Title- The Return of Jess
Chapter Title- She'd Be Sorry
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders.
I got to work a little early. I wished I had the switchblade so I could finish the job I had set out to do. So I could kill Lisa. I looked around the back and found a steak knife. Nobody would miss a single steak knife. I put it in my pocket. I grabbed my order pad and walked to the front. I saw Lisa talking to Pat. Pat motioned for me to come over there. I walked over there, wearing another hole in my shoe with my eyes.
"Lisa told me something about yesterday, I can't have you two working together. Who's gonna switch shifts."
"I won't," I said firmly, "I need this shift, remember why I took this one in the first place?" Pat nodded and looked at Lisa.
"I can't take the later shift; I won't bother her if she promises not to bother me." Pat sighed.
"Fine," she huffed and walked away. I glared at Lisa. She'd be dead if looks could kill. I wanted her dead.
"Wanna finish yesterday after work today?" She gave me a look.
"No funny stuff this time. But I will." A steak knife was nothing funny, it was serious. I was serious about killing her. We kept our distance at work. I met her in the back of The Dingo after. We fought again, but this time it was different. She had me pinned up against the wall. She had a lighter in my face; her arm was across my neck.
"How'd you like to lose all that pretty hair of yours?" She smiled, she was enjoying this. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the steak knife. I pulled it out and soon it was in her face. She stared at me in fear. I knocked the lighter out of her hand. Soon we were fighting for the knife.
I looked down at my hand. Lisa had pulled the knife from the bottom slitting my palm. With my other hand I punched her across the face. It didn't bother her.
"You're being a bad girl," she said and put the tip of the knife under my chin. I gulped, I was afraid.
"Are you afraid?" She chuckled. My hand was hurting.
"If you're going to kill me, do it now." She stared at me.
"Maybe I should watch you wait in fear. I should get my friends; I know they'd love to see this. But if I did that, I guess I'd have to leave you, so I won't."
"I'm not scared, I want to die," I lied. I saw her face expression change. She looked at me like I was crazy.
"I am crazy," I told her. She just stared at me so I swung my foot out and kicked her. After she let go of me I brought her to the ground. The knife had dropped and I snatched it up.
"Are you afraid to die?"
"You are crazy," she said and made a grab for the knife. She did get it since my hand was sore. I gasped when she stuck the knife into my side.
"Have fun," she laughed and left. I pulled the knife out and slowly pulled myself up. I walked into The Dingo and went to the phone in the back. The cord on the phone was long enough, so I was able to sit on the floor. I dialed the first number that came into my mind and sat on the floor.
"Hello?" a voice asked.
"Steve, what're you doing home?"
"Why are you calling here?"
"I need you to pick me up at The Dingo. I'll be in the front."
"Okay, I'll be there, but it might be like a half hour."
"Steve, I can't wait. I need to be picked up now!" I was getting irritated now.
"Uh, I'll call Two-Bit and see if he can get you. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just call Two-Bit," I told him and hung up. I got a bunch of napkins and put them against the cut and walked out before Pat could see me. This would have Lisa jailed for sure, or at least out of my way. I was out there for 15 minutes. Finally, Two-Bit pulled up.
"Take me to Soda's." He shook his head.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Steve said to take you to his house no matter what you said."
"I'll kill you, take me to Soda's!" He ignored me and went to Steve's. I wasn't going to get out of the car and he must've realized this. He honked the horn and Steve came out. He opened the door and grabbed my hand to pull me out. His face turned to a look of disgust.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked when he looked at his hand. It was covered in blood from the cut on my hand. I rested my head on the seat.
"Two-Bit, take her to the hospital. Crap, Jess, your hand is sliced up and there is a nice gash in your side."
"I'm aware of that," I snapped back. He sighed and walked into the house. Two-Bit took me to the hospital. I got out of the car; I knew at the hospital they'd ask me how I got it. I would tell the truth. Lisa, Lisa did this to me. She'd be sorry.