Mkay, sorry its been so long.

CHAPTER 14:

That week nothing happened until Wednesday. On Wednesday, I got arrested for going into a bar and hustling an undercover cop in a game of pool. If he would have won, I don't think I would have got arrested. I'm sure that me gambling and being in a bar underage had nothing to do with it; he was just plain mad that I whooped him. So, here I sit, waiting to get signed out by my parent/guardian. I really wish Sarah could be considered my guardian because I would have been out of here four days ago. But no, my father is my guardian, and this cell will be home until he decides to come on up to Tulsa to get me the hell out of here. Sitting in jail waiting for my father is nothing new to me, though; there were a couple times growing up that me and my brother got in trouble and he had us sit there to "think about what we've done." In truth, it was easier to just let us rot away in our cell than it was to come pick us up; at least that way he knew where we were. When he gets here, I'm going to get my ass handed to me.

"How you doing, sweety?" A drunken woman said to me, interrupting my thoughts, as she was put into the stall with me; it was a Friday night so a lot of drunks had been brought in.

Looking around me, I couldn't help but smile inwardly. How the hell was I sitting in here with these bar sluts?

"You're a little young to be working the bars," the woman persisted as she plopped down next to me.

I smirked, "I ain't in there for that."

She merely nodded and got comfortable; it was obvious she's a regular around here.

"Let's go, kid; you're out," the guard said to me.

Nodding, I rose from my seat and couldn't help but smile.

'Freedom.'

When I got out, everyone was there, even Sarah and Emily. Of course, I knew my father was somewhere around here too, since he had to have signed me out for me to be let go.

"Get over here," I heard his gruff voice yell, as I had started to head over to my friends.

"Thanks for coming to get me," I said awkwardly; he was drunk, hell he was always drunk, but I knew my father was mad enough without me mouthing off.

My father laughed and walked over to me, grabbing me and slamming me against the wall.

"What would your mother think of you if she saw you like this? She'd fall right back into her grave."

My eyes blazed in anger and the world turned to grey just like it always did when I was about to take a swing at someone. It was taking all I had not to punch my father in his face.

"Yeah, stay angry, kid. You're gunna need it when I'm kicking the living daylights out of you," He taunted me.

Luckily for me, a cop walked outside to go patrolling and my father had to set me down. I rubbed at my neck, knowing his hand marks would be there tomorrow as a reminder. My father told me to get in the car. I was torn between taking off running right now and putting as much space as I could between my father and I. Deep down, I knew I wasn't going anywhere just yet; there was too much that I had here in Tulsa.

"How about you two just meet us back at the house?" Sarah asked, faking like she had no idea that my father hit me.

My father said that would be fine and that we would be over in a few minutes. It was a lie, obviously, but one he didn't have to tell because it was blatantly clear that I was going to get roughed up. Sarah herded all everyone back into their cars, but Dallas stood where he was, saying that he was going to ride with me and my father.

"You know if you do anything you're gunna wind yourself in jail, Dallas, now get in the car," Sarah told him firmly, "It's not worth it."

With one more look at me, Dal reluctantly got in the car.

"Well ain't that cute?" My dad mocked me as we got into his pick up.

I chose to ignore him and grabbed a cigarette out of the pack on the dashboard and lit it up. My father could barely keep himself on our side of the road and I was holding on for dear life.

"Have a few too many tonight, pop?" I asked amusedly.

My father's reaction to that was slamming my head against the passenger side window, causing my nose to bleed.

"Shit!" I yelled wiping away the blood with my hand.

"Oh calm the hell down, you act like you ain't ever bled that much before, kid."

This is exactly why I can't stand to be called kid. My father has called me kid since I can remember. My brother has always been called Patrick, but I have always been called kid.

We pulled over a few blocks away from Two-Bit's house. It was pretty obvious what was coming next. My father walked around to my side of the truck and opened the door, dragging me out, mumbling something about driving all the way down here, how I'm such a disgrace for a child, etc, etc. I shot back some remarks myself and pretty soon the beating started. I fought back this time; anger was surging through my body after what he'd said about my mother.

By the time it was over, the both of us looked like shit. It amazed me that I could two or three people in a fight, but I could never beat my father because I could never try as hard against him; I swear that it's going to bother me until the day I die. I felt myself getting picked up off of the ground, and I was shocked since I didn't even know I was on the ground. My father handed me some whiskey and a lit cigarette.

"You're getting better," He said exhaustedly.

I looked curiously at my father then. He never took any notice to anything that I did. I shook my head to, trying to turn the world from grey back to color. For a moment, we just stood there taking everything in before my father got into his truck and left me. My body was aching, I didn't feel too hot. I lied back down on the sidewalk to catch my breath, and I finished off the whiskey, grateful that it would soon be numbing the pain. The cool air cleared my head and the world was once again decked out in color; well, as much color as you see on this side of town. The walk to Two-Bit's felt like it took years. My head was swimming from the whiskey; I was thinking about my life in Stillwater and my life in Tulsa and all the people that played apart in both. Then I laughed; here I am drunk and beaten and I'm becoming all philosophical. Shoot me.

Sirens filled the air and my instinct told me to run and so that's what I did. I ran all the way to Two-Bit's house. When I got there, things went as I presumed that they would. Sarah had a fit and babied me for a while and got me all cleaned up. The gang got furious and called my father every name under the sun. Emily sat there in a stupor, probably wondering if her father would hit her like this if he was around. The gang hung around for a while longer, before Darry suggested that they leave so I could get some rest.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired," I admitted.

Everyone, with the exclusion of Two-Bit and Dally, got up and left after giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, while Sarah headed to work and Emily went up to bed. Two-Bit went to check on Emily after a few minutes; he too knew of Emily's curiosity about her father and wanted to console her, leaving Dally and I alone. I buried my head in my hands and wished the room would stop spinning so fast.

"I hate when that happens," Dal said, causing me to jump because I hadn't felt him sit down next to me.

I got shivers as Dal leaned in and started to kiss my neck.

"I want you, Orion," he whispered.

"Dal, I don't think.."

Dally silenced me by kissing me and laying me down on the couch; his hands were running up and down my sides gently so he wouldn't hurt me. We made out for a while, but when I felt Dal start to take off my pants, I stopped him.

"What?" Dal asked, clearly annoyed.

It was then that I noticed how truly drunk my boyfriend was. Obviously, I knew he'd had a couple of beers, but his eyes were all glassy and bloodshot, indicating that he was more wasted then I'd known.

"I really care about you," Dally told me, trying to convince me to go into my bedroom with him.

"Stop it, Dallas; you're drunk," I demanded, getting annoyed myself.

Did he really think I needed to deal with his drunkenness today? Dally smirked and told me he wasn't drunk, which was obviously not true because he passed out with his head in my lap a few minutes later.

"He got really drunk waiting for you. Darry had to keep forcing him back in the house. He was really worried," Two-Bit told me from the bottom of the steps.

I jumped for the second time that night; these boys need to quit sneaking up on me.

"Well I was hoping that my boyfriend would be sober or at least not completely drunk after I got beat up by my father," I said angrily.

Since I had a reputation to protect, I left out the part that I had wanted Dally to fall asleep holding me, so I could feel safe.

"Do you know how hard it is for all of us to sit back while you get beat up by your dad? Imagine how hard it is for Dally," Two-Bit told me simply.

I sighed; I know he had a point. After all, I felt the same way with Johnny, Steve, and my friends back home.

"Help me get him into my bed?" I asked Two-Bit finally.

Two-Bit smiled at me, "Sure, darling."

"You're my best friend," I said randomly.

Two-Bit's smile got even wider as he helped my drag Dally into the bedroom.

"Ain't you going to bed?" I asked when Two-Bit began walking out the door.

"Hell no, with you in jail all I've done is go to school and sleep. I'm just going to go watch some TV. Night sweetheart."

I laughed a little bit, causing Dally to stir.

"Orion?" He mumbled.

"Yeah it's me," I responded.

"I love you."

My body froze. Dal wrapped his arms around me and buried his head in the crook of my neck, where he again passed out a couple moments later.

'What?'

END.

Well there you go. Reviews please. I'm pretty happy with this chapter, especially because I just typed it all out totally not knowing where I was going with it.