*** Ok here's chapter 2. Hope ya like it! ***
"How do ya get to your house Chey?" Steve asked as we climbed into his car.
"Oh. um its two blocks west of the railroad tracks." I replied. I watched Steve frown as he started the car. "It's my friend's aunt's. house. really." I stammered suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
Steve shrugged indifferently as he pulled out into traffic. "Chey don't worry about Stevie here. Besides you shouldn't be walkin' all by your lonesome anyways." Soda replied turning in his seat.
"Um. Steve it's that big white house on the hill." I said quietly after a moment. Steve pulled up to the driveway and I got out. "Thanks for the lift. I'll see ya around." I smiled before Steve pulled away from the curb.
"Who was that?" Molly asked me as I closed the front door behind me. "Did you get a ride home from those East side greasers?" She added blocking the staircase.
"Yeah Molly I got a ride home from those greasers." I started to say. Pushing past her I turned. "Oh by the way their names are Steve and Sodapop." I added. She was just like her mom always judging the book by the cover.
Molly followed me up the stairs. "What the hell is your problem?" She asked. "I mean you've ignored me since forever."
"What are you talking about?" I asked turning to look at her.
"I'm talking about you associating yourself with that filth. You need to remember you're different from them." She replied haughtily
"Molly leave me alone. You never want to see past the cover. I'm goin' now." I replied going back down the stairs and out the door.
I guess I don't have any friends I thought as I walked silently down the road. Memories of my friendship with Molly were going through my mind. Had she always been that way? I tried to remember her actions. I suddenly realized that Molly was just a carbon copy of her parents. Shaking my head I looked up to see where I was.
"Want a bath greaser?" I heard. Looking around I saw a kid surrounded by five huge jocks. Not even thinking of my safety I ran towards them.
"Leave him alone." I cried out. The group turned to me and began to laugh.
"Oh what do ya think you'll do to us? You're just a girl, a small one at that." The largest one laughed stepping forward.
"Well that is what I was thinkin'." I replied hooking my thumbs in my pockets. "Besides I wouldn't me by the way I look. I'm tougher then I look."
"Alright lil' missy, we warned ya." The big one responded as he swung at me.
Ducking I rammed my fist into his stomach causing him to double over. Another fist came at me, but I sidestepped and swept his feet out from under him. The others stood watching with awe in their eyes.
"Get her you idiots." The leader cried out. His words brought them into action.
The boys grabbed me and held me fast. The greaser forgotten for the moment by the group he began to call for help. The leader turned and hit the kid before turning back to me. He punched me over and over in the face and stomach until we heard pounding on the sidewalk and shouting. They dropped me kicking me for good measure and then running towards their car.
"Pony are you ok?" A masculine voice asked.
"Yeah Darry, I'm ok. Quit shaking me I'm ok." Pony responded quietly.
"Are you alright. Chey oh God are you ok?" Soda asked squatting down beside me.
"I'm ok Soda. I'm just a tad bit sore." I said with a weak smile. "Is this your brother?" I added.
"Yeah that's Ponyboy." He answered. "Are you sure you're ok?" He added looking me over for wounds.
I looked around at the small group that had gathered around us. I recognized Steve, Soda, and Dally. The others were a mystery to me. Getting up a felt a wave of dizziness, Steve caught me before I fell.
"You're obviously not ok cowgirl." Dally stated flicking his cigarette to the ground.
"Oh and where would ya get that idea?" I asked sarcastically still in Steve's arms.
"Let's take them back to the house to get them cleaned up." Darry said turning around and walking away.
Soda helped Pony up and followed Darry. Steve carried me into the Curtis' house and placed me on the couch. Darry appeared in the doorway with a bowl of water and a rag. Sitting down beside me he washed my cuts gently.
"Where're ya from Chey?" He asked dabbing at my arm which was bleeding.
"I came from Texas with my friend and her family." I whispered laying my head against the arm of the couch.
"Get some rest Chey." Darry responded getting up and turning out the lamp before leaving the room.
Nodding I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I slept restlessly as I drifted into the dream world.
Nightmare:
I was ten my mom was home for the night and we were watching a movie. She was telling me of her family. That was when her brother, Thomas came up. Mom told me that her brother had a son and his name was Steve. Shortly afterwards my dad came home and that was when I relived that god awful night. Three men busted in and shot my parents.
End of Nightmare
"Ahhh!" I screamed sitting up. My eyes adjusted and I remembered where I was. Soda and Steve came running through the screen door.
"Chey are you ok what happened?" Soda asked kneeling beside the couch.
"Nightmare. it was only a nightmare." I whispered. "Steve, do ya know if your dad had a sister?"
"What?" He questioned. "I. think so, but he never talked about her. Why do ya want to know?"
Still shaking I replied. "My mother told me once that she had a brother named. uh Thomas and that he had a son named Steve."
"My. my dad's name is Thomas. Does that mean we're cousins?" Steve stuttered uncertain.
Smiling I nodded. Steve pulled me into a gentle hug before laying me down. "Go to sleep we'll talk later, ok?" he whispered. "I'll stay with ya until ya fall asleep."
I smiled again and turned slowly over. Closing my eyes I slept.
*** Hey guys I'm back from Ireland. Here's another chapter. Sorry it took so long I was trying to get over jet lag. I'm trying to get another chapter for my other stories soon. R&R ***
"How do ya get to your house Chey?" Steve asked as we climbed into his car.
"Oh. um its two blocks west of the railroad tracks." I replied. I watched Steve frown as he started the car. "It's my friend's aunt's. house. really." I stammered suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
Steve shrugged indifferently as he pulled out into traffic. "Chey don't worry about Stevie here. Besides you shouldn't be walkin' all by your lonesome anyways." Soda replied turning in his seat.
"Um. Steve it's that big white house on the hill." I said quietly after a moment. Steve pulled up to the driveway and I got out. "Thanks for the lift. I'll see ya around." I smiled before Steve pulled away from the curb.
"Who was that?" Molly asked me as I closed the front door behind me. "Did you get a ride home from those East side greasers?" She added blocking the staircase.
"Yeah Molly I got a ride home from those greasers." I started to say. Pushing past her I turned. "Oh by the way their names are Steve and Sodapop." I added. She was just like her mom always judging the book by the cover.
Molly followed me up the stairs. "What the hell is your problem?" She asked. "I mean you've ignored me since forever."
"What are you talking about?" I asked turning to look at her.
"I'm talking about you associating yourself with that filth. You need to remember you're different from them." She replied haughtily
"Molly leave me alone. You never want to see past the cover. I'm goin' now." I replied going back down the stairs and out the door.
I guess I don't have any friends I thought as I walked silently down the road. Memories of my friendship with Molly were going through my mind. Had she always been that way? I tried to remember her actions. I suddenly realized that Molly was just a carbon copy of her parents. Shaking my head I looked up to see where I was.
"Want a bath greaser?" I heard. Looking around I saw a kid surrounded by five huge jocks. Not even thinking of my safety I ran towards them.
"Leave him alone." I cried out. The group turned to me and began to laugh.
"Oh what do ya think you'll do to us? You're just a girl, a small one at that." The largest one laughed stepping forward.
"Well that is what I was thinkin'." I replied hooking my thumbs in my pockets. "Besides I wouldn't me by the way I look. I'm tougher then I look."
"Alright lil' missy, we warned ya." The big one responded as he swung at me.
Ducking I rammed my fist into his stomach causing him to double over. Another fist came at me, but I sidestepped and swept his feet out from under him. The others stood watching with awe in their eyes.
"Get her you idiots." The leader cried out. His words brought them into action.
The boys grabbed me and held me fast. The greaser forgotten for the moment by the group he began to call for help. The leader turned and hit the kid before turning back to me. He punched me over and over in the face and stomach until we heard pounding on the sidewalk and shouting. They dropped me kicking me for good measure and then running towards their car.
"Pony are you ok?" A masculine voice asked.
"Yeah Darry, I'm ok. Quit shaking me I'm ok." Pony responded quietly.
"Are you alright. Chey oh God are you ok?" Soda asked squatting down beside me.
"I'm ok Soda. I'm just a tad bit sore." I said with a weak smile. "Is this your brother?" I added.
"Yeah that's Ponyboy." He answered. "Are you sure you're ok?" He added looking me over for wounds.
I looked around at the small group that had gathered around us. I recognized Steve, Soda, and Dally. The others were a mystery to me. Getting up a felt a wave of dizziness, Steve caught me before I fell.
"You're obviously not ok cowgirl." Dally stated flicking his cigarette to the ground.
"Oh and where would ya get that idea?" I asked sarcastically still in Steve's arms.
"Let's take them back to the house to get them cleaned up." Darry said turning around and walking away.
Soda helped Pony up and followed Darry. Steve carried me into the Curtis' house and placed me on the couch. Darry appeared in the doorway with a bowl of water and a rag. Sitting down beside me he washed my cuts gently.
"Where're ya from Chey?" He asked dabbing at my arm which was bleeding.
"I came from Texas with my friend and her family." I whispered laying my head against the arm of the couch.
"Get some rest Chey." Darry responded getting up and turning out the lamp before leaving the room.
Nodding I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I slept restlessly as I drifted into the dream world.
Nightmare:
I was ten my mom was home for the night and we were watching a movie. She was telling me of her family. That was when her brother, Thomas came up. Mom told me that her brother had a son and his name was Steve. Shortly afterwards my dad came home and that was when I relived that god awful night. Three men busted in and shot my parents.
End of Nightmare
"Ahhh!" I screamed sitting up. My eyes adjusted and I remembered where I was. Soda and Steve came running through the screen door.
"Chey are you ok what happened?" Soda asked kneeling beside the couch.
"Nightmare. it was only a nightmare." I whispered. "Steve, do ya know if your dad had a sister?"
"What?" He questioned. "I. think so, but he never talked about her. Why do ya want to know?"
Still shaking I replied. "My mother told me once that she had a brother named. uh Thomas and that he had a son named Steve."
"My. my dad's name is Thomas. Does that mean we're cousins?" Steve stuttered uncertain.
Smiling I nodded. Steve pulled me into a gentle hug before laying me down. "Go to sleep we'll talk later, ok?" he whispered. "I'll stay with ya until ya fall asleep."
I smiled again and turned slowly over. Closing my eyes I slept.
*** Hey guys I'm back from Ireland. Here's another chapter. Sorry it took so long I was trying to get over jet lag. I'm trying to get another chapter for my other stories soon. R&R ***