~Chapter 33~ Chapter 33! Yay! Wow..I can't believe I've made it to chapter 33! Ok..thanks for all the reviews everyone! I only own the people that you don't recognize. Everyone else belongs to S.E. Hinton! Here's the story.
(****Riley's POV****)
I left Two-Bit standing on Buck Merril's front porch with his mouth hanging wide open and a serious look of confusion in his eyes. He would probably go and blab to Soda about what my plans were, but I didn't really care. Sodapop couldn't make me stay if I didn't want to.
When I walked in Buck's door, I was surprised not to find hungover girls. Especially since Buck has a party every night. "Buck!" I called up the steps and into the other rooms. I stood there, bored, waiting for Buck to show. After about fifteen minutes he finally came down the stairs clad only in a pair of black colored jeans and tennis shoes. He was rubbing his eyes and trying to fix his hair, so I'm guessing he had just waken up. His eyes were bloodshot too, basically meaning he probably had a hangover.
"Hey Riley." He said this in a tired, groggy voice, and he seemed to drawl out every syllable of it making it seem like it took an effort to say hey to me. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Hey yourself," I said and then added, "bastard." He looked confused and then he yawned. "Merril, I wanna talk to you..now!" He sat down at the bottom of his steps.
"I'm listening."
"Why the hell did you fuckin take my little sister!?" I screamed this at him and he jumped a little, startled. He obviously hadn't known what I was going to talk to him about. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "Buck Merril how could you have done something like that to her? She's thirteen for crying outloud and you're like what in your mid twenties! That's just sick! And you are such a fuckin bastard! I hope you go to jail…better yet…I hope someone gets a fuckin gun and points it right at your head. And then you know what I hope they do with it? I hope they pull the trigger." I stopped and waited to see if he was going to say something but he didn't so I went on. "Then for that split second that you're alive you will understand what it feels like to have someone hurt you. Like you hurt Daphne. I can't believe you raped her and then beat her." He still didn't say anything. "Dallas took advantage of me when I was drunk..but I can forget that and forgive him because I didn't try to stop him..and theres not that much of an age difference between me and him. But what you did to Daphne, she's never going to forget that..let a lone forgive you for it."
That was true. I could forgive Dally for what he did. Sure, it would take time but I would forgive him. I mean I was already missing him. And I could forget what he did to me. It was no big deal, I was upset and we were both drunk. Daphne though, she would not forgive Buck for what he did. There was no way she could forgive him. She wouldn't forget it either. Infact she would probably be scarred for life, because of it. And it was all Buck's fault. Buck would pay for it.
I would do something to Buck. He could not get away with raping and beating my little sister. A lot of thoughts passed through my mind right about then: I could get a gun and kill him myself. I could get somebody else to kill him if I paid them. I could call the cops and he would get sent to jail. I could borrow someone's blade and use it on him. I could do just about anything to him. Anything that would hurt him.
They all seemed appealing. Every single one of the ideas seemed appealing. Just how satisfying it would be to see Buck locked up behind bars, or to see his lifeless body laying on the ground with a bullet hole right through his head or to see a blade just stuck into him and then see him writh with pain. Most people would think that was morbid to even be thinking something like that, but not me. It was a very satisfying thought and if someone had hurt your little sister you would think it was a satisfying thought too.
I pulled myself back to reality and realized that Buck hadn't talked for a long time. In fact he hadn't said a word since I had told him off. I couldn't even hear him moving around or anything. The only thing I could hear was my light breathing and my heart pounding with energy. The energy wanted to take Buck by the neck and strangle him. But I wouldn't do that. I would have to stay calm and be rational.
I looked to the side where Buck had been sitting and he wasn't there. No wonder he hadn't said anything. Standing up and getting off the step I heard a noise that sounded like metal hitting against metal coming from the room that had a couple of pool tables in it. That's probably where Buck was. But why would he be playing pool or getting something out of that room when I was in here screaming at him about Daphne. That just didn't make sense.
Walking toward the room where the noise came from I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head where something jabbed me,hard. A piece of metal it felt like. I whipped around and saw Buck standing there with a smirk on his face. Point blank, right in front of me was a sawed off shotgun. It was pointed straight at my head.
I felt my eyes grow big and my heart began to race. He was going to shoot me. "Buck," I half whispered and half whimpered. "please, don't do it."
"Say another word about Daphne and I will do it." I nodded my head to agree. I was scared out of my wits. I guess I didn't really want to die afterall, otherwise I would have been happy when Buck whipped out that gun. Instead I was afraid and shocked. I was frightened with the thought that I'd never get to see Daphne again, or Soda again, or Carmen again. I'd never get to feel Soda's soft lips against mine and his warm arms wrapped around my body. I'd never get to talk to Dally again. To tell Dally that I forgave him and that I loved him..but only as a friend. Then I thought of Daphne. Daphne, my little sister that Buck messed with.
That's when I decided that I didn't care if I died or not. I had to say one more thing to him. Just four more words to him, and I didn't care if he shot me or not. "Buck, go to hell."
The next thing I knew I was laying on the ground and my chest was hurting and aching. I had to fight to keep my eyes open and vaguely I saw Two-Bit standing above me. He put his hand on my chest and when he removed it I saw that it was covered with blood.
It hurt to think and it hurt to even breathe. With every breath I took it got harder.
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