Ok this story seems to be going a little slow, and I'm gonna try to make it as exciting as I can without making it too impersonal. What I'm TRYING to do is, make you see exactly how Lexa's feeling and dealing with things, because in later chapters her views on things are pretty much the whole thing...lol. Thanks 2 ElfPilot, ???? (lol that's what it said and I'm wondering is ???? the same person the reviews every ch??), and Angel02 for letting me known what they thought of my last chapter, ya'll r gr8t! After the next two chapters I'm going to try something a little different and once in a while throw in Two-Bit, Dally's, Soda's ,Steve's, Johnny's or Pony's POV in for a lil 'spice..' Darry's the only POV I'm not gonna do, cuz he's kinda scary...hehe.. :-). I own Lexa, and that's about all. So if u sue, you'll get less then nothin'. Well here ya go, i hope u like the chapter. REVIEW! 0u+z, Daze.
So there we were walking towards the Curtis place, Two-Bit clouded in his usual ring of smoke. (Smokin has to be the most disgusting habit of them all.......I've been trying to get the guys to quite for ages, but so far non of em have really listened to me other then Soda, and he doesn't' smoke that often anyway....) I don't think I can recall a time my hands shook so fiercely, and my hands felt so clammy. 'This is really stupid, I mean for Pete's sake, this is TWO-BIT!' I thought dully, hiding my shaking hands deep in my back pockets. No matter how hard i tried to tell myself I was acting like all those twits in my neighbor hood that I took such pride in standing apart from. Nothing slowed the beating of my heart, and the shaking of my hands.
"So this guy walks into a bar with a dog under one arm and a sausage under the other...." Two-Bit chattered freely, telling a joke he's told at least a thousand times before. My eyes trailed after a freshly paint blue Mustang that was pulling out from the abandon lot where we hung around. "Hey, Two-Bit, what are socs doing this far east? Aren't they outta their turf?" I cut poor Two-Bit off, just before he delivered his punch line, my finger direction his gaze towards the car. "Yeah Wonder what....." That's when we saw them. Soda, Pony, and Steve running in a mad dash towards a bump in the lot. We were close enough that i could make out something slung over Steve's shoulder, Johnny's only jacket. Johnny....the idea must have struck Two-Bit at the same time, because he grabbed my hand and we sprinted towards were the small group was huddled. "Please God, don't let it be Johnny. Please God Don't Let It Be Johnny...please god....." My feet pounded this rhythm on the ground and it seem impossible that what had could have been a few feet a minute ago, now seemed like a thousand long pain staking mile. I heard a moan, low and full of agony, and my heart throbbed. I came up short behind Soda who had fallen to his knees with Steve beside him. Two-Bit was still clutching my hand, and I let out a small yelp. I felt my self begin to swagger, and leaned into Two-Bit to keep from keeling over from the site. He held me close, his face cold as stone no emotion readable in his beautiful gray eyes. "Johnny..." his name slid over my lips in a horse whisper, and I was sure he was dead. He had to be, no one could have been beaten that bad and survived.
I'd seen Johnny pretty roughed up before, his dad was a raging alcoholic and took it out on sweet Johnny. Turning him from a once care free child, into a jumpy young man with a few wacks of his belt. I'd even seen in old men beat him, while I stood there helpless not knowing exactly what to do, But seeing him the way he was laying there, blood crusted all over his young face which was twisted in agony, nearly made me sick. 'please let him be alive, I'll do anything just let him be alive.' I prayed silently to any god i thought would listen. Soda held him gently to his chest, his 'mother goose' instinks taking over, brushing straw strand of black hair from Johnny's battered face. "Johnny...Johnnycake?" Soda gave the limp body a slight shake, and Johnny let out a groan. "Soda?" He was alive, o thank every god i heaven he's alive. I thought giddily, leaning closer to Two-Bit. "There...there was a whole bunch of 'em....a blue Mustang full..." I heard Two-Bit let out a muffled curse, as Johnny went on against Soda's orders. "I was so scared...stupid filthy...." He broke down into tears, the ran don his cheeks like flowing rivers, and I nearly started sobbing myself. He didn't deserve this, and it wouldn't have been so bad if it had been anyone other then Johnny, but Johnny was the gangs pet, and we felt an obligation to keep him from experiencing more pain then he already had.
Looking around silently i noticed the whole gang had flocked to the lot. Darry, Dally, Soda, Steve, Pony, Two-Bit, me...all drawn as if by a force. I looked at their faces, hoping to find the strength the right thing to say in their eyes, bt it was no help. Two-bit was beside me his comical grin gone with out a trace, and his gray eyes cold and stromy with emotions, his arm was around my waist, for his comfert as much as mine I guess. Pony was on the other side of Two bit, looking horrified, and I was greatful Johnny couldn't see the repulsed look in Pony's child-like eyes. Steve was next to Soda, his face drained of emotion, much like the look he wore when he told us his father had kicked him out...again. Soda was gently rocking Johnny's sobbing body, muttering soothing words into his ear, tears brimming in his own eyes. Darry stood behind me, a stern look on his face, a look that told us everything would be alright, but his eyes...in his eyes were fear. My cousin was next to me, he was turned away but from what i could see of his face he look....sick? I understood, because Johnny was Dally's pet, the little brother he'd never had even though they were almost the same age, I know what it was like to see someone who was family looking the way Johnny did. 'Mama...' I thought dully remembering images from lifetimes ago "We have to get him inside, i heard Darry whisper to no one imperticular, but nodded anyways. Getting him inside with causing more pain was going to be hard, but we had to do it. Darry knelt down next to Soda, pushing me gently to the side, and Two-Bit released me from his embrace to help. Dally's eyes were glazed over, and fixed on a tree down the road. It hurt to see him looking like that, but i know better then to disturb him. "Johnny, buddy we're gonna have to lift you up. We're gonna try not to hurt you, alright buddy?" Darry's voice was as if he was talking to a very young child. He slid his arms under Johnny's back and legs and as gently as he could lifted him up. Johnny yelped in pain, and I filched. A look of guilty and terror crossed Darry's face for a brief second then disappeared. Our small group made it's way slowly across the street and to the Curtis boy's home. I opened the door, allowing Darry with a nearly limp Johnny inside.
Suddenly I felt someone shaking my shoulders, and Steve's face appeared before me. "Breath Lexa, breath." I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath, and as I exhaled I heard a shrill cry come from the Curtis spear bedroom, and Darry came running out eyes wide with horror.
So there we were walking towards the Curtis place, Two-Bit clouded in his usual ring of smoke. (Smokin has to be the most disgusting habit of them all.......I've been trying to get the guys to quite for ages, but so far non of em have really listened to me other then Soda, and he doesn't' smoke that often anyway....) I don't think I can recall a time my hands shook so fiercely, and my hands felt so clammy. 'This is really stupid, I mean for Pete's sake, this is TWO-BIT!' I thought dully, hiding my shaking hands deep in my back pockets. No matter how hard i tried to tell myself I was acting like all those twits in my neighbor hood that I took such pride in standing apart from. Nothing slowed the beating of my heart, and the shaking of my hands.
"So this guy walks into a bar with a dog under one arm and a sausage under the other...." Two-Bit chattered freely, telling a joke he's told at least a thousand times before. My eyes trailed after a freshly paint blue Mustang that was pulling out from the abandon lot where we hung around. "Hey, Two-Bit, what are socs doing this far east? Aren't they outta their turf?" I cut poor Two-Bit off, just before he delivered his punch line, my finger direction his gaze towards the car. "Yeah Wonder what....." That's when we saw them. Soda, Pony, and Steve running in a mad dash towards a bump in the lot. We were close enough that i could make out something slung over Steve's shoulder, Johnny's only jacket. Johnny....the idea must have struck Two-Bit at the same time, because he grabbed my hand and we sprinted towards were the small group was huddled. "Please God, don't let it be Johnny. Please God Don't Let It Be Johnny...please god....." My feet pounded this rhythm on the ground and it seem impossible that what had could have been a few feet a minute ago, now seemed like a thousand long pain staking mile. I heard a moan, low and full of agony, and my heart throbbed. I came up short behind Soda who had fallen to his knees with Steve beside him. Two-Bit was still clutching my hand, and I let out a small yelp. I felt my self begin to swagger, and leaned into Two-Bit to keep from keeling over from the site. He held me close, his face cold as stone no emotion readable in his beautiful gray eyes. "Johnny..." his name slid over my lips in a horse whisper, and I was sure he was dead. He had to be, no one could have been beaten that bad and survived.
I'd seen Johnny pretty roughed up before, his dad was a raging alcoholic and took it out on sweet Johnny. Turning him from a once care free child, into a jumpy young man with a few wacks of his belt. I'd even seen in old men beat him, while I stood there helpless not knowing exactly what to do, But seeing him the way he was laying there, blood crusted all over his young face which was twisted in agony, nearly made me sick. 'please let him be alive, I'll do anything just let him be alive.' I prayed silently to any god i thought would listen. Soda held him gently to his chest, his 'mother goose' instinks taking over, brushing straw strand of black hair from Johnny's battered face. "Johnny...Johnnycake?" Soda gave the limp body a slight shake, and Johnny let out a groan. "Soda?" He was alive, o thank every god i heaven he's alive. I thought giddily, leaning closer to Two-Bit. "There...there was a whole bunch of 'em....a blue Mustang full..." I heard Two-Bit let out a muffled curse, as Johnny went on against Soda's orders. "I was so scared...stupid filthy...." He broke down into tears, the ran don his cheeks like flowing rivers, and I nearly started sobbing myself. He didn't deserve this, and it wouldn't have been so bad if it had been anyone other then Johnny, but Johnny was the gangs pet, and we felt an obligation to keep him from experiencing more pain then he already had.
Looking around silently i noticed the whole gang had flocked to the lot. Darry, Dally, Soda, Steve, Pony, Two-Bit, me...all drawn as if by a force. I looked at their faces, hoping to find the strength the right thing to say in their eyes, bt it was no help. Two-bit was beside me his comical grin gone with out a trace, and his gray eyes cold and stromy with emotions, his arm was around my waist, for his comfert as much as mine I guess. Pony was on the other side of Two bit, looking horrified, and I was greatful Johnny couldn't see the repulsed look in Pony's child-like eyes. Steve was next to Soda, his face drained of emotion, much like the look he wore when he told us his father had kicked him out...again. Soda was gently rocking Johnny's sobbing body, muttering soothing words into his ear, tears brimming in his own eyes. Darry stood behind me, a stern look on his face, a look that told us everything would be alright, but his eyes...in his eyes were fear. My cousin was next to me, he was turned away but from what i could see of his face he look....sick? I understood, because Johnny was Dally's pet, the little brother he'd never had even though they were almost the same age, I know what it was like to see someone who was family looking the way Johnny did. 'Mama...' I thought dully remembering images from lifetimes ago "We have to get him inside, i heard Darry whisper to no one imperticular, but nodded anyways. Getting him inside with causing more pain was going to be hard, but we had to do it. Darry knelt down next to Soda, pushing me gently to the side, and Two-Bit released me from his embrace to help. Dally's eyes were glazed over, and fixed on a tree down the road. It hurt to see him looking like that, but i know better then to disturb him. "Johnny, buddy we're gonna have to lift you up. We're gonna try not to hurt you, alright buddy?" Darry's voice was as if he was talking to a very young child. He slid his arms under Johnny's back and legs and as gently as he could lifted him up. Johnny yelped in pain, and I filched. A look of guilty and terror crossed Darry's face for a brief second then disappeared. Our small group made it's way slowly across the street and to the Curtis boy's home. I opened the door, allowing Darry with a nearly limp Johnny inside.
Suddenly I felt someone shaking my shoulders, and Steve's face appeared before me. "Breath Lexa, breath." I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath, and as I exhaled I heard a shrill cry come from the Curtis spear bedroom, and Darry came running out eyes wide with horror.