled.

I heavily sighed. "...All right, fine...you caught me, okay? Sondra is pregnant with her boyfriend's babies...but they didn't mean to have sex to begin with."

The anger and seriousness instantly vanished from Kendra's face, and complete sorrow took its place. Her eyes began to blur up with more tears, and her mouth fell open to form a somewhat small 'O' shape. She unclenched my shirt finally, and slowly, she took a few steps back.

"...How? How did they..." Kendra went on trying to stutter out her words, but no matter how hard she tried, they just kept getting jammed in her throat.

"They got drunk..." I regretfully shook my head as I fixed my shirt. "...Somebody took them to a wild party where the punch was spiked."

Kendra cuffed her hands over her mouth and allowed her salty tears to drip down her face. "Oh my god...when...oh my god...no..."

I shamefully frowned, despite that I was trying not to. "I'm afraid that she and Johnny did the deed a week ago, sometime before you showed up here, and before her surprise birthday party took place. I ended up takin' her to the hospital today...and it's true...it's all true...she's pregnant with Johnny Cade's triplets."

Silence met the kitchen for about five seconds, until Kendra bit down on one of her thumbnails. "...How's Sondra taking it?"

I sighed. "Not well...she's barely wanting to talk now, and whenever she does, her mood swings get the best of her. Not only that, but she didn't want me to blab the truth about her pregnancy to anybody, even you. She wanted to wait to find a way to tell Johnnycake first."

Kendra crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh man..." She sighed, regretful. "It's as if it's happening all over again..."

My eyes went wide, and I concernedly raised an eyebrow. "Again? What do you mean...it's as if it's happening all over again?"

Nervously, Kenny began to roll her eyes all around, taking her time to respond as she made sure that she didn't look at me directly in the eyes.

"...I'm just goin' to go have a talk with Sonny 'bout all of this, okay?" Kenny innocently said when she finally broke the somewhat awkward silence. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that her mood swings don't snap on you. Besides, it's not your fault...I technically did threaten you, after all."

I didn't say anything back; I didn't get the chance to. Kenny left me, her arms crossed over her chest and her emerald eyes pooling up with a mixture of what felt like plead and sorrow to me. It was as if she had just witnessed a good friend of hers or a relative get murdered. Though, all I could do was stand there in the kitchen, frozen in my steps and obviously too stunned and too upset to follow Kendra. But...what did she mean by it's as if it's happening all over again?

Suddenly, my heart felt as if it took a giant leap across the globe and back. I paled, and my eyes shot huge. Oh my god...that could only mean...

Kendra's POV

Hot, steaming, salty tears were welding up in my eyes and drenching down my face. This just couldn't be happening...Sondra just couldn't be carrying triplets...but I knew deep down that it was all true. This was happening all over again...it seems just like yesterday was that dreadful night...that scarring night that I would unfortunately never forget with Reese, my ex.

When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the Curtis' house, I only had two things on my mind: My past, and Sondra's pregnancy. I don't ever believe that I've been attacked with so much pain and darkness ever since I first decided to leave New York for my break from college. Growing up there, especially as a loner like myself, you begin to form an attitude and get tough all by yourself pretty quickly. I'm pretty sure you can even hold a blade or some kind of weapon before you could walk on your own wobbly knees.

I lost my old man to the war...when he left, it wasn't long before a letter was sent back to New York about how he was MIA. Later on, he was found all shot up with his blood and guts spread all over the ground...limp...pale...glassy eyed...my father was dead. As for my mother, she seemed to shatter into millions of pieces after my dad was killed, as if she was a mirror. The pointy and broken shards were her heart, and every tear that came down her face resembled something in her life that she was leaking away. My little brother and I were two of those things that seemed to vanish, as if we were never born.

Daniel...even just thinking about his name gave me the chills...but he was my kid brother. After my father passed away, and my mother seemed to go into a mental breakdown, Daniel was all that I had left. I loved him to death, and I knew that he loved me just as much in return. I still remember the mornings when I would tickle him awake, and the nights when I would read to him, turn on his favorite nightlight, and then tuck him in. There were also times where I would play around with him in the mud, helping him get all scrubbed in the bathtub afterwards. We did everything together...but unfortunately, he wasn't the same after our father was killed and our mom tuned us out. He was just seven years old when he ran away...but when I called the fuzz to report it...by the time they found him, he was badly beaten up in an alleyway. My baby brother...my sweet, innocent little brother...he was taken to the hospital with dark bruises, deep cuts, broken ribs, and extreme blood loss. He died by the next morning.

Now Reese...he was my shoulder to cry on. Every time something horrible happened, like my dad's death, my mom's neglect, and my Daniel's beating, Reese would be there for me to open up to. However, he wasn't the best boyfriend in the whole wide world, so don't bother to be tricked by his bright bluish/greenish eyes or sweet smile. He was nothing but a spawn of the devil...evil and crafty. He always got whatever he wanted...and on this one dark night back in New York...he got exactly what he wanted from me.

"...Hey, Sonny," I spoke up with my cracking voice, trying my best to wipe away all of my tears.

Sondra's hands were locked over her face, but after she heard me, she released a small gasp and instantly shot her attention towards me. Her pale blue eyes were huge, swarming with pain and sorrow, red-rimmed and flooding with what seemed like millions of teardrops. Her whole face was red, stained with different salty tear streaks. Just seeing her look like that and know how she was feeling hit me directly in the heart. Before I knew it, I couldn't help myself to sniffle and cry some more, despite the fact that I was trying to hide my sadness.

"K-Kenny?" Sondra stuttered out my name. "W-What's the matter?"

Again, I attempted wiping away as many of my teardrops as I could, but it was no use. No matter how many tears I wiped away, more kept washing down my face like different waterfalls. Finally, I pouted again and sighed. With my shoulders slumped, I made my way over to Sondra and sat myself down next to her on the Curtis' front steps. The cool breeze smacked across my wet cheeks as my hot tears continued to fall.

"Sondra...you're having Johnny's triplets, aren't you?" I barely had to choke out my words, my voice cracking more by the minute.

Sondra's tearful eyes shot huge, and her mouth dropped to form a somewhat big 'O' shape. More tears came raining down her face one by one, but she didn't wait to wipe them away with her sleeves.

"...Darry told you, didn't he?" Sondra practically growled like a junkyard pooch all of the sudden. Man, Darry was right...her mood swings were all over the place.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Not exactly, Sonny," I honestly replied. "I made him confess by pinning him to the cabinets since I bet that you remember how hard my temper is. This Dr. Bender called, reporting about your due date...and guess who just so happened to answer that call?"

The new anger from Sondra's face instantly faded, and she suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"Oh..." She gulped down a small gulp and slowly turned her head back so she could go back to looking at the Curtis' front yard. The chilly breeze whistled through her golden blonde hair, and her red-rimmed eyes glimmered with tears as she wiped her nose with one of her sleeves. The last time I've ever seen somebody else upset like this was when Daniel got mad at me one Easter for eating the last chocolate bunny. However, this wasn't over some stupid chocolate bunny, and I wasn't dealing with my seven-year-old kid brother anymore. I was dealing with my now fifteen-year-old and pregnant cousin.

I took in a deep breath of the breezy air and released it after a few seconds. "So..." I hesitated, no longer looking at Sondra. "...What are you going to do?"

Sondra didn't look at me; she kept her watery eyes directly in front of her. Slowly, some more tears came dripping down her face, and she tucked a piece of her golden blonde hair behind her pierced ear.

Thinking that I knew exactly what Sondra was thinking, I asked in complete sorrow: "...Do you want to give up your babies?"

Though to my surprise, Sondra shook her head. "No...that's what Darry thought that I wanted to do, too..."

"Well, if you don't want to put the babies up for adoption, what do you want to do with them?" I raised an eyebrow, obviously confused.

At first, all I got in response was complete silence. Sondra bit down on her bottom lip and nervously nibbled on it for a moment. Then she turned her head and stared right into my eyes. Quietly choked up on tears, she said: "...I want to have an abortion."

My emerald eyes shot bigger than ever before, and I could've sworn that I choked on the deep breath that I recently took in. No...she couldn't have said what I think she just said...

"What?" I coughed and heavily breathed to help my heart get back to its original pace. Right now, I was sure that it was beating faster than what it did that night...

Sondra pouted, as if she was a helpless puppy, and she softly sighed. "You heard me, Kenny...an abortion."

"No!" I practically gasped at the top of my lungs, which had my little cousin's eyes shooting huge from fear. Instantly, she shushed me, but nobody seemed to be around and Darry surely didn't hear us from inside.

"Kenny, you don't have to preach it to the entire neighborhood!" hissed Sondra.

I whimpered, allowing even more steaming tears to fall from my eyes as I shook my head. "Sonny, you just can't have an abortion! That's even worse than giving a child away to the orphanage! You're taking such a fragile life away before it could even see, smell, touch, or hear anything in this world! It'll only be worse for you since you're having triplets!"

Sondra's eyes narrowed at me, which had my eyes flooding with plead. I've never had my little cousin angry at me before. It honestly hurt, especially after everything I've so far been through in my life back in New York.

"Well, wouldn't I be doing them a favor?" Sondra challenged me, full sassiness exploding in her tone all of the sudden. "You smell blood, you hear rumbles, you feel a blade sliding across your wrist...you see everything that's just downright horrible here in Tulsa."

Eagerly, I shook my head some more. "Abortion isn't a smart choice, Sonny! It shouldn't even be an option for you! Sure, this world is cruel and twisted, but it's only going to get worse! Do you honestly believe that killing your and Johnny's three innocent babies will solve every problem in Tulsa? Hell, Sondra! It won't even help you out! You'll be stuck with the thought how you're still no longer a virgin, and not to mention that you will sooner regret taking such a beautiful process and yanking it around to end terribly with these babies!"

That rage was no longer written all over Sondra's face. Instead, she looked mighty stunned, as if she just witnessed somebody pushing a truck successfully all by themselves. I don't think that she suspected me to raise my voice like that to her, and to be honest...I didn't see that coming either. It just happened.

"Kendra..." Sondra sounded just as surprised. "...How do you know so much 'bout regretting an abortion?"

Memories were flashing back into my mind, rapidly...one by one, they flooded in...overwhelming me...hurting my heart. My eyes became tearful yet again. Man, I never knew that a person could contain so many salty teardrops.

I took in a deep, shaky breath, releasing it a few seconds later. "I never told anybody this before, but...I had an abortion not very long ago."

Sondra's mouth seemed to drop straight to the ground, and her tears dripped down to meet the Curtis' front wooden steps. Her pale blue eyes were gigantic, marble like and remaining red-rimmed.

At the upsetting memories, I ended up breaking down again. Sniffling rapidly and shedding many more tears, I covered my face with my hands. The dark memories wouldn't stop torturing me. Whimpering somewhat loudly, I sooner felt one of Sondra's arms wrap around my shoulders. I knew that I had to get a hold of myself...this wasn't the time to have a cry fest.

"How..." Sondra sounded like she was a mixture of shock and sorrow, but before I knew it, she sounded upset. "It was Reese, wasn't it?"

Regretfully, I signed and nodded my head. "Yeah...he freaking raped me...figures he wouldn't bother to use protection, right? Of course, I got pregnant...and if it wasn't for his freaking mouth, I would have a son of my own right now..."

Sondra's pain overpowered her yet again. "You mean...Reese forced you to have an abortion?"

Again, I nodded with absolute regret. "...It was months ago...Reese had just gotten his ass drunk yet again at this one pub that he dragged me to for this stupid party. I didn't even want to go, but you know by everything I told you that Reese doesn't ever take no for an answer. The only positive note that came from that party was that I met a redhead named Abigail and we became very close. She was a little shorter than me, white and her red hair was long like this Cherry Valance's that you wrote me 'bout this one time. Her eyes were dark blue, swarming with happiness. We weren't the type of girls to drink or fetch a cigarette, so we just sat down and chatted while her boyfriend got drunk with Reese..."

God, why me? Why did Reese have to do this to me? He knows how much I hate these types of parties! They always get out of hand, mainly because of bar fights spurting out or sometimes even shootings. However, Reese didn't let me get away from him that easy...he always gets what he wants. When I even attempted asking him with complete innocence if we could go out to the movies or someplace else, he grabbed me by my throat and told me to NEVER backtalk him. Of course, I listened.

I kicked back at a table all by myself, ignoring the soreness that my eyes were being attacked with by the colorful; flashing lights the best that I could. I was dressed in a dark purple and black; checkered T-shirt, a worn out pair of dark blue jeans, and a pair of black; worn out tennis shoes. My hair, on the other hand, was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and I decided to wear some black eyeliner and mascara for the heck of it.

I was bored as hell, moaning impatiently to myself as I watched Reese drink down his sixth or so bottle of beer at the bar. It looked like to me that he had decided to jug down and get drunk with this other teenage boy, who looked about twenty or so. Reese was nineteen.

When I decided to raise my bottle of water to my lips to take a slurp, I realized that three other others were smirking in my direction. One boy was blonde, another was brunette with dark blue highlights, and the last had black hair with purple highlights. Annoyed, I rolled my eyes, already knowing what was coming for me. This wasn't the first time when some random guys would try sweet-talking me.

"Man, check out the curves on that babe!" The blonde practically howled like a wolf as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I did a face-palm and began muttering to myself. "PLEASE don't tell me that THAT was addressed to ME..."

"Ain't she a hottie? I swear, she has more curves than a racecar track!" The black-haired boy laughed, which had him receiving a high-five from the blonde, and a pat on the back from the brunette. I would seriously never understand boys...

"Say, dolly, you got a name? Or a boyfriend for that matter? If not, I'm sure that we can sneak into the backroom together and..." The brunette chuckled at me, but I raised my free hand to cut him off.

"Sorry," I said with complete sarcasm and an annoyed roll of my eyes. "I ain't interested. And to answer one of your questions, I actually do got a boyfriend, so you three best leave me alone before I get him to beat your sorry asses."

Instantly, the blonde and the brunette stepped back, now looking as nervous as hell. However, the black-haired boy wasn't going away so easy.

"Oh, so you're a spicy one, huh? I love 'em that way!" The black-haired boy grabbed my arm, and I took no hesitation to begin attempting to wiggle my way out of his strength. Unfortunately, he was much taller and he was certainly stronger than he looked. I grasped the back of my chair, my eyes huge and beginning to flood with fear as the black-haired boy kept pulling on my arm, each tug harder than the last. The brunette and the blonde suddenly began to cheer him on, and just as I felt like I was going to lose my grip on my seat, the black-haired boy was splashed in the face with some soda.

"What in the hell?" The black-haired boy released my arm and rubbed his eyes with his clenched fists. Heavily, I breathed, fixing my way back up correctly in my chair. The black-haired boy's whole head was drenched, and when I looked in the direction where it came splashing from, I realized that there was some redhead chick standing there. Her eyes were dark blue, narrowed furiously at the black-haired boy, and her white face was beating red.

"You and your buddies ought to learn some manners, you piece of no-good crap!" The redhead hissed, as if she was a vicious snake. I could tell that she was definitely not an out-of-towner.

Suddenly, a devious smirk spread across the black-haired boy's face after his eyes met the redhead. "Ah...so I see that there are two spicy ladies for me this evenin', huh?"

The redhead reached into her pocket, scowling away at the black-haired boy and his two buddies as she whipped out a switchblade. Instantly, the black-haired boy's smirk vanished from his face, and the brunette leaped behind the blonde.

"I swear, the only so-called "spiciness" that you're goin' to get tonight is with my blade, and I can promise you that it will definitely NOT be pretty! Now scram before I go fetch my boyfriend!" The redhead practically screeched at the top of her lungs, full of rage.

"Let's get out of here, boys! There are plenty of other spicy broads out tonight, I'm sure!" The black-haired boy motioned his two friends to follow him, and the three took off running like the devil was after them.

A satisfied smirk spread across the redhead's thin face as she slipped her switchblade away. Chuckling then, she took down a small slurp from the remains of the soda that she had splashed in the black-haired boy's face.

"...Thank you for doing that." I decided to say something, and the redhead flashed me a pretty smile after she swallowed what was in her mouth.

"It's really no problem at all. I hate guys who are pigs like that. They think that they're all high and mighty when they're truly nothin' but worthless male skanks...oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Abigail."

I grinned a little and nodded. "Nice to meet you, Abigail. I'm Kendra, but my friends call me Kenny. I actually prefer it."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, too, Kenny. Mind if I sit with you?"

I shrugged, still smiling. "Take a seat."

Sondra scratched the back of her head, but she didn't need to say anything...I knew what she was mainly thinking about. Why did I just bring up my memory of Abigail when I should've been explaining about my abortion?

"...What happened next, Kenny?" Sondra broke the silence that I was using to catch my breath and fix my calmness back into place.

I gulped a little to myself, clearing my throat the best that I could. "Well, Reese sooner got his ass drunk, like I said. Reese and alcohol is never a good combination...and let's just say that when he saw me chatting with Abigail instead of hanging out with him...he decided to take it out roughly. He practically gagged me and snuck me into one of the pub's rooms...after that, he cut my clothes right off since I refused to take them off when his drunk voice ordered me to do so...all I remember after that is him all drunk and bare...and his haunting voice was whispering "thrust in, thrust out" as he...well, you got that picture. I couldn't do anything but scream and cry, pleading for him to stop...but all he did was threaten me and smack me across the face with every chance he got..."

Sondra's eyes were becoming more tearful by the minute, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was heartbroken. Sniffling, she pushed herself closer to my side, and I placed my arm around her shoulders.

"...It wasn't long before I found out that I was pregnant...it was pretty obvious since I knew what exactly happened between Reese and I...but when I told him, it wasn't pretty..."

A/N: Cliffhanger! Stay tuned for part 2 of this chapter! Please review! Thanks, everyone! :D :D :D :D