Okay I know I SAID that this was under the Outsiders category, but it's not really supposed to be like …based on the Outsiders. I just got the inspiration from it. Ok so I previously wrote like, the beginning but silly me I lost it somewhere in my house. So this draft is currently missing, the beginning where it explains Ben and Chase's problems, so let me fill you in. Ben's dad beats him; Chase's parents are drug dealers/addicts and usually come home followed by sirens. Oh and Chase has a girlfriend who doesn't give a flying fuck about him named Mackenzie, and Ben likes his teacher Miss Jones. Ben and Chase are challenged to fight Terry and his friend. Previously Chase and Ben have a conversation prior to the fight about how Ben wants to just, run away, and how shitty his life is. I'll try and find it soon it's REALLY good!! Enjoy the parts that I still have. Oh and Chase brought a gun to the fight, but Ben took it from him so Chase wouldn't use it. Where Are We Running?
The fight started. Chase went straight for Terry for hitting Ben. Ben fought of Terry's friend.
"I think its time I showed you how powerful I can be Chase." Terry said, yanking Chase's head towards a deep pool of water close to Ben." Of course, I'll really just be showing Ben wont I!!" Terry dragged Chase by the head over to the water and pushed him completely underwater. Chase struggled. He heard a fun shot from under the water. I'm going to die tonight!! Chase thought. Oh god, I'm going to die. He heard a second gun shot and felt Terry loosen his grip. Chase shot up breathing heavily.
"What the fuck happened!!" He stared at Ben. Ben was looking at his hands. In one of them, was Chase's gun.
"I…killed him." Ben said quietly.
Chase looked down at his feet. Lying in the water was Terry, covered in blood. "Oh man." Chase ran his fingers through his hair." Oh man, oh man, oh man."
Ben dropped the gun. Chase stared at him." He was going to kill me wasn't he?" Ben nodded. " God...Shit! Where's his friend?!" Ben stepped out of the way. Lying there was his friend, also heavily drenched in blood.
"H-he was going to tell the p-police what happened." Ben stammered. "He saw me with ...with the gun you know, and well uh…god damn Chase he was really going to kill you." He sighed. "You shouldn't have brought that gun."
"Man if I had known you'd kill him, I wouldn't have. We should go give the cops a story, so you know, they don't think we did it. Don't take the gun."
"Officer, we found them exactly like we said!!!" Ben shouted. "Look, we were supposed to fight them…you know, a fist fight. But when we got there, they were covered in blood!"
"There was a gun there too Ben. How come you didn't bring it in?" said the officer.
"Well you know, we didn't really think about that since there were two dead boys there!!" Ben yelled louder.
"Ben, calm down, he believes us." Chase said." Don't you?"
The officer nodded. "Chase your mom is coming to get you and Ben your Aunt Kelly is coming too. Wait here for them." He started to walk away, but turned back." Do you know anybody that could've don't this to them?"
Ben shook his head. "Cant you guys fingerprint the gun or something?"
"Yes, and we are, but I was just curious…" The officer stood there for a moment more, shook his head, and walked away.
When Chase was sure nobody was within distance that they could hear, he shouted in a whisper, "Dude, what were you thinking!!!?? Our fingerprints will be on there!"
"No they won't. I brought gloves to wear since it was so cold, and put them on before I took out the gun. When you were drowning."
"Man, I aint never seen you like this before. Usually I'm the one all hardened up, ready to throw a punch any minute." Chase lowered his voice even softer. "And I would have never thought you could kill somebody. Even Terry." Chase dropped his face in his hands.
"I didn't either Chase. But I got so damn scared when he dunked you." Ben looked at Chase. "You're the only reason I didn't swallow those pills last summer you know. Remember Chase?"
Chase remembered. Last summer Chase had called Ben to tell him that he was glad they were friends, but instead of getting the same back, he got something horrible.
"… yeah well anyways, that's why I was calling."
Chase remembered Ben had been sobbing.
"Man, I was just about to swallow a bunch of pills. And now since you called, I k-know that I shouldn't, and I wont. Thanks buddy."
Chase had never been so scared for Ben since they had met. I guess that's how he felt tonight, Chase thought.
"You know, what's funny man?" Ben said.
"What?" Chase asked, snapping back to reality.
"I don't have an Aunt Kelly."
Ben waited in the police station 15 minutes after Chase had been picked up, when a girl entered. She was dressed in a low cut, see through tank top, and a mini skirt. She had way too much makeup on, and her mascara was running slowly down her red cheeks. She was in handcuffs.
"I DIDN'T WANT IT!!" she screamed. "THAT BASTARD!! I HATE HIM!! OH GOD I HOPE HE DIES!!! NOOO!!" the officer locked her in a jail cell. The girl collapsed on the floor, sobbing hysterically.
"What'd she do?" the officer who had spoken with Chase's mom asked.
"Nothing yet." said the other officer. "We couldn't control her and she was hysterical. And well, seeing as we don't know what she's capable of…"The officer looked at the girl, who was now pounding on the cell bars, screaming for help. He shook his head and his eyes wandered over to Ben.
"Who the hell are you?"
Ben stared at him. "This kid and his friend found two dead kids in the schoolyard, Bernie." said the officer.
Bernie continued to look at Ben. "Really…" He walked over to Ben. Whispering he said, "Do you think you can talk to this chick over here?"
Ben stared disbelievingly. "Me!?"
"Yeah." Bernie said. "I figure you've been through enough tonight to talk some sense into someone."
Bernie and the other officer walked down the hall and disappeared down a corridor. Ben stood up and watched the girl cry. He finally mustered up enough courage to say, "Hey…are you alright?"
She stopped crying and stared up at him. "What?"
"Well, I mean you don't look so hot." Seeing the girl look down at her shirt, raising an eyebrow he immediately said, "I mean you look alright…well more than alright…I MEAN not like physi─"
"I'm Jane." she said." And I know what you mean. No, I'm not alright."
"Oh well um…I'm Ben." he said shyly. They stared at each other. Jane stood up.
"Why are you here?" It was more like a statement than a question, labeling Ben as a child that should never be in a police station.
"You tell me first." Ben replied.
"Long story."
"And yet it seems you and I both have time on our hands." he said coolly.
She cocked an eyebrow. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen. You gonna tell me your story?"
Jane sighed. "I can't trust anyone anymore. I thought I could trust Mark. I thought he was my angel from heaven. Then he said he wanted to have sex." She looked scared. "Are you sure I should be telling you this?" Ben nodded. "I said no…that I wasn't ready."
"How old are you?" asked Ben.
"Sixteen. He asked me again and I noticed he seemed extremely angry when I again said no. Mark started asking weekly. Then daily. We had only been going out for two months." She sat down on the jail cell bench. "Last Monday he told me that if I didn't say yes soon Id… pay. I thought he was just kidding. But when I came over to his house this afternoon…he came to the door with a knife and told me to get inside and if I didn't do exactly what he said, it would be going into my throat. He brought me into his parent's room and picked out these clothes I'm wearing." Jane looked up at Ben. "He made me do horrible...horrible things. Just like they used to do to me." Jane was crying again, and Ben noticed that the keys to her jail cell were on the wall.
"What who did to you?" Ben asked trying hard not to get up and unlock her cell.
"My parents…and my aunt. And my brother." Ben saw that her tears were silent, and made him want to free her even more. "I just wanted one person in my life to trust…just one person."
Ben couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over to where the keys were. "This isn't right. You're in here for no reason."
"Don't Ben." Jane said softly. "I'm safe in here. I trust the police officers. And I'll eventually tell them what happened. Besides, I don't know what I could do to Mark if I got the chance…maybe kill him."
Ben put the keys back on the wall. Just then, a woman came bustling into the station.
"Alright kid, let's go." She sounded bored and looked thoroughly annoyed and drunk.
"Who are you?" Ben asked, puzzled.
"Nobody you need to know personally, but if the cops ask, you tell them I'm your Aunt Kelly." she said.
Bernie came into the office. "Are you responsible for this kid?"
"Yes I'm Kelly, his aunt."
Bernie turned to Ben. "Is she your aunt?" Ben nodded. "Alright, see you around Ben."
"Come on." Kelly walked outside. As Ben turned to leave he heard, "Hey Ben!"
He turned to Jane. "Don't let people push you around." she said chuckling. "You could end up like me."
"I won't Jane." He waved and walked outside towards the car, where Kelly was waiting.
"Get in." she said.
As the two drove back to Ben's house he thought about Jane. All she wanted was for person not to push her around…someone to trust, and love her.
"Don't look like that. You should be glad I was boozing it up, with your dad tonight, 'cause otherwise nobody would've been there to get you. You little shit…" Kelly said a few more rude comments about him and fell silent.
Ben went back to his thoughts. Terry should've known that someone with a family so fucked up could kill him. He probably had a fucked up family too, since he almost killed Chase. They were almost to Ben's house; he could see the porch light shining down the street. I've been pushed around too damn much. Closer and closer, they neared his house. I don't need anyone in life except Chase. No one but Chase. His front door, he could see it, open in the porch light, his bike lying in the grass. Do I really want to go back to that shithole? In a split second he decided what to do.
"YOU'RE SUCH A STUPID FUCK!!" he shouted at Kelly. She screeched to a stop.
"WHAT did you say" she yelled. But Ben wasn't listening anymore; he was running up the porch steps to his house, through the front door, up his stairs, slamming and locking his bedroom door. Quickly he pulled out his duffel bag and stuffed all his clothes, 2 blankets and all his money, which was about $300 he had saved from past poker games, into it. He unlocked his door and sprinted down the stairs hearing his father's yells behind him. Ben ran outside and hopped on his bike.
"FUCK YOU BOTH!!!" he screamed. He rode into the darkness towards Chase's house, not caring about anything except getting to Chase.
Chase lived 3 miles from Ben and he came home to a smokey, dark house. His mother walked in without saying a thing.
"MARY!! WHERE'S MY GUN!!!" his dad shouted, as Chase walked into his room. Oh, shit. Chase thought. Chase did the only thing he could think of. He locked the door, and put a chair to the handle.
"Holy shit!" he whispered. "The cop is going to find his fingerprints!! Oh god, oh god, oh god…" Chase heard a tap on his window. He spun around.
"Let me in!!!" Ben shrieked.
"Sssshhhh!" Chase whispered as he swiftly opened the window. "What am I gonna do Ben?! His gun is gone, and the cops are fingerprinting it and…" Chase paused. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm running away." Ben said climbing into Chase's room. "And I want you to go with me."
Chase gaped at him. "You serious?" Ben nodded. "Shit man, I dunno…"
"YOU DON'T KNOW!!?" Ben screamed.
"Sssh!" Chase whispered. "Do you want to get me killed? And man, this is a big fucking decision!" He paced around the room for a second, and sat down on his bed. He sighed.
"I know it's a big decision Chase, but it's not hard to decide." Ben said sitting down next to Chase. "I mean, do you really like your life here? Do you like how you're treated in this shithole? I MEAN GOD they treat you like crap Chase!" Ben sighed. "The point is, is that we could move somewhere new, and just…start over!!! Wouldn't that be nice Chase? To go to a place where nobody knows you, or what you've done?"
There was a long silence, where all that could be heard was Chase's dad rumbling through drawers and closets. Chase was lying flat faced on his bed. Ben was looking out the window. Ben started to get up, when he heard Chase say, "Hey Ben?"
Ben looked at him. He had turned his head to look at a picture of his parents. "Yeah?" Ben answered.
"Do you…do you think they'd miss me?" Chase asked.
Ben didn't want to say anything, though he knew the answer. "No." Ben said. And for the first time, in a long while, Ben saw tears in Chase's eyes.