Ok, just to clear everything up! This story does take place after
Johnny and Dally are dead! I'm sorry to all the people who love them!
They're great but if they were alive I'd have to change the original story
and I don't want that. Also, Kathryn is sort of in the book because in
chapter 2 after Pony tells Cherry and Marcia that Dally'd leave them alone
if he knew them it says when Steve's cousin from Kansas came down, Dally
was decent to her and watched his swearing! So that's where I got the idea
of Kathryn! Anyway enjoy this chapter and thanks for all your reviews and
to AshleyMathews for her chapter name suggestion.
Also, this chapter is kind of slow but chapter 5 will be better I think! Something good will happen!
Chapter Four
As I lay there, tired and trembling from both the cold and fear, I could vaguely hear footsteps and drunken laughs coming toward me from a distance. I didn't think much of it and stayed where I was. I wasn't about to get up in my state simply from paranoia. They probably wouldn't even notice me, but just as I had been this entire night my judgment was off, horribly off.
"Hey doll face," Someone said. His speech was a little slurred so I knew he'd been drinking. I looked up. There were three boys standing over me, one in a yellow Madras shirt, the other in blue plaid shirt and the tall one in a sports jacket. "What are you doing on the ground, you'll ruin that pretty dress."
I was getting a little scared since I wasn't even wearing a dress, but I suppose to a boy who had been drinking my skirt couldn't looked like a dress. I didn't understand what was even happening. These boys weren't even older then eighteen. Why were they drinking? I hated when people drank at a young age. It was practically labeling them as juvenile delinquents that wouldn't amount to be anything but alcoholics like my father. I didn't want that fate for anyone.
"Why don't you get up off the ground and come for a ride with us," The one in the blue shirt piped in, "It'll be fun."
I wasn't about to get into a car with these people I didn't even know that were obviously intoxicated, but what was I supposed to say. Finally I came up with something.
"No thank you." I said bluntly. I know it wasn't the best answer but I didn't know what kind of people these were and I didn't want to say anything to anger them.
"But what do you want to stay over here on this side of town for." The one in the yellow madras said again, "We'll take you away from this crummy neighborhood into the place where you belong."
What were the talking about, where I belong, How did they know where I belonged, they didn't know me.
"I belong here." I told them.
"Come on guys," the tall one said. "Leave her alone and let's get outta here."
"You just shut your mouth Randy Adderson," the one in the yellow yelled. "I'm sick and tired of you always ruining our fun." Then he turned to me and squatted down to my level. "Now come on darlin'," he said touching my face. He smelt of stale tobacco and English leather shaving lotion and of course alcohol. Tequila I think it was. "Don't you wanna take a ride with me. I'll make it a night you'll never forget."
I couldn't handle it. I screamed as loud as I could for anyone. Steve. Soda. Two-Bit. Even Uncle Jerry. Anybody.
"Shut this broad up would ya!" he yelled to his buddies.
He had his hand pressed over my mouth so I did the only thing I could do. I bit his hand and taste the blood running into my mouth. This caused him to instinctively grab his hand in pain, freeing my so I was able to scream for help yet again. Just when I thought it was hopeless I heard voices. Familiar voices.
"Hey pal," one said, "Leave her alone ya hear."
The voice belonged to Steve. He must've heard me when he was walking to the Dingo.
"Or what!" one of them said.
"You don't wanna know pal." I couldn't recognize his voice but I assumed he was on my side.
"If you're looking for a fight…" one of them said being interrupted by Soda.
"Listen buddy, just let her go. She didn't do nothing. I don't want to start anything with you guys."
I didn't like this. I saw the one in the blue shirt pull out a blade. Why were they doing this? Why did those boys have to even start hassling me? I started to think what would happen if he used that blade and started crying against my will. Me crying wasn't helping my situation because I just exhausted myself even more and I was all ready so overwhelmed that I just passed out cold.
I felt something moist on my face and neck, and someone slapping my face lightly.
"I think she's coming around." I heard someone yell. I wished he hadn't I already had a throbbing headache. I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar face. I instantly backed away and almost sat on another person. I could feel myself moving as if I was in a car. Oh know. Steve and his friends couldn't save me and I was in a car with those other boys.
"Hey, Hey," someone said, putting his strong arms around me. "It's ok your safe now." I looked up into dark brown eyes that were gentle and friendly. It was Soda. I was all right. I was safe.
"You gave us quite a scare there," said the boy holding the damp cloth. He looked horrible. His face was all busted in and his lip was bleeding. Oh no, they did fight those boys. It was all my fault.
"Steve." I managed to say quietly. I looked around frantically trying to find my cousin. If anything happened to him it'd be all my fault.
"It's ok Katty, I'm here, I'm here." Said the voice in the front. Then it became clear. He was driving. I passed out and Soda and the other boy had stayed in the back with me to make sure I was ok.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." I said with my voice cracking.
"Hey, shh, it's ok!" Soda said tightening his grip on me.
"Why did you leave anyway, Kat?" Steve asked me.
I thought for a second. Why had I left? Then I remembered.
"Oh Steve it was awful." I started, "Uncle Jerry and your Mom were fighting and then it got out of control and he grabbed her and was about to hit her so I told him to stop and then he said awful things to me and I couldn't stay there and I ran trying to find you and then those awful boys came and…" I was talking so quickly I was surprised if he heard any of it.
"I can't believe that bastard." Steve said surprisingly. "It's a wonder Mom doesn't leave him. Hey Soda, is it ok if we stay at your place tonight?"
"Yeah, Darry won't mind once I tell him what happens." Soda said understandingly.
"Two-Bit do you want me to drop you off at home?" Steve asked.
"Two-Bit!" I said in spite of myself. Now I understood. He was the third person in the car. I looked over and saw him smiling.
"Yeah kiddo! It's me!" he said sounding a little offended.
"Sorry I just…It's just that I…It's good to see you!" I said finally. He just laughed.
"It's good to see you too!"
We dropped of Two-Bit and went on to the Curtis'. I didn't move from my position the entire ride. I almost forgot I was lying in Soda's arms and felt a little embarrassed when I finally realized. He just smiled at me and I went back to thinking. I wasn't really thinking about anything important. Just a lot of "what if's". I had been the type to wonder what if this happened or what if that and now there were so many. What if Steve hadn't gone to the movies? What if I hadn't even heard my aunt and uncle fighting? What if I hadn't stopped Uncle Jerry when I did? What if Steve hadn't showed up or worse what if he did and lost? My thoughts were interrupted when Soda told me we were here.
I got out of the car and almost collapsed. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me. Soda offered to carry me in but I told him I could manage. It was so dark and I almost tripped over the steps but Steve caught me and brought me inside the house. It wasn't until we got inside that I realized how bad Soda and Steve looked.
Steve had a huge cut from his eyebrow to his chin and his nose and his lip were bleeding uncontrollably. The sleeve on his shirt was soaked with blood and there was an awful cut where his shirt had been ripped. He looked like he had been hit in the eye since it was swelling up. Where as, Soda had a cut on his forehead and blood was running down the side of his face. His hand was busted wide open and seemed to be walking with a limp. I felt horrible when I saw them. If only I hadn't have left the house.
"Listen, Kathryn can have my bed and Me, Pony and Steve will sleep in the living room." Soda explained to his older brother.
"No, Little buddy," Darry told him. "She can have my bed and I'll sleep on the couch and Steve can sleep in your room on the floor.
I looked over at Steve.
"I can sleep out here you know." I told him. It didn't matter to me.
"No, Darry won't have it. You just listen to him and you'll be fine." Steve said. "Hey listen. None of this is your fault," he told me. He must've known I was feeling guilty, "You did the right thing running out like you did. I don't know what Jerry might've done if you hadn't."
"Thanks Steve." I said smiling at him. He always knew what to say to make me feel better.
"No problem, kiddo. You go get some sleep all right. I'll see you in the morning." He told me.
"You can have my bed." Darry said. "And no I'm not letting you sleep out here in the living room." He told me smiling. He must've heard me. I smiled and said goodnight to everyone. I went into Darry's room and tried to sleep but I knew I'd never be able to. Not with everything that had happened. But later I found out that it was for the better.
Ok, ok, kinda slow but it'll lead up to something good! Well I think so anyway! Please review and tell me what you think! I also need chapter name suggestions again. Thanks for all your great reviews!
Also, this chapter is kind of slow but chapter 5 will be better I think! Something good will happen!
Chapter Four
As I lay there, tired and trembling from both the cold and fear, I could vaguely hear footsteps and drunken laughs coming toward me from a distance. I didn't think much of it and stayed where I was. I wasn't about to get up in my state simply from paranoia. They probably wouldn't even notice me, but just as I had been this entire night my judgment was off, horribly off.
"Hey doll face," Someone said. His speech was a little slurred so I knew he'd been drinking. I looked up. There were three boys standing over me, one in a yellow Madras shirt, the other in blue plaid shirt and the tall one in a sports jacket. "What are you doing on the ground, you'll ruin that pretty dress."
I was getting a little scared since I wasn't even wearing a dress, but I suppose to a boy who had been drinking my skirt couldn't looked like a dress. I didn't understand what was even happening. These boys weren't even older then eighteen. Why were they drinking? I hated when people drank at a young age. It was practically labeling them as juvenile delinquents that wouldn't amount to be anything but alcoholics like my father. I didn't want that fate for anyone.
"Why don't you get up off the ground and come for a ride with us," The one in the blue shirt piped in, "It'll be fun."
I wasn't about to get into a car with these people I didn't even know that were obviously intoxicated, but what was I supposed to say. Finally I came up with something.
"No thank you." I said bluntly. I know it wasn't the best answer but I didn't know what kind of people these were and I didn't want to say anything to anger them.
"But what do you want to stay over here on this side of town for." The one in the yellow madras said again, "We'll take you away from this crummy neighborhood into the place where you belong."
What were the talking about, where I belong, How did they know where I belonged, they didn't know me.
"I belong here." I told them.
"Come on guys," the tall one said. "Leave her alone and let's get outta here."
"You just shut your mouth Randy Adderson," the one in the yellow yelled. "I'm sick and tired of you always ruining our fun." Then he turned to me and squatted down to my level. "Now come on darlin'," he said touching my face. He smelt of stale tobacco and English leather shaving lotion and of course alcohol. Tequila I think it was. "Don't you wanna take a ride with me. I'll make it a night you'll never forget."
I couldn't handle it. I screamed as loud as I could for anyone. Steve. Soda. Two-Bit. Even Uncle Jerry. Anybody.
"Shut this broad up would ya!" he yelled to his buddies.
He had his hand pressed over my mouth so I did the only thing I could do. I bit his hand and taste the blood running into my mouth. This caused him to instinctively grab his hand in pain, freeing my so I was able to scream for help yet again. Just when I thought it was hopeless I heard voices. Familiar voices.
"Hey pal," one said, "Leave her alone ya hear."
The voice belonged to Steve. He must've heard me when he was walking to the Dingo.
"Or what!" one of them said.
"You don't wanna know pal." I couldn't recognize his voice but I assumed he was on my side.
"If you're looking for a fight…" one of them said being interrupted by Soda.
"Listen buddy, just let her go. She didn't do nothing. I don't want to start anything with you guys."
I didn't like this. I saw the one in the blue shirt pull out a blade. Why were they doing this? Why did those boys have to even start hassling me? I started to think what would happen if he used that blade and started crying against my will. Me crying wasn't helping my situation because I just exhausted myself even more and I was all ready so overwhelmed that I just passed out cold.
I felt something moist on my face and neck, and someone slapping my face lightly.
"I think she's coming around." I heard someone yell. I wished he hadn't I already had a throbbing headache. I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar face. I instantly backed away and almost sat on another person. I could feel myself moving as if I was in a car. Oh know. Steve and his friends couldn't save me and I was in a car with those other boys.
"Hey, Hey," someone said, putting his strong arms around me. "It's ok your safe now." I looked up into dark brown eyes that were gentle and friendly. It was Soda. I was all right. I was safe.
"You gave us quite a scare there," said the boy holding the damp cloth. He looked horrible. His face was all busted in and his lip was bleeding. Oh no, they did fight those boys. It was all my fault.
"Steve." I managed to say quietly. I looked around frantically trying to find my cousin. If anything happened to him it'd be all my fault.
"It's ok Katty, I'm here, I'm here." Said the voice in the front. Then it became clear. He was driving. I passed out and Soda and the other boy had stayed in the back with me to make sure I was ok.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." I said with my voice cracking.
"Hey, shh, it's ok!" Soda said tightening his grip on me.
"Why did you leave anyway, Kat?" Steve asked me.
I thought for a second. Why had I left? Then I remembered.
"Oh Steve it was awful." I started, "Uncle Jerry and your Mom were fighting and then it got out of control and he grabbed her and was about to hit her so I told him to stop and then he said awful things to me and I couldn't stay there and I ran trying to find you and then those awful boys came and…" I was talking so quickly I was surprised if he heard any of it.
"I can't believe that bastard." Steve said surprisingly. "It's a wonder Mom doesn't leave him. Hey Soda, is it ok if we stay at your place tonight?"
"Yeah, Darry won't mind once I tell him what happens." Soda said understandingly.
"Two-Bit do you want me to drop you off at home?" Steve asked.
"Two-Bit!" I said in spite of myself. Now I understood. He was the third person in the car. I looked over and saw him smiling.
"Yeah kiddo! It's me!" he said sounding a little offended.
"Sorry I just…It's just that I…It's good to see you!" I said finally. He just laughed.
"It's good to see you too!"
We dropped of Two-Bit and went on to the Curtis'. I didn't move from my position the entire ride. I almost forgot I was lying in Soda's arms and felt a little embarrassed when I finally realized. He just smiled at me and I went back to thinking. I wasn't really thinking about anything important. Just a lot of "what if's". I had been the type to wonder what if this happened or what if that and now there were so many. What if Steve hadn't gone to the movies? What if I hadn't even heard my aunt and uncle fighting? What if I hadn't stopped Uncle Jerry when I did? What if Steve hadn't showed up or worse what if he did and lost? My thoughts were interrupted when Soda told me we were here.
I got out of the car and almost collapsed. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me. Soda offered to carry me in but I told him I could manage. It was so dark and I almost tripped over the steps but Steve caught me and brought me inside the house. It wasn't until we got inside that I realized how bad Soda and Steve looked.
Steve had a huge cut from his eyebrow to his chin and his nose and his lip were bleeding uncontrollably. The sleeve on his shirt was soaked with blood and there was an awful cut where his shirt had been ripped. He looked like he had been hit in the eye since it was swelling up. Where as, Soda had a cut on his forehead and blood was running down the side of his face. His hand was busted wide open and seemed to be walking with a limp. I felt horrible when I saw them. If only I hadn't have left the house.
"Listen, Kathryn can have my bed and Me, Pony and Steve will sleep in the living room." Soda explained to his older brother.
"No, Little buddy," Darry told him. "She can have my bed and I'll sleep on the couch and Steve can sleep in your room on the floor.
I looked over at Steve.
"I can sleep out here you know." I told him. It didn't matter to me.
"No, Darry won't have it. You just listen to him and you'll be fine." Steve said. "Hey listen. None of this is your fault," he told me. He must've known I was feeling guilty, "You did the right thing running out like you did. I don't know what Jerry might've done if you hadn't."
"Thanks Steve." I said smiling at him. He always knew what to say to make me feel better.
"No problem, kiddo. You go get some sleep all right. I'll see you in the morning." He told me.
"You can have my bed." Darry said. "And no I'm not letting you sleep out here in the living room." He told me smiling. He must've heard me. I smiled and said goodnight to everyone. I went into Darry's room and tried to sleep but I knew I'd never be able to. Not with everything that had happened. But later I found out that it was for the better.
Ok, ok, kinda slow but it'll lead up to something good! Well I think so anyway! Please review and tell me what you think! I also need chapter name suggestions again. Thanks for all your great reviews!