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*** Chey's POV. ***
"Come on guys lets do somethin'." Two-Bit whined as we sat around the living room after supper.
"Matthews if ya don't stop whinin' I'm goin' to pop ya one." Dally warned rising a little for emphasis.
Two-Bit shied away from Dally, but continued to whine about being bored. I smiled as I watched Dally's facial expression become dangerous. "Um. Two- Bit I'd stop if I was you." I replied getting out of Dally's way.
"Matthews that's it you're goin' to get it." Dally shouted jumping off the couch and rushing towards a laughing Two-Bit.
Two-Bit jumped up and ran out the door with Dally hot on his heels. I got up and ran out the door to find Dally tackle Two-Bit to the ground. "We better stop him." Darry stated leaping off the porch and running down the street to help the struggling Two-Bit.
Darry easily pulled Dally onto his feet and guided back towards the house. Squatting down besides Two-Bit I smiled. "Ya shouldn't have made him made Two-Bit." I replied helping him to his feet.
"I got to go home anyhow. Take care kid." He shrugged as he started home.
Waving I turned to head back inside. "Chey?" I froze as I heard my friend call me.
Turning I found myself face to face with Molly. She stood there with a shocked look on her face. Looking at her I truly realized that we were different. She was dressed in her usual outfit: white blouse ankle length skirt and her hair pulled up with a ribbon. "What are ya doin' here Molly?" I questioned recovering from my shock.
"I. I. I was looking for you Chey. Aunt Carrie told me about what Daddy did to you. Are you ok?" She asked stepping closer.
"Why would you care huh? Ever since we got her you've been ignoring me." I shouted. "Besides ya already have new friends. those soc girls ya met at the club or wherever you went." I spat.
"Well I wouldn't be talking Chey. You obviously made friends with those filth." She shouted gesturing behind me.
Glancing behind me I saw the gang standing there. I faced Molly rage building up inside me. She didn't know these people I thought.
"Come you're coming home with me." Molly stated grabbing my wrist as she pulled me along behind her. "Look at you when we get home I'm going to dress you proper." She added.
I pulled my wrist away and stood my ground. "I ain't goin' with ya Molly."
"What. wait are you telling me you're staying here with these greasers?" she retorted.
"Yeah as a matter of fact I am." I answered looking at my one time friend.
"Not if I have anything say about it. You are not staying here with these low lives."
That was the last straw. Without warning my hand curled up into a fist and I punched her in the face. I could hear the guys laughing behind me. "Why the hell did you do that?" She yelled holding her cheek.
"Don't you ever call my cousin and his friends that ever again." I answered her stunned question.
"Your. your cousin?" Molly murmured looking over my shoulder at the laughing boys.
"Yeah my cousin. now I suggest you leave." I said.
"Ok. I'll leave, but don't think you can crawl back to me if those hoods do something to you." She replied turning on her heel and storming away.
Walking up onto the porch the guys clapped me on the shoulder. "Hey who was that?" Steve asked looking in the direction that Molly took.
"Oh that was my so called friend Molly. The reason I punched her was because she was calling ya names." I replied.
"That was some right hook cowgirl." Dally commented smothering his cigarette butt under his shoe.
"She was supposed to be my friend." I said sadly plopping down on the couch.
Steve sat down beside me, but remained silent for a moment. "Who needs someone like that when ya got us anyways?" He replied cracking a grin.
We sat there for the rest of the night laughing, joking, and playing poker in which both Steve and Soda were cheating horribly.
"If its ok with you guys I'm goin' to crash on your couch." Steve said pushing Dally off and lying down on the couch.
"I'll be back in the mornin'." Dally replied pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
"Alright see ya later Dal." Darry called as Dally left the house. "Ok time to hit the sack guys." He said turning back to us. "Johnny you can sleep on the floor in Soda and Pony's room, Chey take my bed I'll take the chair."
"No Dar I'll take the chair I'm smaller." I immediately responded.
Darry shrugged not wanting to argue. Everybody got ready for bed and the lights were turned out. I didn't know how long I slept, but I woke in a cold sweat.
"Jesus." I whispered trying to rid the memories from my mind.
"Chey. is that you?" Steve asked sleepily.
Looking in his direction I could just make out his form propped up on the couch. "Yeah Steve it's me. I. I had a bad dream I stammered.
"Come here." Came the response after a moment. "What was the dream about?" He asked as I settled down beside him on the couch.
"The same dream as the last one." I replied simply.
Steve pulled me closely and whispered sleepily. "Yer safe here with us Chey. don't worry we'll take care of ya." His breathing evened and I knew he had fallen asleep.
"Night Steve." I whispered before drifting off to sleep for the second time that night.
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*** Chey's POV. ***
"Come on guys lets do somethin'." Two-Bit whined as we sat around the living room after supper.
"Matthews if ya don't stop whinin' I'm goin' to pop ya one." Dally warned rising a little for emphasis.
Two-Bit shied away from Dally, but continued to whine about being bored. I smiled as I watched Dally's facial expression become dangerous. "Um. Two- Bit I'd stop if I was you." I replied getting out of Dally's way.
"Matthews that's it you're goin' to get it." Dally shouted jumping off the couch and rushing towards a laughing Two-Bit.
Two-Bit jumped up and ran out the door with Dally hot on his heels. I got up and ran out the door to find Dally tackle Two-Bit to the ground. "We better stop him." Darry stated leaping off the porch and running down the street to help the struggling Two-Bit.
Darry easily pulled Dally onto his feet and guided back towards the house. Squatting down besides Two-Bit I smiled. "Ya shouldn't have made him made Two-Bit." I replied helping him to his feet.
"I got to go home anyhow. Take care kid." He shrugged as he started home.
Waving I turned to head back inside. "Chey?" I froze as I heard my friend call me.
Turning I found myself face to face with Molly. She stood there with a shocked look on her face. Looking at her I truly realized that we were different. She was dressed in her usual outfit: white blouse ankle length skirt and her hair pulled up with a ribbon. "What are ya doin' here Molly?" I questioned recovering from my shock.
"I. I. I was looking for you Chey. Aunt Carrie told me about what Daddy did to you. Are you ok?" She asked stepping closer.
"Why would you care huh? Ever since we got her you've been ignoring me." I shouted. "Besides ya already have new friends. those soc girls ya met at the club or wherever you went." I spat.
"Well I wouldn't be talking Chey. You obviously made friends with those filth." She shouted gesturing behind me.
Glancing behind me I saw the gang standing there. I faced Molly rage building up inside me. She didn't know these people I thought.
"Come you're coming home with me." Molly stated grabbing my wrist as she pulled me along behind her. "Look at you when we get home I'm going to dress you proper." She added.
I pulled my wrist away and stood my ground. "I ain't goin' with ya Molly."
"What. wait are you telling me you're staying here with these greasers?" she retorted.
"Yeah as a matter of fact I am." I answered looking at my one time friend.
"Not if I have anything say about it. You are not staying here with these low lives."
That was the last straw. Without warning my hand curled up into a fist and I punched her in the face. I could hear the guys laughing behind me. "Why the hell did you do that?" She yelled holding her cheek.
"Don't you ever call my cousin and his friends that ever again." I answered her stunned question.
"Your. your cousin?" Molly murmured looking over my shoulder at the laughing boys.
"Yeah my cousin. now I suggest you leave." I said.
"Ok. I'll leave, but don't think you can crawl back to me if those hoods do something to you." She replied turning on her heel and storming away.
Walking up onto the porch the guys clapped me on the shoulder. "Hey who was that?" Steve asked looking in the direction that Molly took.
"Oh that was my so called friend Molly. The reason I punched her was because she was calling ya names." I replied.
"That was some right hook cowgirl." Dally commented smothering his cigarette butt under his shoe.
"She was supposed to be my friend." I said sadly plopping down on the couch.
Steve sat down beside me, but remained silent for a moment. "Who needs someone like that when ya got us anyways?" He replied cracking a grin.
We sat there for the rest of the night laughing, joking, and playing poker in which both Steve and Soda were cheating horribly.
"If its ok with you guys I'm goin' to crash on your couch." Steve said pushing Dally off and lying down on the couch.
"I'll be back in the mornin'." Dally replied pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
"Alright see ya later Dal." Darry called as Dally left the house. "Ok time to hit the sack guys." He said turning back to us. "Johnny you can sleep on the floor in Soda and Pony's room, Chey take my bed I'll take the chair."
"No Dar I'll take the chair I'm smaller." I immediately responded.
Darry shrugged not wanting to argue. Everybody got ready for bed and the lights were turned out. I didn't know how long I slept, but I woke in a cold sweat.
"Jesus." I whispered trying to rid the memories from my mind.
"Chey. is that you?" Steve asked sleepily.
Looking in his direction I could just make out his form propped up on the couch. "Yeah Steve it's me. I. I had a bad dream I stammered.
"Come here." Came the response after a moment. "What was the dream about?" He asked as I settled down beside him on the couch.
"The same dream as the last one." I replied simply.
Steve pulled me closely and whispered sleepily. "Yer safe here with us Chey. don't worry we'll take care of ya." His breathing evened and I knew he had fallen asleep.
"Night Steve." I whispered before drifting off to sleep for the second time that night.
*** Hey there ya go. I seem to always end chapters at the end of the day. I couldn't tell ya the exact reason, but it feels final for a chapter I guess. Please Review tell me how I'm doin'. ***