A/N: I decided to continue this story even though I didn't get many reviews
for the first chapter. I know it was bad, but my little cousin was running
around screaming and shouting, and it was really hard to write. But for
this chapter, I am home, in my bedroom, in silence, about to write this
chapter, so it should be a little better than the last one.
Disclaimer: I own my characters, SE Hinton owns hers.
I woke up to someone gently slapping me on the cheeks, and calling my name. I felt like a truck had run over me. My legs felt so numb, that I couldn't move them an inch and my stomach had this sharp pain, which kept on reminding me that something horrible had happened.
I recognized the face looking down at me. He looked like a tough hood, with blond hair and a beautiful face. Then I remembered everything that had happened. Being chased by the socs, finding my mom dead in the bathroom, almost being run over, the watching the paramedics take my mom away on a stretcher. I winced at those thoughts. I tried to forget about it and just relax, but I couldn't. Although the pain was too much to handle, I thought about why the hell my mom would kill herself. Then suddenly a thought popped into my head, what if she was murdered? I blamed myself for this; I should have come home right away after school. I never should have stayed after to paint, it's my all fault she's dead, it's all my fault. My eyes filled with hot tears, and I felt them fall from eyes into the cement.
I realized that I was lying on the ground. There were people around me, talking all at once; I couldn't understand a word they were saying. I did catch that they were talking about Alice, my mom. My eyes blurred even more when they said that she was murdered, and even possibly raped. Murdered and raped? I couldn't take this any longer. I had to get up and run, that's the only way I could get rid of this pain. It wouldn't go away permanently but it would be gone for a while, and that time would be enough for me to regain myself.
I tried to get up, but fell right back on my poor little butt. Then a hand came down, reaching out for me. I grabbed it and stood up. It was that guy's hand. I held it for a while. He had a hard grip on my hand, but only so I wouldn't fall. I cleared my throat, and let go of his hand.
"Thanks" I said shyly.
"No problem. If you need anything at all, you can just stop by the Curtis'. You know them right?"
I kinda knew Ponyboy Curtis, I saw him at the cafeteria sometimes, but I didn't know the others. I nodded a little bit, but unsurely.
"Okay, well again, if you need anything just stop by." He waved as the walked to his car.
I turned around. The paramedics and the police were leaving. I spotted my dad talking to an officer.
"Daddy?" I yelled. "Daddy?"
He seemed like he couldn't hear me. I went close to him.
"Dad?" I said, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around.
"Oh, baby." He said and had me in a bear hug. He was crying on my shoulder. That got me started. We both stood there for a while and cried. I felt so bad for him. He lost his wife, and was stuck raising me. But then I felt sorry for myself. I lost my mom, and was stuck living with my father. He wasn't that bad, but he never really approved of my art. He always said I should be studying or playing sports or something instead of painting all the time. But I really liked painting. It relaxed me and took me away from my worries.
He let go.
"So what happened?" I asked. I wanted to know if she was really murdered, or if she killed herself.
"You tell me" Dad said, he was looking at me in a hopeful way, waiting me to tell to him that she really was murdered. My dad always tried so hard to make my mom happy. He wouldn't be able to stand it if she killed herself. I really always though she was happy.
"Um," I gulped. "I stayed after school for a while to paint," his look changed. I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue. "Um, and I, uh, came home, and she was already dead." I almost started to cry again. I tried really hard to keep my tears in.
"Where did you find her?" his voice was trembling.
"In the bathroom." I closed my eyes, and let the tears fall.
"Oh, honey." He pulled me close to him and hugged me. "I must have been terrible." He didn't sound mad at all. I was glad. "I'm sorry." He kept on saying. 'Sorry for what?' I silently asked him. 'You didn't kill her.'
I pulled away. "Daddy? Where are we going to stay tonight?"
"Uh, a hotel I guess."
I nodded.
Daddy talked to the policemen a little bit more, then we got our stuff from the house, and left. I stared out the window as we drove away. I would miss that house. Daddy told me that we would move soon. He said the house held too many memories for both me and him. I had grown up in that house; I took my first steps on that porch. I had first learned how to ride a bike on the drive way of that house!
I couldn't believe my mom was really dead. It was just yesterday we were sitting on the couch, eating cookie dough ice cream, and talking about my first boyfriend ever. We had broken up yesterday and she had listened to me mourn for hours and hours. But those were only the good times that I would remember through out the years. What about the bad times? The times when my mom came home at 11 at night, and we had no idea what or who she was doing. The month my parents lived apart and I didn't see my mom for a while. The year, my mom stopped working, and things got tight for us. And how can I ever forget the year my mom started to cut her self? Those were the misery years, that I will eventually forget, I won't think about them daily, but they will always be in my mind, and I will always remember her for the pain, misery, and the happiness that she gave us. I know it seems impossible, as if a person can give you both misery and happiness. But it's true, we had some golden years, and horrible years in our past. But I will of course remember how my mom used to make me breakfast every morning, and appreciate my art so much! I will miss her. I certainly will.
The hotel wasn't that bad. There were two beds in the room we rented but that night I snuggled with my dad. It was hard for me, the first night since my mom died. I cried through out the night. So did dad. I realized then that whatever mom did those nights she was out late, and whatever the reason she took a month off from her marriage, and went to live with her parents, it didn't matter why, because she always came back. She came back for her daughter, and for her husband. She came back because she loved us. And my dad always took her back, because he loved her too. I feel asleep thinking about that. I dreamt about a girl named Alice, and how she married at an early age, and how her marriage was always rocky, and just when it was finally on track, she was murdered, and her life ended tragically. I woke up in cold sweat.
I got up from bed, where I was hot under all the covers, and decided to take a walk in the park. I slipped on my blue jeans, and kept on my pajama top. I put on my sneakers, and walked out the door, being extra careful with it, so I wouldn't wake dad up. It was a hard night for him too, and he needed his sleep.
I walked around the park, and was about to head back, when I spotted a mustang trailing the park.
'Oh, shit' I thought, as I picked up my pace. But it was useless, and I wasn't about to run, they would chase after me, and possibly run over me. I guess I just had to face them....
NO WAY! Being the scaredy cat that I am, I ducked under the nearest bush, and held my breath. Even though all the effort I gave into being very very quite, they musta already spotted me. I heard car doors slam, and feet pounding on the grass. One of them accidentally tripped over a rock, and fell on the bushes, and stepped on my foot. 'Damn drunken socs!' I thought as I yelped in pain. It was very quite, but enough for them to hear and find me.
"Well well well," one of them said. "It's the girl we were chasing this afternoon. How ya doin baby?"
A/N: I know it wasn't very long, but it's really late, and I'm extremely sleepy. Also I know I said this chapter would be better than the last one, but clearly I haven't reached that goal. So sorry if it's not up to you guy's standards. I will try very hard next time to reach them. I just realized how fast I've written this chapter. Writing all those chapters, (and talking to my friends every once in a while, between breaks ;)) have turned my fingers into such chatter boxes. Aside from it begin very pleasing, it is also very tiring. I must go to bed. Thanks to, Karlei Shaynner, naria4, Amanda, Lucy, Tensleep, Ponyboysgirl1, CH (by the way, what does CH stand for, sry, just curious), and Dallys wife. Also thanx to everyone whom I mighta forgotten. Ok, well enough, I'm really tired.
As always,
Soda's dear wife.
Nite everyone!
Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I really do spell check, but my computers kinda messed up, and I might be sleep walking, so forgive me.
Disclaimer: I own my characters, SE Hinton owns hers.
I woke up to someone gently slapping me on the cheeks, and calling my name. I felt like a truck had run over me. My legs felt so numb, that I couldn't move them an inch and my stomach had this sharp pain, which kept on reminding me that something horrible had happened.
I recognized the face looking down at me. He looked like a tough hood, with blond hair and a beautiful face. Then I remembered everything that had happened. Being chased by the socs, finding my mom dead in the bathroom, almost being run over, the watching the paramedics take my mom away on a stretcher. I winced at those thoughts. I tried to forget about it and just relax, but I couldn't. Although the pain was too much to handle, I thought about why the hell my mom would kill herself. Then suddenly a thought popped into my head, what if she was murdered? I blamed myself for this; I should have come home right away after school. I never should have stayed after to paint, it's my all fault she's dead, it's all my fault. My eyes filled with hot tears, and I felt them fall from eyes into the cement.
I realized that I was lying on the ground. There were people around me, talking all at once; I couldn't understand a word they were saying. I did catch that they were talking about Alice, my mom. My eyes blurred even more when they said that she was murdered, and even possibly raped. Murdered and raped? I couldn't take this any longer. I had to get up and run, that's the only way I could get rid of this pain. It wouldn't go away permanently but it would be gone for a while, and that time would be enough for me to regain myself.
I tried to get up, but fell right back on my poor little butt. Then a hand came down, reaching out for me. I grabbed it and stood up. It was that guy's hand. I held it for a while. He had a hard grip on my hand, but only so I wouldn't fall. I cleared my throat, and let go of his hand.
"Thanks" I said shyly.
"No problem. If you need anything at all, you can just stop by the Curtis'. You know them right?"
I kinda knew Ponyboy Curtis, I saw him at the cafeteria sometimes, but I didn't know the others. I nodded a little bit, but unsurely.
"Okay, well again, if you need anything just stop by." He waved as the walked to his car.
I turned around. The paramedics and the police were leaving. I spotted my dad talking to an officer.
"Daddy?" I yelled. "Daddy?"
He seemed like he couldn't hear me. I went close to him.
"Dad?" I said, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around.
"Oh, baby." He said and had me in a bear hug. He was crying on my shoulder. That got me started. We both stood there for a while and cried. I felt so bad for him. He lost his wife, and was stuck raising me. But then I felt sorry for myself. I lost my mom, and was stuck living with my father. He wasn't that bad, but he never really approved of my art. He always said I should be studying or playing sports or something instead of painting all the time. But I really liked painting. It relaxed me and took me away from my worries.
He let go.
"So what happened?" I asked. I wanted to know if she was really murdered, or if she killed herself.
"You tell me" Dad said, he was looking at me in a hopeful way, waiting me to tell to him that she really was murdered. My dad always tried so hard to make my mom happy. He wouldn't be able to stand it if she killed herself. I really always though she was happy.
"Um," I gulped. "I stayed after school for a while to paint," his look changed. I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue. "Um, and I, uh, came home, and she was already dead." I almost started to cry again. I tried really hard to keep my tears in.
"Where did you find her?" his voice was trembling.
"In the bathroom." I closed my eyes, and let the tears fall.
"Oh, honey." He pulled me close to him and hugged me. "I must have been terrible." He didn't sound mad at all. I was glad. "I'm sorry." He kept on saying. 'Sorry for what?' I silently asked him. 'You didn't kill her.'
I pulled away. "Daddy? Where are we going to stay tonight?"
"Uh, a hotel I guess."
I nodded.
Daddy talked to the policemen a little bit more, then we got our stuff from the house, and left. I stared out the window as we drove away. I would miss that house. Daddy told me that we would move soon. He said the house held too many memories for both me and him. I had grown up in that house; I took my first steps on that porch. I had first learned how to ride a bike on the drive way of that house!
I couldn't believe my mom was really dead. It was just yesterday we were sitting on the couch, eating cookie dough ice cream, and talking about my first boyfriend ever. We had broken up yesterday and she had listened to me mourn for hours and hours. But those were only the good times that I would remember through out the years. What about the bad times? The times when my mom came home at 11 at night, and we had no idea what or who she was doing. The month my parents lived apart and I didn't see my mom for a while. The year, my mom stopped working, and things got tight for us. And how can I ever forget the year my mom started to cut her self? Those were the misery years, that I will eventually forget, I won't think about them daily, but they will always be in my mind, and I will always remember her for the pain, misery, and the happiness that she gave us. I know it seems impossible, as if a person can give you both misery and happiness. But it's true, we had some golden years, and horrible years in our past. But I will of course remember how my mom used to make me breakfast every morning, and appreciate my art so much! I will miss her. I certainly will.
The hotel wasn't that bad. There were two beds in the room we rented but that night I snuggled with my dad. It was hard for me, the first night since my mom died. I cried through out the night. So did dad. I realized then that whatever mom did those nights she was out late, and whatever the reason she took a month off from her marriage, and went to live with her parents, it didn't matter why, because she always came back. She came back for her daughter, and for her husband. She came back because she loved us. And my dad always took her back, because he loved her too. I feel asleep thinking about that. I dreamt about a girl named Alice, and how she married at an early age, and how her marriage was always rocky, and just when it was finally on track, she was murdered, and her life ended tragically. I woke up in cold sweat.
I got up from bed, where I was hot under all the covers, and decided to take a walk in the park. I slipped on my blue jeans, and kept on my pajama top. I put on my sneakers, and walked out the door, being extra careful with it, so I wouldn't wake dad up. It was a hard night for him too, and he needed his sleep.
I walked around the park, and was about to head back, when I spotted a mustang trailing the park.
'Oh, shit' I thought, as I picked up my pace. But it was useless, and I wasn't about to run, they would chase after me, and possibly run over me. I guess I just had to face them....
NO WAY! Being the scaredy cat that I am, I ducked under the nearest bush, and held my breath. Even though all the effort I gave into being very very quite, they musta already spotted me. I heard car doors slam, and feet pounding on the grass. One of them accidentally tripped over a rock, and fell on the bushes, and stepped on my foot. 'Damn drunken socs!' I thought as I yelped in pain. It was very quite, but enough for them to hear and find me.
"Well well well," one of them said. "It's the girl we were chasing this afternoon. How ya doin baby?"
A/N: I know it wasn't very long, but it's really late, and I'm extremely sleepy. Also I know I said this chapter would be better than the last one, but clearly I haven't reached that goal. So sorry if it's not up to you guy's standards. I will try very hard next time to reach them. I just realized how fast I've written this chapter. Writing all those chapters, (and talking to my friends every once in a while, between breaks ;)) have turned my fingers into such chatter boxes. Aside from it begin very pleasing, it is also very tiring. I must go to bed. Thanks to, Karlei Shaynner, naria4, Amanda, Lucy, Tensleep, Ponyboysgirl1, CH (by the way, what does CH stand for, sry, just curious), and Dallys wife. Also thanx to everyone whom I mighta forgotten. Ok, well enough, I'm really tired.
As always,
Soda's dear wife.
Nite everyone!
Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I really do spell check, but my computers kinda messed up, and I might be sleep walking, so forgive me.