Thanks for reviewing, everybody!!!
Killslay: Yeah, i totally agree about getting annoyed when OCs take over the whole story. Hey, what ARE Mary Sues anyways? Yup sorry i'm dumb. Hm. . . i'll try to write something in everyone's POV. I noticed i've only done Pony, Soda and Darry so far. Oh and also, can i ask you a few questions? You don't have to answer them, but i'm just interested if firstly, are u a girl or a guy, and secondly how old are you? Sorry. If you find them too personal, just ignore them and i won't ask you again. =D
Hell-Flame: LOL yea it was sooo freaky! In the dinner dance, Stephen GRABBED the front of my spaghetti strap and like, SHOVED a handful of glitter down my front!!! I was like WTF??? And i tried to put glitter down his shirt too, but his had a collar, so i couldn't so i ended up pouring it on his head. LOL.
Aislynn: Thanks for reviewing! I hope ur email thingy works soon!!!!!
MarLyG Riddle: Thanks a lot!! Hehe dun worry, much more Pony torture comin up in dis chapter!!! *evil grin*
Thanks also to MissLKid and Ponyboysgirl! :o)
Disclaimer: i REPEAT (from previous chapters, lol) i don't own ANY characters from the "Outsiders". Argh- these disclaimers are really getting annoying~
~*~DARRY'S POV~*~
I drove back home quickly after work, knowing Soda would be lonely by himself at home. I hoped Steve or somebody was keeping him company. He was taking it the hardest of all of us about Pony having to leave.
I sighed. I had gone to the State today, trying to get permission to let him come home sooner, as I had the day before, but again, they had adamantly refused. I was glad I hadn't mentioned my going there to anyone. They didn't need any false hope.
I arrived at home, and walked up the front steps. I opened the as- always unlocked door, and went in. I grinned when I saw the gang sprawled in front of the television; that meant Soda wasn't alone.
"Hey everyone," I called. They turned around.
"Hey Darry," said Two-bit, giving me one of his comical grins.
"Where's Soda?" I asked, looking around. I wasn't really worried; he was probably in the kitchen whipping up another of his too-sugary chocolate cakes.
"I thought he was with you," replied Steve.
"With me?" I echoed. "I haven't seen him since this morning."
We all stared at each other. My heart started beating faster.
"None of you know where he is?"
They all shook their heads.
"He went back here after work," supplied Steve. "But he wasn't home when we came, which was about five thirty."
I could hardly breathe. Not Soda too! If I couldn't find him, the State would take him away to some foster home too. I would probably never see them again. I started to panic.
"Darry, don't worry. He's probably just at the Dingo with Sandy or something," said Two-bit, getting up and walking over to me.
I ignored him and started pacing around the small living room, clenching and unclenching my fists. Where WAS he?
Suddenly, the door squeaked open. I looked up. It was Soda. I felt a wave of relief, and then of anger.
"Where the FUCK have you been?" I shouted. I seldom use swear words, but I was so angry I couldn't think straight. I could never control my temper.
"Darry, please don't start," said Soda tiredly, not even looking up at me. He sounded near tears, and I felt my anger ebb away as I heard him. I walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Pepsi-cola?"
I felt his shoulders shake, and he shook his head, shrugging my hand off. Before I could do anything, he ran out of the living room and into his room.
I looked around at the gang. They looked as baffled as me.
"Look everyone, let's call this a night," I said. They understood immediately, getting up.
"See you tomorrow, Dar," said Johnny as they walked out of the house.
"Bye."
I closed the door behind them and quickly headed to Soda's bedroom.
My kid brother was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking down at the floor when I walked in. I started getting worried again. I had never seen Soda that down before.
I sat down next to him wordlessly, letting him know I was there for him. I knew he would start talking soon.
"I proposed to Sandy," he said finally.
"What happened?" I asked him, as gently as I could.
The tears he had obviously been trying to hold back overflowed. I pulled him into a hug.
"She said she didn't want to marry at sixteen and she was moving to Florida to live with her grandmother forever," he bawled. I rubbed his back, letting him cry all he wanted.
I didn't know what to think. Part of me was furious at Sandy for breaking Soda's heart, but the other part understood her. Sandy wasn't the type of girl to marry at sixteen and settle down. I knew she would move sooner or later, and I HAD warned him, but Soda hadn't wanted to listen.
However, I knew it wasn't a great time to say, "I told you so!"
I stayed with Soda until he fell asleep, and tucked him into bed. I sighed softly as I turned off the lights. I could see the silhouette of my brother, curled up miserably in his bed. I just wished mom and dad were alive. They always knew what to do, and how to comfort. I closed the door softly and went to bed myself.
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
School passed uneventfully. I walked back to Kevin's house, weighing my chances of escaping. I sighed. It was all just wishful thinking. I had contemplated running away countless times that day. It would never work. If I ran away, I would decimate my already minute chances of the State allowing me to return to Tulsa. Anyway, where would I go? I could probably carry a few days' supply of food with me, but what could I eat afterwards? I had no many to take care of myself. I sighed heavily again as I arrived at the house. I forced myself to walk in, although I wanted to run away as fast as I could din the opposite direction.
Luckily, Kevin wasn't home. I grabbed something quick to eat and headed to my room, getting out my homework.
My mind wondered as I looked down at the instructions for my English paper. I wondered how everyone was back in Tulsa. I sill felt guilty about sending that letter to Soda. Part of me hoped he had believed my lie, but the other part of me wished that he could find out about Kevin and rescue me from Murray. I smiled softly as I imagined Darry storming into the house, and Kevin running away. . .
I shook myself, coming reluctantly out of my daydream. I would never tell the gang, especially my brothers, about Kevin. I was already a burden to them. Darry had enough troubles, and there was no way I would add my problems to his.
Suddenly, I remembered that I had to cook Kevin's dinner. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. The only thing I could find in the fridge was microwavable pizza. I shrugged. It would have to do. I quickly defrosted it and popped it into the small microwave. I ate two slices and left the rest in the microwave for Kevin.
I went back into my room and read through the instructions to the essay I'd have to turn in tomorrow. I sighed, realizing I had forgotten to bring back any paper. I knew without having to look around that Kevin had not provided paper for me in my room. Kevin. A sudden idea came to me. Kevin would definitely have paper in his room. But did I dare to go in, after Kevin had so expressly forbidden me to enter?
It didn't matter, I reasoned. I wasn't going to poke around or anything. I'd just go in, grab a few sheets of paper, and run back out. I'd have plenty of warning and time to escape if Kevin suddenly arrived at the house.
A little nervously, I walked out of my room and into the corridor. I turned to the right room, my hand tentatively touching the doorknob. It turned easily and, my heart pounding in my throat, I walked in.
It was a normal room. Inside, it was a little dim. A single unmade bed was in the corner, with a wooden wardrobe and a table with drawers. A black electric light was on the bare table, and a small window with green curtains was on one wall. The paper had to be kept in the desk, I decided. I opened the drawer and found, as I had expected, a stack of white paper. I grabbed two sheets and shut the drawer quickly, making sure nothing looked like it had been disturbed.
I walked out of the room, closed the door tightly, and ran back into my room. I was still breathing a little more quickly than usual. I sat down at my table and put the paper down. I poised my blue pen over the paper, about to write, when the light in my room caused me to see something I had not noticed before in the dimness of Kevin's room. Tiny, black typed letters could be seen faintly from the other side of the paper.
It wasn't, as I had originally thought, blank paper. I stood up again, about to return to Kevin's room to put the papers back, when I stopped slowly, wondering what information the papers in front of me contained about my foster parent. I sat back down and curiously turned over the paper.
I knew what it was the second I saw it. I had studied governments in eighth grade in Social Studies class. I recognized the layout of the paper, and the stamp of the Murray State Court of Appeals. This was a trial document.
My eyes quickly skimmed through it.
"Full name: Kevin Hugo Skinner
Occupation: Workman
Age: 31
Convicted of: Child abuse and murder. . ."
I did a double take. CHILD ABUSE AND MURDER? I forced myself to continue reading.
"Crime: Beat an orphaned six year old girl to death. No obvious reason why. Police found him at the site of the scene holding a baseball bat, fully covered in her blood.
Pleaded guilty. . ."
The rest of the page was details of the murder. I skipped down to the bottom of the page.
"Sentence: 10 years in jail, and one month custody of a child."
My hands were shaking hard. I put the paper back down on the table. The document explained everything. I stood up. I was going to leave. I'd hitchhike back to Tulsa from here if it meant getting away from Kevin.
Not bothering to pack in my haste, I strode out of my room, into the living room, and finally reached the front door. I put my hand on the doorknob, but just as I was about to turn it, the door was flung open with such force, it hit my head hard. I fell backwards, landing on the hard, wooden floor. I groaned, my hand coming up to nurse the large bump that had appeared on my head. the first thing I saw was a pair of large brown shoes, uncomfortably close to me. My eyes traveled upwards fearfully. I knew who I would find standing in front of me.
Kevin towered over me. I scrambled to my feet. He put his face close to mine.
"Where did you think you were going, kid?" I could smell the beer on his breath, and my voice caught in my throat.
"Tryin' to run away, kid?"
I hated the way he said 'kid'. It was his way of showing that I was inferior to him, and that he could do anything to me.
I tried to back away from him, but he grabbed my arm. His strong grip was painfully bruising. I let out a small cry of pain as his hand tightened on a still-healing bruise from the Socs on my arm. He seemed to enjoy my pain. The sides of his thin lips curled slightly upwards, the closest expression to a smile I had ever seen on his face. The fact that it was there because of my pain made me shudder.
"Good little kids don't try to run away," he said, his words a little slurred in drunkenness. "Bad little kids need to be punished."
I tried desperately to get away from him, but his grip was firm. Keeping a hold on my arm, he started taking off his belt with his other hand. Terrified, I started to struggle again. It only made him angrier.
He finished taking his belt off at the same second I, by some miracle, struggled free.
In my rush to get away from him, I tripped on the carpet. I was so terrified I could hardly breathe. I could hear Kevin walking toward me. . .
LOL okay that was a really really really extremely totally horrible stupid lame ending but WUTEVER. Lol. Sorry. I have to get some work done or I'm screwed majorly.
Please review!
Killslay: Yeah, i totally agree about getting annoyed when OCs take over the whole story. Hey, what ARE Mary Sues anyways? Yup sorry i'm dumb. Hm. . . i'll try to write something in everyone's POV. I noticed i've only done Pony, Soda and Darry so far. Oh and also, can i ask you a few questions? You don't have to answer them, but i'm just interested if firstly, are u a girl or a guy, and secondly how old are you? Sorry. If you find them too personal, just ignore them and i won't ask you again. =D
Hell-Flame: LOL yea it was sooo freaky! In the dinner dance, Stephen GRABBED the front of my spaghetti strap and like, SHOVED a handful of glitter down my front!!! I was like WTF??? And i tried to put glitter down his shirt too, but his had a collar, so i couldn't so i ended up pouring it on his head. LOL.
Aislynn: Thanks for reviewing! I hope ur email thingy works soon!!!!!
MarLyG Riddle: Thanks a lot!! Hehe dun worry, much more Pony torture comin up in dis chapter!!! *evil grin*
Thanks also to MissLKid and Ponyboysgirl! :o)
Disclaimer: i REPEAT (from previous chapters, lol) i don't own ANY characters from the "Outsiders". Argh- these disclaimers are really getting annoying~
~*~DARRY'S POV~*~
I drove back home quickly after work, knowing Soda would be lonely by himself at home. I hoped Steve or somebody was keeping him company. He was taking it the hardest of all of us about Pony having to leave.
I sighed. I had gone to the State today, trying to get permission to let him come home sooner, as I had the day before, but again, they had adamantly refused. I was glad I hadn't mentioned my going there to anyone. They didn't need any false hope.
I arrived at home, and walked up the front steps. I opened the as- always unlocked door, and went in. I grinned when I saw the gang sprawled in front of the television; that meant Soda wasn't alone.
"Hey everyone," I called. They turned around.
"Hey Darry," said Two-bit, giving me one of his comical grins.
"Where's Soda?" I asked, looking around. I wasn't really worried; he was probably in the kitchen whipping up another of his too-sugary chocolate cakes.
"I thought he was with you," replied Steve.
"With me?" I echoed. "I haven't seen him since this morning."
We all stared at each other. My heart started beating faster.
"None of you know where he is?"
They all shook their heads.
"He went back here after work," supplied Steve. "But he wasn't home when we came, which was about five thirty."
I could hardly breathe. Not Soda too! If I couldn't find him, the State would take him away to some foster home too. I would probably never see them again. I started to panic.
"Darry, don't worry. He's probably just at the Dingo with Sandy or something," said Two-bit, getting up and walking over to me.
I ignored him and started pacing around the small living room, clenching and unclenching my fists. Where WAS he?
Suddenly, the door squeaked open. I looked up. It was Soda. I felt a wave of relief, and then of anger.
"Where the FUCK have you been?" I shouted. I seldom use swear words, but I was so angry I couldn't think straight. I could never control my temper.
"Darry, please don't start," said Soda tiredly, not even looking up at me. He sounded near tears, and I felt my anger ebb away as I heard him. I walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Pepsi-cola?"
I felt his shoulders shake, and he shook his head, shrugging my hand off. Before I could do anything, he ran out of the living room and into his room.
I looked around at the gang. They looked as baffled as me.
"Look everyone, let's call this a night," I said. They understood immediately, getting up.
"See you tomorrow, Dar," said Johnny as they walked out of the house.
"Bye."
I closed the door behind them and quickly headed to Soda's bedroom.
My kid brother was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking down at the floor when I walked in. I started getting worried again. I had never seen Soda that down before.
I sat down next to him wordlessly, letting him know I was there for him. I knew he would start talking soon.
"I proposed to Sandy," he said finally.
"What happened?" I asked him, as gently as I could.
The tears he had obviously been trying to hold back overflowed. I pulled him into a hug.
"She said she didn't want to marry at sixteen and she was moving to Florida to live with her grandmother forever," he bawled. I rubbed his back, letting him cry all he wanted.
I didn't know what to think. Part of me was furious at Sandy for breaking Soda's heart, but the other part understood her. Sandy wasn't the type of girl to marry at sixteen and settle down. I knew she would move sooner or later, and I HAD warned him, but Soda hadn't wanted to listen.
However, I knew it wasn't a great time to say, "I told you so!"
I stayed with Soda until he fell asleep, and tucked him into bed. I sighed softly as I turned off the lights. I could see the silhouette of my brother, curled up miserably in his bed. I just wished mom and dad were alive. They always knew what to do, and how to comfort. I closed the door softly and went to bed myself.
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
School passed uneventfully. I walked back to Kevin's house, weighing my chances of escaping. I sighed. It was all just wishful thinking. I had contemplated running away countless times that day. It would never work. If I ran away, I would decimate my already minute chances of the State allowing me to return to Tulsa. Anyway, where would I go? I could probably carry a few days' supply of food with me, but what could I eat afterwards? I had no many to take care of myself. I sighed heavily again as I arrived at the house. I forced myself to walk in, although I wanted to run away as fast as I could din the opposite direction.
Luckily, Kevin wasn't home. I grabbed something quick to eat and headed to my room, getting out my homework.
My mind wondered as I looked down at the instructions for my English paper. I wondered how everyone was back in Tulsa. I sill felt guilty about sending that letter to Soda. Part of me hoped he had believed my lie, but the other part of me wished that he could find out about Kevin and rescue me from Murray. I smiled softly as I imagined Darry storming into the house, and Kevin running away. . .
I shook myself, coming reluctantly out of my daydream. I would never tell the gang, especially my brothers, about Kevin. I was already a burden to them. Darry had enough troubles, and there was no way I would add my problems to his.
Suddenly, I remembered that I had to cook Kevin's dinner. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. The only thing I could find in the fridge was microwavable pizza. I shrugged. It would have to do. I quickly defrosted it and popped it into the small microwave. I ate two slices and left the rest in the microwave for Kevin.
I went back into my room and read through the instructions to the essay I'd have to turn in tomorrow. I sighed, realizing I had forgotten to bring back any paper. I knew without having to look around that Kevin had not provided paper for me in my room. Kevin. A sudden idea came to me. Kevin would definitely have paper in his room. But did I dare to go in, after Kevin had so expressly forbidden me to enter?
It didn't matter, I reasoned. I wasn't going to poke around or anything. I'd just go in, grab a few sheets of paper, and run back out. I'd have plenty of warning and time to escape if Kevin suddenly arrived at the house.
A little nervously, I walked out of my room and into the corridor. I turned to the right room, my hand tentatively touching the doorknob. It turned easily and, my heart pounding in my throat, I walked in.
It was a normal room. Inside, it was a little dim. A single unmade bed was in the corner, with a wooden wardrobe and a table with drawers. A black electric light was on the bare table, and a small window with green curtains was on one wall. The paper had to be kept in the desk, I decided. I opened the drawer and found, as I had expected, a stack of white paper. I grabbed two sheets and shut the drawer quickly, making sure nothing looked like it had been disturbed.
I walked out of the room, closed the door tightly, and ran back into my room. I was still breathing a little more quickly than usual. I sat down at my table and put the paper down. I poised my blue pen over the paper, about to write, when the light in my room caused me to see something I had not noticed before in the dimness of Kevin's room. Tiny, black typed letters could be seen faintly from the other side of the paper.
It wasn't, as I had originally thought, blank paper. I stood up again, about to return to Kevin's room to put the papers back, when I stopped slowly, wondering what information the papers in front of me contained about my foster parent. I sat back down and curiously turned over the paper.
I knew what it was the second I saw it. I had studied governments in eighth grade in Social Studies class. I recognized the layout of the paper, and the stamp of the Murray State Court of Appeals. This was a trial document.
My eyes quickly skimmed through it.
"Full name: Kevin Hugo Skinner
Occupation: Workman
Age: 31
Convicted of: Child abuse and murder. . ."
I did a double take. CHILD ABUSE AND MURDER? I forced myself to continue reading.
"Crime: Beat an orphaned six year old girl to death. No obvious reason why. Police found him at the site of the scene holding a baseball bat, fully covered in her blood.
Pleaded guilty. . ."
The rest of the page was details of the murder. I skipped down to the bottom of the page.
"Sentence: 10 years in jail, and one month custody of a child."
My hands were shaking hard. I put the paper back down on the table. The document explained everything. I stood up. I was going to leave. I'd hitchhike back to Tulsa from here if it meant getting away from Kevin.
Not bothering to pack in my haste, I strode out of my room, into the living room, and finally reached the front door. I put my hand on the doorknob, but just as I was about to turn it, the door was flung open with such force, it hit my head hard. I fell backwards, landing on the hard, wooden floor. I groaned, my hand coming up to nurse the large bump that had appeared on my head. the first thing I saw was a pair of large brown shoes, uncomfortably close to me. My eyes traveled upwards fearfully. I knew who I would find standing in front of me.
Kevin towered over me. I scrambled to my feet. He put his face close to mine.
"Where did you think you were going, kid?" I could smell the beer on his breath, and my voice caught in my throat.
"Tryin' to run away, kid?"
I hated the way he said 'kid'. It was his way of showing that I was inferior to him, and that he could do anything to me.
I tried to back away from him, but he grabbed my arm. His strong grip was painfully bruising. I let out a small cry of pain as his hand tightened on a still-healing bruise from the Socs on my arm. He seemed to enjoy my pain. The sides of his thin lips curled slightly upwards, the closest expression to a smile I had ever seen on his face. The fact that it was there because of my pain made me shudder.
"Good little kids don't try to run away," he said, his words a little slurred in drunkenness. "Bad little kids need to be punished."
I tried desperately to get away from him, but his grip was firm. Keeping a hold on my arm, he started taking off his belt with his other hand. Terrified, I started to struggle again. It only made him angrier.
He finished taking his belt off at the same second I, by some miracle, struggled free.
In my rush to get away from him, I tripped on the carpet. I was so terrified I could hardly breathe. I could hear Kevin walking toward me. . .
LOL okay that was a really really really extremely totally horrible stupid lame ending but WUTEVER. Lol. Sorry. I have to get some work done or I'm screwed majorly.
Please review!