(A.N. Sorry for the EXTREMLEY long update delay, as i said before, my parents are getting divorced and im going to be moving on the 4th, but you guys will be glad to know this story is finally finished and I'm working on the sequal!Please review if you want the sequal! )
DISCLAMER: I do not own the Outsiders or any characters but Danielle, Switch, Patrick, Drew, and Robyn!
Chapter 9 – Underlying Truth
Danielle's POV
I was sitting on the cold floor of the attic leaning against the wall next to the door. I heard the footsteps quickly acending the stairs, I assumed it was Soda trying to get me to come downstairs for the umpteenth time but the pair of converse I saw through the crack in the door told me otherwise. I watched Poyboy's figure moving around in front of the door, then his hand moved and grasped something off of the ground. I held my breath as his feet sat there planted for a moment, not moving. Then I heard a bang on the door that made me jump and I started to tear up. Just like I thought, he didn't understand.
I heard him stomp down the stairs and I tried to collect myself, but I couldn't. My mind was pulling me in, I couldn't take it. I had been sitting there for over half an hour and had already bit my nails down to the stub, I even ripped one off, the pain didn't affect me. I shakily lifted myself off the floor, "I'm going crazy," I tried to look at myself in the mirror, I didn't look like myself. Before Dallas died I was healthy, I never looked tired and I was even pretty muscular for a girl, (I am a greaser girl at heart!) but that girl in the mirror, the only similarity we had were our hair and eyes. The girl in the mirror was skinny, at least ten pounds underwieght. Her eyes had blue and purple bags underneith and she seemed hollow. And then there were those scars, they covered her body, and the scabs that ran along her arms.
I luaghed at the mirror, I was such a joke. I took the picture of me and Dallas and threw it at the mirror listening to the smashing glass.
"I hate you! You ruined my life! I can't even live without wanting to die now!" I crumpled into a heap next to my bed. The last two things I cared about are gone now, one died, and the other I gave up...
I woke up several hours later in a daze, I was still on the floor, next to me were pieces of broken glass and mirror, and the picture. I kicked it underneath the dresser, I couldn't look at it. I slowly sat up and looked over at my little alarm clock, it was eleven pm. I could leave and no one would even know. I shoved a bunch of clothes into my satchel, put on gloves and my old pair of boots and opened the window. The icy air chilled me to the bone. I crawled out onto the roof and shimmied over to the large oak tree right next to the house. I looked down to the ground and gulped. If I didn't grab onto the tree's branch just right it was a pretty long fall. I held my breath, crawled over grabbing onto the branch and I then pulled myself onto the tree. I quickly scuffled down and landed on my feet, thank God!
I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a window opening and a light shining on my face,
"Danielle?" I recognized that voice, it was Ponyboy's, "What the hell do you think your doing?" The flashlight was blinding me. I didn't even say a word, "Did you hear me? Are you a mute or something, speak!" He was clearly pissed at me. "Get inside!" I thought for a second before I finally found words to say, I gulped and I was sure he heard the unsteadiness in my voice.
"No!" He just stared at me, his greenish gray eyes were fuming, he never got this angry. He simply jumped out of the window, he was wearing only a pair of blue jeans and socks running through the snow but he didn't even seem to care. He simply grabbed my arm roughly and started to try to drag me back to the window, I simply refused and pulled him around to face me.
He got even madder and tried to pick me up to bring me back inside. As he reached out to grab me I pushed him away,
"Don't touch me!" I yelled loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. He simply didn't pay attention and continued to try picking me up and I ended up biting him. He was fuming...
Ponyboy's POV
I was pissed, I was helping her! Before I even knew what I was doing I had pushed her to the ground and spat in her general direction,
"Fine, if your leaving, go right ahead, don't say I didn't try to help you." Even the sound of her muffled sniffles didn't stop me from returning to the house. I pulled on an old white t-shirt and fumbled through one of the drawers in me and Soda's dresser to find my lighter and cigarettes, I had tried to quit when Dallas and Johnny died but I guess that's not going to happen. But then the thought crossed my mind, I just hurt an innocent person, not just emotionally, but physically...
Danielle's POV
I sat there, dumfounded. The window was shut, and I'm pretty sure that it wasn't going to open again. I tried picking myself up off of the ground with my arms but pain shot through my wrist as soon as I tried to use it to bear weight. I stayed on the ground to examine it, it wasn't broken, just sprained. It was turning black and blue in one spot where Pony grabbed it and hurt like hell. So many thoughts were going through my head at that moment. Ponyboy Curtis, little Ponyboy who could never hurt a fly almost broke my wrist. I knew that I wasn't going back into that house. There was nothing for me there, I had a faint idea of where I was heading and I just followed what my mind was telling me to do, clutching my arm the whole time...
Ponyboy's POV
I had already smoked two cigarettes when Sodapop finally noticed I wasn't in bed, I rushed to put out the cigarette I was currently smoking, if Soda caught me smoking there would be a whole bunch of questions. There wouldn't be any point in telling him about anything that just happened. She probably ran back inside and upstairs, she wasn't just going to take off.
"What are you doing awake Pone? It's the middle of the night, get back to bed." I climbed back in next to Soda and snuggled under the blankets and up against him for warmth, we usually couldn't afford heat, we were lucky enough to be able to take warm showers without our asses freezing off.
"Sorry Soda, I just couldn't sleep, that's all," If I played it cool, nobody will know what happened. What happened out there isn't going to matter to anyone in the morning anyways. Good thing Christmas break finally started, less time dealing with socs.
"You okay Pony?" I just shook my head no, oh if only he knew!
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go to sleep." He threw his arm tiredly over me and soon began to snore lightly and I quickly joined him, allowing my dreams to take me to a worry free place, just for a little while...
Danielle's POV
I had been walking around, following my hunch for about ten minutes. I was freezing cold, tired as hell, and in pain. When I started to ascend the hill to the park I quickly looked around to see if there was anybody there. Sure enough, there was a figure in a black leather jacket smoking a cigarette against the fountain. It didn't take me two seconds to realize it was who I was looking for. I let out, almost so quiet that you couldn't hear, a little sound that was just recognizable as a name,
"Patrick?" The figure turned, I knew that I would find him here. Patrick was just another local street tough, he and his gang found their place at the old park. I knew about him and his gang from Dallas, Dal said they were okay guys, they were good help in a rumble.
"Danielle? Winston? Is that you?" He started to walk towards me,
"Yes it's me moron! I need your help," I heard a muffled laugh escape his lips, he actually reminded me a lot of somebody, but I won't ever tell anyone who it is, they can just guess on their own.
"Twice in one day? I'm all helped out..."
"C'mon Patrick! I'm being serious!" I looked at him with pleading eyes, I didn't know why I wanted this idiot to help me, but he was really the only person I had left that could.
"Okay, okay, what's the problem?" I showed him my black and blue wrist and it had gotten to the point where no one could touch it without the pain shooting through my arm from the bruises.
"Did you do this yourself?" He looked over at me, his bright blue eyes pierced through me, just like Dal's used to.
I started fabricating a crappy story about falling off of a horse and landing on the arm and twisting my wrist, even though there was no longer a horse for me to ride. I wouldn't let anybody check it out and I got into a fight back home (that much was true) so I ran off. I knew that as soon as I looked up at him he knew I was lying. Patrick may have been just another street tough, but he wasn't a stupid one, in fact, he was pretty smart. He could probably tell the bruises were from somebody grabbing my wrist to tightly.
"Alright, let's get a few things straight. For one thing, I know that whole story was a lie but I'm not gonna even ask what really happened, two, I am taking you to have this wrist checked out, and three, if you need anywhere to stay, me and my gang welcome you with open arms. We aren't the bunch of hard asses you hear about every day, were nicer I promise!" I smiled at his remark. Patrick's gang was just him and three other greasers, kinda like the gang back home, they were just buddies who stuck together. They were pretty tough though, they've won their fair share of fights and rumbles.
"Well, can we take me to check my wrist in the morning? I really need some sleep, I feel kind of sick,"
"Yeah, sure, just come with me," Patrick carefully took my good arm and led me out of the park and over to a little beat up house that looked nowhere near as happy as the Curtis house. It was a stormy gray color with the paint chipping off to reveal the much lighter layer of white below. "The guy's might still be awake but I'll get them to turn the music off and head off so that you can sleep on the couch." He opened up the door and we were greeted by laughter, shouts, and the thick fog of cigarette smoke...
(A.N. Sooooo? What do you guys think? Reiview PLEASE!)
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