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I literally ran into somebody because my vision was blurred with tears and I couldnt see where I was going. "Watch where you're going!" the guy screamed at me. "Bite me!" I screamed back.
"Rockelle?" The voice sounded so familiar....
"Tim?"
"Yeah. Rockelle, whats wrong?" He sounded worried. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and wiped my eyes with his shirt sleeve. I looked up at his face. He looked as worried as he sounded. "Rocky, what happened?"
"Oh, Timmy!" I cried (I was the only one allowed to call him 'Timmy' because it was my special nickname for him). "It was horrible!"
"What was horrible?" I was crying so hard I couldnt answer. "Okay....Its gonna be okay. Lets just get you over to the Curtis'. Everything is gonna be all right. C'mon." He took me to the house and the whole way over there he kept telling me it was gonna be okay. For some reason I didnt believe him.
By the time we got there I had calmed down. I smoothed my hair down before we went in. "Hey, look who I found!" Tim said as he opened the door. All the guys looked in our direction.
"Hey, Tim. Hi, Rocky," Dally said.
I slid out of Tim's arm and ran to Two-Bit. I wrapped my arms around him. He slowly put his arms around me. "Rockelle, you okay?" he asked.
"When I ran into her she was crying," Tim said. I wanted to slap him at that point. I knew what was coming from the gang now. Interrogation time....whoopee.
"What? Why?"
"Look, I'm okay now. Lets just forget it."
"No. Lets not forget it. Rockelle, tell me."
"Fine. Lets at least sit down first."
Darry sat in the arm chair; Two-Bit, Johnny, and Dally got the couch; Soda, Pony, Steve, and Tim sat on the floor. I ended up sitting on Two-Bits lap.
"What happened?" Steve asked. "You have a bruise starting to form on your cheek."
I took a deep breath before I spoke. "Well, Mom wasnt home today. As if that matters. She doesnt even notice me half the time. But my stepdad, Kevin, was. And just my luck, Kevin was drunk. He yelled at me. He told me not to see you guys anymore. I said I was gonna keep seeing you guys. He slapped me twice. Really hard, too. Thats when I ran away from him and into Timmy over there."
"Is this the first time?" Darry asked
"No. It happens at least once a week. Thats why Im rarely at my house."
"Does your mom know?"
"Nope. I wish my real dad was still alive."
"Why didnt you tell me this before?" Two-Bit asked. I shrugged.
"I thought we told each other everything."
"I know...but..."
"You're my best friend."
"Two-Bit......"
"What?" He was mad at me. I hate it when hes mad at me.
"I was embarrassed and scared, okay!?" I blurted out.
"Johnny goes through the same thing! Why are you embarrassed? He's not."
"I-dont-know." I bit the words out through clenched teeth as I got off his lap. I felt hot tears stinging my eyes. A painful lump formed in my throat.
"Why are you scared?"
I started crying again. I tried to stop before I started. No such luck. Soda got up and walked over to me. He slid an arm around my waist and put his other hand behind my head so he could stroke my hair. He let me sob into his shirt.
"Well? Rockelle, answer me."
"Two-Bit, quit grilling her okay?" Dally snapped. I knew that tone. It was his 'Mess-with-me-at-your-own-risk' tone.
"Its okay, Rocky. Kevin aint gonna hurt ya no more," Sodapop whispered.
"No more..." I was okay after that. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of Two-Bits jacket.
"You really wanna know why Im scared?" I asked still starring at Soda's tear stained shirt. I was keeping my voice steady as humanly possible.
"Yes. You know I do. We all do," Two-Bit said gently.
I turned to face him. "Remember when I was gone for a few days? When I told you I went on vacation?"
"Yeah. So? What about it?"
"Truth is I was in the hospital."
"What? Why?"
"Particularlly bad beating from Kevin. He left me for dead. Somebody found me and took me to the hospital. They paid for all of my bills, making sure I got treated. If they didnt I most likely wouldnt be here now." The room went deadly quiet. "Thats why." I walked out the door and sat on the porch.
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I literally ran into somebody because my vision was blurred with tears and I couldnt see where I was going. "Watch where you're going!" the guy screamed at me. "Bite me!" I screamed back.
"Rockelle?" The voice sounded so familiar....
"Tim?"
"Yeah. Rockelle, whats wrong?" He sounded worried. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and wiped my eyes with his shirt sleeve. I looked up at his face. He looked as worried as he sounded. "Rocky, what happened?"
"Oh, Timmy!" I cried (I was the only one allowed to call him 'Timmy' because it was my special nickname for him). "It was horrible!"
"What was horrible?" I was crying so hard I couldnt answer. "Okay....Its gonna be okay. Lets just get you over to the Curtis'. Everything is gonna be all right. C'mon." He took me to the house and the whole way over there he kept telling me it was gonna be okay. For some reason I didnt believe him.
By the time we got there I had calmed down. I smoothed my hair down before we went in. "Hey, look who I found!" Tim said as he opened the door. All the guys looked in our direction.
"Hey, Tim. Hi, Rocky," Dally said.
I slid out of Tim's arm and ran to Two-Bit. I wrapped my arms around him. He slowly put his arms around me. "Rockelle, you okay?" he asked.
"When I ran into her she was crying," Tim said. I wanted to slap him at that point. I knew what was coming from the gang now. Interrogation time....whoopee.
"What? Why?"
"Look, I'm okay now. Lets just forget it."
"No. Lets not forget it. Rockelle, tell me."
"Fine. Lets at least sit down first."
Darry sat in the arm chair; Two-Bit, Johnny, and Dally got the couch; Soda, Pony, Steve, and Tim sat on the floor. I ended up sitting on Two-Bits lap.
"What happened?" Steve asked. "You have a bruise starting to form on your cheek."
I took a deep breath before I spoke. "Well, Mom wasnt home today. As if that matters. She doesnt even notice me half the time. But my stepdad, Kevin, was. And just my luck, Kevin was drunk. He yelled at me. He told me not to see you guys anymore. I said I was gonna keep seeing you guys. He slapped me twice. Really hard, too. Thats when I ran away from him and into Timmy over there."
"Is this the first time?" Darry asked
"No. It happens at least once a week. Thats why Im rarely at my house."
"Does your mom know?"
"Nope. I wish my real dad was still alive."
"Why didnt you tell me this before?" Two-Bit asked. I shrugged.
"I thought we told each other everything."
"I know...but..."
"You're my best friend."
"Two-Bit......"
"What?" He was mad at me. I hate it when hes mad at me.
"I was embarrassed and scared, okay!?" I blurted out.
"Johnny goes through the same thing! Why are you embarrassed? He's not."
"I-dont-know." I bit the words out through clenched teeth as I got off his lap. I felt hot tears stinging my eyes. A painful lump formed in my throat.
"Why are you scared?"
I started crying again. I tried to stop before I started. No such luck. Soda got up and walked over to me. He slid an arm around my waist and put his other hand behind my head so he could stroke my hair. He let me sob into his shirt.
"Well? Rockelle, answer me."
"Two-Bit, quit grilling her okay?" Dally snapped. I knew that tone. It was his 'Mess-with-me-at-your-own-risk' tone.
"Its okay, Rocky. Kevin aint gonna hurt ya no more," Sodapop whispered.
"No more..." I was okay after that. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of Two-Bits jacket.
"You really wanna know why Im scared?" I asked still starring at Soda's tear stained shirt. I was keeping my voice steady as humanly possible.
"Yes. You know I do. We all do," Two-Bit said gently.
I turned to face him. "Remember when I was gone for a few days? When I told you I went on vacation?"
"Yeah. So? What about it?"
"Truth is I was in the hospital."
"What? Why?"
"Particularlly bad beating from Kevin. He left me for dead. Somebody found me and took me to the hospital. They paid for all of my bills, making sure I got treated. If they didnt I most likely wouldnt be here now." The room went deadly quiet. "Thats why." I walked out the door and sat on the porch.
well? what did ya think? please review and tell me! love twobitsgreaserbabi