A/N: okay I know its extremely boring at the moment but I PROMISE I got some good ideas in mind and I'm slowly working my way up to them, I just don't want to rush anything. I have this story under drama and yes I promise you all there will be drama so don't give up on me! lol
((Kristina's POV))
I woke up to hear the famous Mickey Mouse theme song blasting out of the TV.
"M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!" the cartoon sang way too happily.
I turned over and saw Soda passed out on the armchair and Two-Bit intently watching the TV with a beer in one had and a slob of chocolate cake in the other.
I looked around for a minute not fully realizing I wasn't home in my bed and wasn't quite sure how I ended up on this couch, and why exactly my head feels like someone is banging on it angrily with a hammer.
"Hey Two-Bit." I managed to mumble.
"Why hello there Ms. Sleeping Beauty I heard you had quite a night!" he said grinning evilly.
"I did?" I asked out-loud.
"Oh the drunken nights you can't remember are always the best ones!" he said nodding showing he had a lot of experience with those.
"I don't even remember drinking that much." I said honestly.
"Tim has a way with putting a lot of alcohol in tiny glasses." He told me. That information would've been of some help last night.
I suddenly remembered I hadn't seen my dad in two days and I probably didn't call last night.
"Crap! Two-Bit I gotta go my dad's going to kill me. Tell Soda I said thanks? I guess. Bye!" I said running out the door where thankfully my car was sitting.
I drove home anxiously biting my fingernails the entire way. I hate giving my dad an actual valid reason for yelling at me.
I finally approached my house and slowly went in and saw Sharon on the couch in a robe sipping on wine.
"She's home!" she yelled annoyed.
"Little early isn't it, Sharon?" I asked signaling to her wine. Her response was flipping me the bird.
I heard stomping down the steps. "Get ready for it.." I mentally prepared myself.
"Two questions. Where in the HELL have you been and why in the HELL did you not call?!" my dad yelled.
I took in a deep breath and put on my best "I love you daddy" face and replied with "I was at the Curtis' remember Soda and Ponyboy?"
"About that I've been talking to old friends and haven't been hearing good things about people on that side of town." He said firmly.
"Oh come on Dad! You know them and you know they are damn good people!" I said now getting angry that he was insulting my boyfriend, in which he did not know about, and the best friends I got here. My excruciating headache also wasn't helping my patience.
"Kristina I will tell you this once and ONLY once.. don't ever raise your voice to me." He said his temper rising, but for once I did not care at all and I didn't know why I was so defensive over this.
"She has no discipline." Sharon said smugly.
"Shut up Sharon! Why don't you go back to your own family?" I yelled at her, which I knew was a mistake the minute it left my mouth. In response to might outburst I received a nice smack to my cheek.
"Don't start with her! She's not the one doing God knows who and what with these greasers!" he yelled at me.
And yes, from there I snapped. No one accuses me of being a slut and then proceeds to insult the people who took care of me.
"Well gee Dad, I think I got the better end of the deal her being stuck with an abusive alcoholic." I said smugly. I didn't care what I got for that because I've been waiting to say something like that for years and man it felt good.
On the other hand, my ribs did not feel so great after I said it.
"Get the fuck out! You hear me?!" my dad yelled.
"No what was that?" I asked sarcastically.
"What has gotten into you? I knew these boys were going to have an effect on you and it better not be long term!" he yelled as I stomped up the steps to get changed.
I looked in the mirror and it wasn't too pretty. Any trace of make-up I had worn last night was either smeared or completely gone. My cheeks were freakishly red, well I guess the one side had to do with just being bitch slapped, and my eyes were blood shot. I can't really blame anyone for thinking I'm out there doing something wrong. Which I was, but hey a girls gotta have some fun the last real night of summer right?
