Ok this chapter is very intense. So if you have heart problems,
asthma, or are pregnant this chapter is not for you. Thank you. And please
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Beverly-Reigh's POV
After a good 15 minute walk we arrived at a beat up looking diner with yet another spray-painted sign and you could just see the words "The Dingo" in black and red chipped paint. Inside, the rooms were much nicer but the air was filled with cigarette smoke and the booths had old vinyl cushions with stuffing coming out of cracks and cuts.
We all packed into a booth but had to bring two extra chairs so we could at least breathe. I, again, was sitting between Dallas and Johnny. All of us ordered cokes, except Dallas, who ordered a beer. I hate beer. Alcohol can make good people do bad things and I hated it. I would never ever marry an alcoholic.
Soda and Shannon had stopped conversing but now Shannon was listening intently to Ponyboy who was evidently telling her an interesting story. Soda was playing cards with Steve, but it kept being interrupted because neither of them could go a game without cheating.
The waitress who took our orders was wearing a skirt too short for her legs, and a revealing shirt. She had bitter feelings toward Dallas who was talking rather rudely to her. She looked like she was going to smack him but she didn't. That surprised me. I would never let a guy get away with saying that kind of stuff to me.
Our cokes didn't come for about 15 minutes even though the place wasn't at all packed. During that 15 minutes I wasn't talking much. I would occasionally laugh at Two-Bit's jokes or agree with Soda on something bizarre and off topic but I didn't try to talk to Johnny again. I figured it was his turn to start a conversation if he wanted to. And, I definitely wasn't about to talk to Dallas. I wasn't too thrilled about how he handled that poor waitress. I also didn't like how none of the guys told him to shut his trap. It looked to me like everyone was terrified of him. I definitely wasn't scared of him. All he was was a smart ass hood with a bad attitude. His feelings were bitter and hateful toward everything. But there was something else there. I couldn't really tell what it was, but it might have been fear. I don't know what he would have to be afraid of, but that small insignificant feeling was definitely fear.
Soon after we got our drinks we were all finished. We all started digging through our pockets for money but Dallas stopped my hand while I was digging through my purse.
"Don't worry, babe, I got it." Dallas stated.
"I can handle it. .20 cents is within my budget." I replied.
But Dallas wouldn't let me and his grip on my wrist was starting to hurt. After paying for our drinks we started getting up, but when I slid out of the booth and stood up I slipped and stumbled but didn't fall because of Johnny's arm that grabbed me to hold me up. But, the second he touched me my world went black. I felt like was falling and falling and falling. Suddenly I was standing in a dimly lit room watching a scene unfolding before my eyes. A tall, broad-shouldered man was standing over a small boy who was in a crumpled heap at his feet. The big man smelled strongly of liquor and smoke and his eyes were wild. Suddenly, he brought his foot back and kicked the heap into the wall. The small child looked up with fear in his small dark eyes. I realized he wasn't quite a child and I had a feeling I'd seen him before. The drunken man walked over to the bloody and bruised boy and yelled and cussed at him for a long time. He said the kid was "a piece of worthless shit" and a "no good waste of life". I started to sob and wanted to get out of there before the man saw me and turned his anger upon me. But, I couldn't move my legs. I was stuck watching this horrible, brutal beating and I couldn't run away. But, I couldn't help the young boy either. Then the picture was gone and I saw a dim light that was growing brighter and brighter until I was engulfed in light and I could here voices telling me to wake up. As my world came into focus I saw Shannon leaning over me sobbing her eyes out. The rest of the guys just stood around me and so was the rest of the small diner.
"Beverly-Reigh! Bev-oh thank God! You just blacked out and I was so scared and you weren't waking up!" Shannon sobbed, her voice quivering noticeably. "Beverly-Reigh, what happened?!"
"I'm okay, I'm okay!" I said, slowly trying to sit up. But my head hurt real bad and I had to lie down again. Then I saw a small dark eyed boy out of the corner of my eye and suddenly, I knew who the crumbling heap of blood and bruises was. "Johnny!" I gasped. He looked surprised and then confused.
"What?" he asked. I stared at him for a moment before mumbling, "nothing."
"We called an ambulance." Soda said as we could all already hear the sirens getting closer and closer. Before I knew it I was in an ambulance, under the whirring siren, and heading towards the hospital. I had to go alone since no one at The Dingo was family and Shannon had to get to the home and tell Aunt Elaine what happened.
I wasn't scared. The scary part was already over. But the doctors wanted to make sure I was okay, so they made me stay the night. I hate hospitals. They're always so depressing. Especially the doctors with their fake smiles and hurting hearts. My doctor was sad because his wife had left him and wouldn't let him see his baby daughter. Of course, he hadn't told me this, I just knew.
Anyway, the doctor asked me strange questions about what had happened at the diner and stuff.
"Beverly-Reigh, what's the last thing you remember before you blacked out?" Dr. Henders asked.
I though for a while before answering, "I slipped and my friend caught me."
"Why'd you slip?" the doctor questioned.
"Two-Bit had spilt his soda on the floor." I replied.
"Beverly-Reigh, do you remember if your drink tasted funny at all?" he asked.
"No. It tasted fine." I said sincerely. It seemed funny what he was implying with that question.
"Has this ever happened before? Passing out I mean." Dr. Henders inquired all the time scribbling notes on his notepad.
"A couple times. When I was little." I answered. The doc looked up at me as if reading something written on my face.
"Do you remember if anything specific happened that started these episodes?" he asked.
"Ummm." I thought about maybe not telling him about Reese, but I figured I had to. "My brother died when I was 5. I guess that's when I started have 'episodes.'" I replied, emphasizing episodes. I didn't really think any doctors could ever diagnose what I had. It wasn't a sickness or anything. It was just something beyond medical technology. But heck if they'd believe something like that. I hate how doctors have to be so logical. But I also know I'm not the only one who could do what I did. I just hadn't met anyone else who could.
Dr. Henders left the room and soon Aunt Elaine came in looking furious.
"Beverly-Reigh Laurel Charmant, what the hell did you think you were doing?!" she bellowed. My name is a real mouthful there isn't it?
I only sighed and said, "You wouldn't have let us go if we'd told you the truth."
"Exactly!" she screeched. "And then you wouldn't be here! You'd be safe at home which is, by the way, where you will be confined to, as is Shannon, for the remainder of the summer!" Aunt Elaine stated. That really was rather harsh, but her first statement made me wonder. 'If I hadn't been with the guys, but instead at home, would I have blacked out? Was it Johnny's touch that sent me into visions of his cruel beatings by that big, drunk man?' I didn't know, but I was curious now. I wanted to find the meaning of my vision. And, the key to that door was Johnny Cade. But, oh yeah! I was grounded.
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Ok here is chapter 7! I hope you like it! A bit gory but it will do. I'm just trying to make some more important plot lines. Please review! I like your reviews and some of them so give me inspiration so maybe if you gave me some ideas you might see them in later chapters with a special credit to you! Ok well bye now!
~E~
Beverly-Reigh's POV
After a good 15 minute walk we arrived at a beat up looking diner with yet another spray-painted sign and you could just see the words "The Dingo" in black and red chipped paint. Inside, the rooms were much nicer but the air was filled with cigarette smoke and the booths had old vinyl cushions with stuffing coming out of cracks and cuts.
We all packed into a booth but had to bring two extra chairs so we could at least breathe. I, again, was sitting between Dallas and Johnny. All of us ordered cokes, except Dallas, who ordered a beer. I hate beer. Alcohol can make good people do bad things and I hated it. I would never ever marry an alcoholic.
Soda and Shannon had stopped conversing but now Shannon was listening intently to Ponyboy who was evidently telling her an interesting story. Soda was playing cards with Steve, but it kept being interrupted because neither of them could go a game without cheating.
The waitress who took our orders was wearing a skirt too short for her legs, and a revealing shirt. She had bitter feelings toward Dallas who was talking rather rudely to her. She looked like she was going to smack him but she didn't. That surprised me. I would never let a guy get away with saying that kind of stuff to me.
Our cokes didn't come for about 15 minutes even though the place wasn't at all packed. During that 15 minutes I wasn't talking much. I would occasionally laugh at Two-Bit's jokes or agree with Soda on something bizarre and off topic but I didn't try to talk to Johnny again. I figured it was his turn to start a conversation if he wanted to. And, I definitely wasn't about to talk to Dallas. I wasn't too thrilled about how he handled that poor waitress. I also didn't like how none of the guys told him to shut his trap. It looked to me like everyone was terrified of him. I definitely wasn't scared of him. All he was was a smart ass hood with a bad attitude. His feelings were bitter and hateful toward everything. But there was something else there. I couldn't really tell what it was, but it might have been fear. I don't know what he would have to be afraid of, but that small insignificant feeling was definitely fear.
Soon after we got our drinks we were all finished. We all started digging through our pockets for money but Dallas stopped my hand while I was digging through my purse.
"Don't worry, babe, I got it." Dallas stated.
"I can handle it. .20 cents is within my budget." I replied.
But Dallas wouldn't let me and his grip on my wrist was starting to hurt. After paying for our drinks we started getting up, but when I slid out of the booth and stood up I slipped and stumbled but didn't fall because of Johnny's arm that grabbed me to hold me up. But, the second he touched me my world went black. I felt like was falling and falling and falling. Suddenly I was standing in a dimly lit room watching a scene unfolding before my eyes. A tall, broad-shouldered man was standing over a small boy who was in a crumpled heap at his feet. The big man smelled strongly of liquor and smoke and his eyes were wild. Suddenly, he brought his foot back and kicked the heap into the wall. The small child looked up with fear in his small dark eyes. I realized he wasn't quite a child and I had a feeling I'd seen him before. The drunken man walked over to the bloody and bruised boy and yelled and cussed at him for a long time. He said the kid was "a piece of worthless shit" and a "no good waste of life". I started to sob and wanted to get out of there before the man saw me and turned his anger upon me. But, I couldn't move my legs. I was stuck watching this horrible, brutal beating and I couldn't run away. But, I couldn't help the young boy either. Then the picture was gone and I saw a dim light that was growing brighter and brighter until I was engulfed in light and I could here voices telling me to wake up. As my world came into focus I saw Shannon leaning over me sobbing her eyes out. The rest of the guys just stood around me and so was the rest of the small diner.
"Beverly-Reigh! Bev-oh thank God! You just blacked out and I was so scared and you weren't waking up!" Shannon sobbed, her voice quivering noticeably. "Beverly-Reigh, what happened?!"
"I'm okay, I'm okay!" I said, slowly trying to sit up. But my head hurt real bad and I had to lie down again. Then I saw a small dark eyed boy out of the corner of my eye and suddenly, I knew who the crumbling heap of blood and bruises was. "Johnny!" I gasped. He looked surprised and then confused.
"What?" he asked. I stared at him for a moment before mumbling, "nothing."
"We called an ambulance." Soda said as we could all already hear the sirens getting closer and closer. Before I knew it I was in an ambulance, under the whirring siren, and heading towards the hospital. I had to go alone since no one at The Dingo was family and Shannon had to get to the home and tell Aunt Elaine what happened.
I wasn't scared. The scary part was already over. But the doctors wanted to make sure I was okay, so they made me stay the night. I hate hospitals. They're always so depressing. Especially the doctors with their fake smiles and hurting hearts. My doctor was sad because his wife had left him and wouldn't let him see his baby daughter. Of course, he hadn't told me this, I just knew.
Anyway, the doctor asked me strange questions about what had happened at the diner and stuff.
"Beverly-Reigh, what's the last thing you remember before you blacked out?" Dr. Henders asked.
I though for a while before answering, "I slipped and my friend caught me."
"Why'd you slip?" the doctor questioned.
"Two-Bit had spilt his soda on the floor." I replied.
"Beverly-Reigh, do you remember if your drink tasted funny at all?" he asked.
"No. It tasted fine." I said sincerely. It seemed funny what he was implying with that question.
"Has this ever happened before? Passing out I mean." Dr. Henders inquired all the time scribbling notes on his notepad.
"A couple times. When I was little." I answered. The doc looked up at me as if reading something written on my face.
"Do you remember if anything specific happened that started these episodes?" he asked.
"Ummm." I thought about maybe not telling him about Reese, but I figured I had to. "My brother died when I was 5. I guess that's when I started have 'episodes.'" I replied, emphasizing episodes. I didn't really think any doctors could ever diagnose what I had. It wasn't a sickness or anything. It was just something beyond medical technology. But heck if they'd believe something like that. I hate how doctors have to be so logical. But I also know I'm not the only one who could do what I did. I just hadn't met anyone else who could.
Dr. Henders left the room and soon Aunt Elaine came in looking furious.
"Beverly-Reigh Laurel Charmant, what the hell did you think you were doing?!" she bellowed. My name is a real mouthful there isn't it?
I only sighed and said, "You wouldn't have let us go if we'd told you the truth."
"Exactly!" she screeched. "And then you wouldn't be here! You'd be safe at home which is, by the way, where you will be confined to, as is Shannon, for the remainder of the summer!" Aunt Elaine stated. That really was rather harsh, but her first statement made me wonder. 'If I hadn't been with the guys, but instead at home, would I have blacked out? Was it Johnny's touch that sent me into visions of his cruel beatings by that big, drunk man?' I didn't know, but I was curious now. I wanted to find the meaning of my vision. And, the key to that door was Johnny Cade. But, oh yeah! I was grounded.
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Ok here is chapter 7! I hope you like it! A bit gory but it will do. I'm just trying to make some more important plot lines. Please review! I like your reviews and some of them so give me inspiration so maybe if you gave me some ideas you might see them in later chapters with a special credit to you! Ok well bye now!
~E~