Thank you to TheCruiser9 for the help!
Chapter 7: Lives Ruined...
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Apparently, I had been spacing out again; just thinking of something different, just thinking of something better. Soda had to literally snap his fingers in my face to get me out of it--I must have been thinkin' real
deep.
"Oi--Steve…Hey, Steve!" he whispered frantically, "C'mon, we gotta go!"
"WHAT?" I hollered, snapping out of my trance. I felt confused and uneasy, my head was buzzing. Why was Soda fussing so much?
"Shh!" he hissed, "Your old man--remember? Shut up! He could be HOME!"
Realization suddenly hit me like a pile of bricks, "Oh Sh--"
--There were foot steps coming in the distance...
My old man... He was home!
Impending doom, the footsteps grew louder and louder, all the while heart raced faster and faster. A gruff voice penetrated the tensed silence, "Who's that? Who's there?"
I mentally kicked myself, How could I have been so stupid?
Soda frantically motioned for me to grab some of the bags. I shoved the photo into my pocket and swatted up three, leaving the rest to him.
Before I knew it, I was running for what could be easily said, as freedom.
But everything went by so fast... Out of the window. Through the back-yard. In the car. Down the street...
All the while... hearing, "Steve... Steve--I'm sorry... Steve! Steve--don't! Please! It's different now! Steve--I've changed!"
I couldn't hear the rest... we were already out of ear shot...
One thing I knew, I would never forget those words... those lies... ever. To my grave, I would remember them...
I felt ashamed when I realized the hot tears burning my cheeks. I was crying... because of HIM. The man I called my father, and his bloody wife too. I was ashamed of the reason I was crying, I was ashamed that I was
crying; Greasers don't cry.
I looked over at Sodapop, he was driving. He saw me crying--I was sure, but he didn't say anything. I guess he cried too sometimes or maybe he would have said something. Perhaps he didn't cry, perhaps he just didn't want to say anything, but either way, I was glad. I was glad that he didn't mock me for it… I hoped we wouldn't see Shepard.
That idiot of a man--thinking I'd really believe that after years of him--his torment, that I'd accept him as a father, no--my father. My idol.
No.
Never.
Not since the day I realized why my parents fought every night... since I realized why they were constantly drunk...
Three lives ruined...
Because of me...
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Well, there's the update... I know it's taken so long, but I've hit a few dead ends here and there, and I guess I'm lucky to be able to update right now... the reason: East Side Story just got deleted... why? I don't know... check out my profile for a better explanation, until then, here's thanks:
angelofmusic665: Yes, I finally updated. lol, hope you liked it! Thank you.
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MAtion: Haven't you flamed enough?
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TheCruiser9: Thanks for your help with this one!
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