Title- A No Title Jess

Chapter Title- Good-Byes

Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

Well, they were right. It wasn't enough to keep Soda here with me. Of course, what had I expected? I am Jessica Curtis, one of the most unluckiest people on the planet. I did everything in my power to keep him here. I cried, I yelled, I stomped my feet, but it wasn't going to work. They didn't care what I did. They were taking Soda away from me.

So, there we were. I had to say good-bye to him. I held the tears back, I didn't want to say good-bye or cry. I felt the tears sting my eyes. 'I'm not gonna cry,' I repeated in my head. I hugged him and I didn't want to let go.

"You can't go. I won't let you go." I let the tears come out. I couldn't handle it. I just wanted to die. I didn't want to go on.

"I need to, I'll be home as soon as I can," he told me. We kissed; I didn't even know how I was breathing.

"You gotta write to me, I'll write to you. I swear I'll tell you everythin' about the twins." He nodded.

"Bye Jessi," he said. He gave me another hug and kiss.

"I love you," I told him. I wiped away the tears that pouring silently from my eyes. They were quickly replaced by new ones.

"I love you too," he responded. I couldn't look at him any longer. Well, just because my vision was becoming blurry. Ronnie started to cry so I went to go see what the problem was. I checked Nate first. He needed a diaper change. So did Ronnie, I changed them both.

I had heard somebody following me, but I didn't think anything of it. Once in a while they just made sure I was okay. I almost dropped Ronnie one night because I was so upset.

"Jessi, I'm really gonna miss you," Soda said. He pulled me into another hug. He kissed me again.

"Bye," he told me after letting go of me.

"See ya," I wasn't going to say good-bye. Good-bye made it seem like I would never see him again. He walked out of the bedroom and I went onto the bed. I rolled onto my stomach and pulled the covers over my head. I didn't really sleep. I could hear the Ronnie cry once in a while. Finally, somebody came in. I heard the cradles being moved out of the room. I don't know how long I spent under the covers, but it was a long time. I only came out when it was dark, only to use the bathroom.

One day, I was half-asleep when I felt somebody climb on the mattress. The person pulled the covers off of me.

"You better get the hell outta bed," a girl's voice said. I rolled onto my back. I saw Sara staring at me.

"Why are you here?" I asked her.

"Steve called me. He said you've been like this for 5 days. You better do something; I will not let you waste away to nothing. So, get up and take a shower. I'm gonna make you some food. You are really thin. You look sick," she told me. That was the most I ever heard out of her mouth. She also sounded bossy, she wasn't a bossy person. She was the type of person that you could get to do anything.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, I did look sick. I was awfully pale and abnormally skinny. My hair was greasy, but that's because I hadn't showered in 5 days. I got into the shower then I came out. I got dressed in some clothes. Sara was an amazing cook. I could eat forever on her food, and I don't like to eat.

"You know that boy of yours? He doesn't cry, what's with that?"

"I don't know, his sister cries for him. It's kind of funny. When she cries, check him first," I told her. She made sure I was doing okay and then left. I thanked her, and then I went to make sure the twins were okay.

There was nothing to do. I couldn't go to DX because he wouldn't be there. There wasn't a lot to do here. There never was, but I used to be able to go to DX, to see him. I don't want to say his name. I'm afraid of all the pain it might bring. I don't want any pain, anymore then what I was already experiencing. I told him that I would write, but there was nothing to write about. It was so boring here.

Wait, that's it. It's boring here, but, what if I go on I little vacation to get away from here. Maybe if I go somewhere else. I'd borrow Steve's car; well maybe, I'd borrow it without asking. I know that sounds like I'm going back to my kleptomaniac ways, but I'm not. I knew Steve would never let me use it. I'd write them a note and I'd take the twins. Now, where was I going to go? Well, New York was an option. I didn't want to go there because it wasn't the kind of place I'd want infants. Besides, I didn't want to run into Danielle or any of her family. I left them in an awkward way. I wrote up the note I'd leave for them.

Hey-

I know you must think I'm crazy. I'm leaving with my kids. I will come back; I just needed a little break from this. Sorry I took your car Steve, I will bring it back with a full tank of gas. I won't be long and IF SODA FINDS OUT ABOUT ANY OF THIS, I WILL PERSONALLY KILL YOU.

-Jess

Steve drove himself to school that day, so I wasn't worrying about getting the car. He stopped by here everyday to check on me. Hey, just because I acted dead didn't mean I couldn't hear people. I got the car seats ready and put the twins in them. Steve came by and carelessly put his keys on the coffee table. I took them without anybody noticing, made sure the note was visible on my bed and quickly buckled the car seats into the car.

I got into the car and started to drive. Steve came out and looked at me, dumbstruck.

"Jessica, you better come back here with that car!" he yelled at me.

"Check my bed!" I yelled back. I drove down the road with no idea where I was going to go.