A/N: I don't know why but I just feel like updating, so I'm going to. *I
don't care about reviews, I don't care about reviews* ok well I kinda do.
Anyways, hmmm, I wonder if any of you actually read these little notes.
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Chapter 5
~Tara's POV~
I opened my eyes to 3 guys looking down at me. I was frightened for a second but I relaxed when I saw Ponyboy's face. I always thought that was such a weird name. He's such a nice person though. Once when I dropped my books in the hallway at school, Ponyboy had helped me pick them up. I didn't recognize the other 2 boys though. One of them had a face to die for. He was so handsome. The other one was a small kid, maybe 14 years old, 15 the most. He had a dark face, and big brown eyes. He was a very quiet kid, I knew, he went to my school. I could tell the handsome one was Ponyboy's brother. They looked alike.
"You're finally awake." The handsome one said.
I just looked at them, bewildered.
"How do you feel?"
I groaned for an answer.
"Where do you hurt?"
"Everywhere." I finally said after a while.
I finally figured out that I was at Ponyboy's house. There were pictures of him and his brothers everywhere. Their house was pretty clean. I bet they hire someone to clean for them. Ha, I musta hit my head for something, they're greasers how could they ever afford something like that. I guess their mom is a pretty good cleaner. I looked around for parents but there were no one around except the three boys.
"What happened to you?" the quiet kid asked.
"Uh..." I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell these strangers about this. But then who else? I mean, my mom is dead, my dad wouldn't even care, and my only friend and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment.
"You can tell us." Ponyboy assured me.
I took a deep breath. "See, my mom died yesterday."
"We know." Handsome cut me off.
"Oh. Well I couldn't sleep last night so I was taking a walk on the park when.I had a.um.run in with a soc group."
"Say no more." A guy with light blond hair came in the door and cut me off.
"Wait Dally I think there's more." The small one said, looking at me.
I nodded.
"One of them raped me. And I couldn't really find my way back to the hotel we are staying at after that."
They all stared at me in horror. I put my head down and started to cry.
"Its okay, you're safe with us." The quiet kid said stroking my hair.
"But I don't even know who you are!" I wailed. It wasn't that big of a deal, I knew they were good people, I just needed to cry about something.
"Oh. Sorry. I'm Johnny. That's Dally." He said pointing to the guy with the blond hair. "And that's Soda and Ponyboy." So the handsome ones name is Soda. Hmm, interesting.
I sniffed. "I'm Tara."
"Nice to meet you Tara." Ponyboy and Soda said at the same time.
"Can I, um, use your bathroom?" I asked, a little shyly.
"Sure, down the hallway, second door on the left." Soda pointed down the hallway.
I got up from the couch and walked down the hall. I passed a bedroom and another bedroom on the way. The first one had a big bed and a desk with some papers on it. The second bedroom had a bigger bed and a big closet. It was much tidier than the first one.
I turned to the second door on the left and locked the door behind me. What with all the guys in the house. I mean not that they would do anything, but somebody could walk in accidentally.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
OH,GOD!
My face, my body was covered in cuts and bruises. My clothes were stained with blood, and mud from the bench I had slept on last night.
I washed my face and dried it with the towel that was on the counter. I fixed my hair and straightened my clothes which were ripped and stained with blood. I looked down at my pants. I seriously was raped. And I would have to do something about it. I mean, what if, I got pregnant with the bastard's child? Ohh, I'm gonna faint. I went back into the living room.
"I got some gauze pads to cover up your arm. Did they pull the blade on you?" Dally asked.
He seems familiar. I thought. Then I remembered. How could I not? He was the guy that almost ran over me yesterday. And then helped me get to a phone and call the police. My clouded again. My mom--
"I don't really remember." I said quietly.
"Its okay." He said.
I winced as he put the alcohol on the cut. It burned. Then he wrapped it. He looked up for a second and met my eyes. He was really beautiful. We locked eyes for a while. It seemed like he wanted to hold my eyes for a second longer, but I dropped my gaze.
"I better go. My dad will be worried."
"Let me give you a ride." He offered.
"It's fine. I like to walk."
"But you're hurt."
"We always end up here don't we?" I asked, slightly laughing.
He laughed too. "And I always end up giving you a ride."
"Oh, all right." I gave in.
"Let's go." He jumped up from the couch, and offered his hand to help me up.
I gladly took it.
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I will have to end it here because I still have homework. I just felt like updating. So there. So now review and complain about being the sucky writer that I am. lol, or you can just review about nice things about me.
cn: thank you for telling me. But if you read the summary of the story, it says that the story is about TARA'S life. And I planned it to be mainly in her pov. I try to do other character's pov's. but I'm not very experienced with that so it probably won't be common. You can keep reading if you want.
Dally's my hero: oh I know, maybe I can have her get pregnant but then get an abortion. But where would she find the money? Hmm, must explore more on that idea.
Naria4: thank you for the nice review. Please keep on reading.
Ashley: Look if you don't like the way I write Summer or Pony or anyone else, then don't read. I might be an "ok" (as you put it) writer, but I enjoy doing it. And I will continue to write this story any way I want. After all it is my story and this is the best I can do. Also, I'm only writing this for fun, it's not like I want to become a professional writer or anything. If your next so called review (which I should say are suppose to be nice. I mean If you don't like a story then just don't read, and don't review.) is another flame, then it will be yawned at along with the other ones.
Note: I will not chance my writing for anybody's liking. I try working on correcting the mistakes you guys point out, but every writer has her/his flaws. And without my flaws I wouldn't be me. And god knows I have a lot of those, so if I didn't have them I'd be you don't find flaws in my writing, and always say nice things. But I'm just unidentified. I just thought you guys should know that. I mean, if you like my story, then read, if you don't there are over 600 outsiders fanfics, you can read one of those. I know I'm being crabby and I know many of tired of trying to satisfy some people's wants, and I'm tired of never actually being able to do it. So I'm giving up.
The nice reviews are the cherished ones, the flames are the ones ignored. I salute the nice reviewers. Thank you!
Chapter 5
~Tara's POV~
I opened my eyes to 3 guys looking down at me. I was frightened for a second but I relaxed when I saw Ponyboy's face. I always thought that was such a weird name. He's such a nice person though. Once when I dropped my books in the hallway at school, Ponyboy had helped me pick them up. I didn't recognize the other 2 boys though. One of them had a face to die for. He was so handsome. The other one was a small kid, maybe 14 years old, 15 the most. He had a dark face, and big brown eyes. He was a very quiet kid, I knew, he went to my school. I could tell the handsome one was Ponyboy's brother. They looked alike.
"You're finally awake." The handsome one said.
I just looked at them, bewildered.
"How do you feel?"
I groaned for an answer.
"Where do you hurt?"
"Everywhere." I finally said after a while.
I finally figured out that I was at Ponyboy's house. There were pictures of him and his brothers everywhere. Their house was pretty clean. I bet they hire someone to clean for them. Ha, I musta hit my head for something, they're greasers how could they ever afford something like that. I guess their mom is a pretty good cleaner. I looked around for parents but there were no one around except the three boys.
"What happened to you?" the quiet kid asked.
"Uh..." I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell these strangers about this. But then who else? I mean, my mom is dead, my dad wouldn't even care, and my only friend and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment.
"You can tell us." Ponyboy assured me.
I took a deep breath. "See, my mom died yesterday."
"We know." Handsome cut me off.
"Oh. Well I couldn't sleep last night so I was taking a walk on the park when.I had a.um.run in with a soc group."
"Say no more." A guy with light blond hair came in the door and cut me off.
"Wait Dally I think there's more." The small one said, looking at me.
I nodded.
"One of them raped me. And I couldn't really find my way back to the hotel we are staying at after that."
They all stared at me in horror. I put my head down and started to cry.
"Its okay, you're safe with us." The quiet kid said stroking my hair.
"But I don't even know who you are!" I wailed. It wasn't that big of a deal, I knew they were good people, I just needed to cry about something.
"Oh. Sorry. I'm Johnny. That's Dally." He said pointing to the guy with the blond hair. "And that's Soda and Ponyboy." So the handsome ones name is Soda. Hmm, interesting.
I sniffed. "I'm Tara."
"Nice to meet you Tara." Ponyboy and Soda said at the same time.
"Can I, um, use your bathroom?" I asked, a little shyly.
"Sure, down the hallway, second door on the left." Soda pointed down the hallway.
I got up from the couch and walked down the hall. I passed a bedroom and another bedroom on the way. The first one had a big bed and a desk with some papers on it. The second bedroom had a bigger bed and a big closet. It was much tidier than the first one.
I turned to the second door on the left and locked the door behind me. What with all the guys in the house. I mean not that they would do anything, but somebody could walk in accidentally.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
OH,GOD!
My face, my body was covered in cuts and bruises. My clothes were stained with blood, and mud from the bench I had slept on last night.
I washed my face and dried it with the towel that was on the counter. I fixed my hair and straightened my clothes which were ripped and stained with blood. I looked down at my pants. I seriously was raped. And I would have to do something about it. I mean, what if, I got pregnant with the bastard's child? Ohh, I'm gonna faint. I went back into the living room.
"I got some gauze pads to cover up your arm. Did they pull the blade on you?" Dally asked.
He seems familiar. I thought. Then I remembered. How could I not? He was the guy that almost ran over me yesterday. And then helped me get to a phone and call the police. My clouded again. My mom--
"I don't really remember." I said quietly.
"Its okay." He said.
I winced as he put the alcohol on the cut. It burned. Then he wrapped it. He looked up for a second and met my eyes. He was really beautiful. We locked eyes for a while. It seemed like he wanted to hold my eyes for a second longer, but I dropped my gaze.
"I better go. My dad will be worried."
"Let me give you a ride." He offered.
"It's fine. I like to walk."
"But you're hurt."
"We always end up here don't we?" I asked, slightly laughing.
He laughed too. "And I always end up giving you a ride."
"Oh, all right." I gave in.
"Let's go." He jumped up from the couch, and offered his hand to help me up.
I gladly took it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I will have to end it here because I still have homework. I just felt like updating. So there. So now review and complain about being the sucky writer that I am. lol, or you can just review about nice things about me.
cn: thank you for telling me. But if you read the summary of the story, it says that the story is about TARA'S life. And I planned it to be mainly in her pov. I try to do other character's pov's. but I'm not very experienced with that so it probably won't be common. You can keep reading if you want.
Dally's my hero: oh I know, maybe I can have her get pregnant but then get an abortion. But where would she find the money? Hmm, must explore more on that idea.
Naria4: thank you for the nice review. Please keep on reading.
Ashley: Look if you don't like the way I write Summer or Pony or anyone else, then don't read. I might be an "ok" (as you put it) writer, but I enjoy doing it. And I will continue to write this story any way I want. After all it is my story and this is the best I can do. Also, I'm only writing this for fun, it's not like I want to become a professional writer or anything. If your next so called review (which I should say are suppose to be nice. I mean If you don't like a story then just don't read, and don't review.) is another flame, then it will be yawned at along with the other ones.
Note: I will not chance my writing for anybody's liking. I try working on correcting the mistakes you guys point out, but every writer has her/his flaws. And without my flaws I wouldn't be me. And god knows I have a lot of those, so if I didn't have them I'd be you don't find flaws in my writing, and always say nice things. But I'm just unidentified. I just thought you guys should know that. I mean, if you like my story, then read, if you don't there are over 600 outsiders fanfics, you can read one of those. I know I'm being crabby and I know many of tired of trying to satisfy some people's wants, and I'm tired of never actually being able to do it. So I'm giving up.
The nice reviews are the cherished ones, the flames are the ones ignored. I salute the nice reviewers. Thank you!