Too bad they didn't allow any food besides eggs, sausage, mashed potatoes and some sort of meat. I swear, prison would be nicer. Thinking about prison flooded my brain with memories of Joshua, and how, in a weird way, we're in the same situation right now.

He's being held up in a small room with an uncomfortable bed and a little steel table, and so am I. He's being forced food that I'm sure he doesn't want to eat, and so am I. He's having some inmate push him around and make him go crazy, and so am I. It didn't matter that Sylvia wasn't an inmate, she was still there.

It took me a couple of days to get over the fact that Josh was rotting in prison, but then I thought about Sylvia.

She was pregnant with his kid. I couldn't help but feel immensely sorry for her. I could hear her crying at night in her room, slowly falling asleep to the sound of her loud sobs. My theory of why she'd push me around so much is because she wished I was the pregnant one... She wished I'd 'satisfied his needs' enough towards where he didn't need to sleep around.

If that had happened, she wouldn't have a baby growing in her stomach right now. It almost hurts me that she slept around on Dallas with MY boyfriend.

It's kind of funny, while Dallas and I were hooking up, so were they.

What a coincidence everything is.

I'd almost convinced myself one day to go up to Sylvia and talk to her about everything, but I couldn't risk it. She was hormonal and ultimately more pissed off from the pregnancy-what with her due date in less than two weeks.

Boy was she getting big. On top of all her belly weight, she was shoveling food in her mouth faster than Darry after work. She's put on about fifty pounds, and they showed in her face and legs. Her arms were also bigger, making it easier for her to strangle me if I approached her- which is why I'd decided against it.

Soon, the day came when Sylvia gave birth. She was rushed to the pregnancy ward they had in the home and didn't come out for another day or so. Once she did come out, her stomach was much smaller and she was holding a little pink bundle, tears streaming down her face.

She walked past me without making eye contact and shut the door to her room. I could hear her soft sobs from the other side, along with the baby's loud crying. She started crying louder and louder while the baby cried louder and louder.

The nurses rushed into the room and got the baby, carrying it to the baby ward and shutting Sylvia's door behind them. I got up and walked to the door, knocking slowly. I could hear muffled voices from the other side- telling me to go away.

I ignored her commands and opened the door slowly, seeing a small lump under her purple blankets. I went to her and slid the blankets down from her face and exposed her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. She gave me an incredulous look and snatched the blankets back over her face.

I sat down on the end of her bed and pat her leg softly, she shot up and wiped her tears with the back of her end before glaring at me. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you."

"I don't have anything to say to you."

"Sylvia, why are you blaming me for all of this? I never did anything to you."

"Let's rewind a bit, shall we? I was suspicious of Dallas cheating on me while we were dating. I confirmed those suspicions when I saw him with a BLONDE headed girl at the Dingo." She paused and I gulped, not knowing she'd seen me and Dallas. "I later found out that it was YOU, so I figured I'd pay you back by sleeping with your boyfriend. Such a prick, didn't wear a condom and got me pregnant. Now can you tell me how it's not your fault you cheated on your boyfriend with mine?"

I stared at her and tripped over my words. "Exactly. Now get the fuck out of here before I do some major damage to you." I wasn't necessarily scared of Sylvia, I knew I could beat her in a fight any time, but I still left. I didn't need this.

Phone call after phone call Darry pleaded with Miss June to allow him custody, but she kept denying him. I overheard her saying something about a lawyer, and then sounding astounded, saying something like, 'There's no way you could've afforded one'. She hung up the phone abruptly later in the conversation.

I was leaned up against the wall with my ear pressed to it when my door swung open and Miss June barged in.

"Darrel Curtis got a lawyer and is trying to take custody over you. Until I get things sorted out, you are not to call, see, or speak to any of them. Do I make myself clear?" I scowled at her but nodded anyways, slightly happy that Darry got a lawyer on my behalf.

Maybe I'll get out of here sooner than I'd expected.

She stuck to her word for the next couple of weeks. I couldn't use the phone anymore, or leave my room for that matter. She was worried I'd try to call or speak to them, so I had a girl who was basically my servant whom I told to fetch me new books, food, drinks, etc.

The girl working for me was named Arren and I felt bad for her, who wants to wait on a person the same age as you when you could be out partying? We'd become okay friends and I learned her mom made her work here.

Sadly, I was soon allowed to speak with the guys again and she was sent to help some other lunatic. It turns out Darry found a lawyer and was trying to win me over in court. Marge didn't exactly WANT me speaking to them, but it's not like I cared. I wasn't breaking any rules. She just didn't like it.

With me now being allowed to talk and meet with the gang, I scheduled a visit at their house so we could all talk.

I'd planned three days away from the girl's home, and since Darry now had a lawyer, I was allowed to. I'd spend one day with the gang, then the other two with Steve, and Steve alone.

I needed to be alone with him, work things out.

I only had to wait one week.

Just one week.

Boy do days pass slowly when you're anticipating things. I was -literally- marking the days off of the calendar I was allowed to keep in my room.

I know, it's like waiting for Christmas, but since we didn't celebrate Christmas here, this was my present.

My three day present.

Finally, September seventh came and I was picked up by Darry. He said everyone else was waiting for me at the house. I didn't waste any time hugging him tightly when i first saw him, and he happily returned it.

The drive was conversation filled- and I filled him in with every detail. Literally, every detail- from tripping over a crack in the floor to Sylvia giving birth- every detail.

Finally, we pulled up to the house and I basically tripped over myself getting out of the car and bursting through the door.

I squealed as I ran up to the group of boys sitting on the floor and couch and lunged myself at them. I layed on the, crying happily and getting tight hugs and kisses placed all over me- clearly brotherly. The only kiss I was reaching for was Steve's. Long awaited and passionate.

I went over the details of my new found life with the boys and settled down with some chocolate cake and smokes, boy did I need them.

Finally the day came to a start with rounds and rounds of poker- cheating of course. To my surprise, Johnny won just about every game. That boy's poker face was like stone. I sat right next to Steve and fiddled with the hem of his shirt with my free hand the whole time, softly caressing his now toned abdomen. He smirked when tugged on his bottoms, but softly pushed my hand away anyways, shooting me a sideways glance.

I gave him an innocent look which made him burst out with laughter, making me laugh as well and earning us the crazy title from the gang.

I'd vowed I would spend time with the GANG tonight, so I moved and sat in between Two-Bit and Soda instead. He looked at me with a confused look on his face but I rolled my eyes, peaking at their cards while they weren't looking. Steve chuckled as I pulled an ace out of Soda's shoe and another out of the back collar of Two-Bit's shirt.

I called cheaters and the game ended with Johnny winning- once again. I swear he robbed us of every damn cancer stick we had on us. He'd probably die from lung cancer before he had the chance to win again.

I later learned that Johnny and his girlfriend broke up because he accused him of cheating- which he clearly didn't- and I just declared her as bat-shit crazy, earning a wave of laughter from everyone, even Johnny.

The time finally came when we all had to call it quits and we fell asleep as we did the first night I'd reunited with the gang.

Johnny and I on the couches, everyone else in their rooms and Two-Bit who knows where.

But this time, Dallas wasn't out the door with Two-Bit.

And this time, I wasn't thinking about how fucked up my life was, I was thinking about how I was going to spend the next two days with Steve.

xXx

AAANNNNND Chapter 25 is in the bag! Aha, I'm so sleep deprived, it's not even funny. I've been working 24/7 on popping out chapters for you guys, and since I have just become so interested in this story again, I don't WANT to stop.

Thanks for everyone who's supported me through this whole mess!

Thanks to Corrin Winston for helping a gurl out! Thanks C! :)