I hope you guys haven't forgotten all about me..^_^ I'm back!!!
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Skye's POV
My father didn't visit me. I was disappointed but not surprised. My father cared for nothing and no one but himself. He paid for the house I lived in and my bills but I never saw him. My mother died when I was young so that when I was released from the hospital later in the day.I had nothing to wear but the hospital gown.
My car was still at my house, I'd have to walk dammit.
As I left the hospital many men watched me in awe, staring with their little buggy eyes. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. Did I look that strange? Finally a real smart ass said, "Nice ass. I wouldn't mind a piece of that." I froze. The fact that there was no back to a hospital gown hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Shit!" I swore and squeezed my temples. It hurt to walk and the painkillers were wearing off.
I needed advil but the thought of entering a store dressed like a complete bum made me quake in shame.
"Hell naw." A guy whooped, jumped out of his friend's car and ran over to me, "When did nurse Barbie get to town?"
I flinched and stopped in my tracks.
The greaser was having the time of his life, "I like big butts and I cannot lie.."
"Shut it grease!" I yelled before I lunged at him.
I was caught off guard by strong arms around my waist, "Carson.."
I almost screamed my fury, "Greaser you're gonna die!"
"Two Bit what the hell did you do to her?" Dallas's hand clamped over my mouth and I hoped he couldn't feel my cheeks burning. (the ones on my face, I mean.)
"Nuthin'. I was just commenting on the view." The greaser shrugged, grinning. I snarled at him.
"Lets go, the Curtis's house is 'round here. Maybe you'll fit Ponyboy's stuff." Two Bit said. The first helpful comment he'd leaked so far.
I jerked away from Dally's hands, "fine."
Two Bit led the way tryng to compose a song about how much he like blondes.
Dallas walked semi respectively behind me. Sure, he was sheltering my ass from the view of strangers but I didn't exactly want him checking out my butt either.
This dilemma made me sigh and follow meekly. I could feel Dally's stare on my back, as hot as fire.
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"Thanks, Curtis. You dig okay, kid." I winked at Ponyboy taking the black tank, red plaid over shirt, and gray sweats. My mood was significantly improved.
The shirt was tight around my newly flat stomach and a little short so that my midriff showed like a strip of tan silk. The sweats were so worn that they sank low on my slim hips.
I fixed my golden locks and my cheeks flushed with happiness at my reflection. I had missed being normal.
I walked into the room where Dallas and Pony were seated with their friends. Steve Randall gawked and Soda elbowed him playfully as I entered.
Two Bit looked up from his mickey mouse cartoon to watch me cross the room.
It was still a little painful but I sat down beside Ponyboy, feeling the silence descend upon me.
"Thanks, Ponyboy And I'm sorry about.. yesterday." I threw my arm around the kid's neck and watched him blush hotly.
"It was nuthin'" He murmured.
The of course was accompanied by loud cat calls, "Glory, Ponyboy!"
"Hot Diggity Damn!"
"ow OW!"
I rolled my eyes and whispered to Ponyboy, "I'm gonna get going."
He flinched, trying not to laugh as my breath tickled his ear.
"Okay", was all Ponyboy could manage, sinking into shyness.
As I slowly rose I said, "Bye. thanks Everyone!"
Dallas caught my eye from the corner, he hadn't said a word the whole time.
I turned swiftly away from his knowing gaze, rushing for the door.
I knew my way deeper into greaser territory by heart, and as I walked I steeled myself. No more fun happy Skye. It was all going to be rough and tough and darkness now. All swearing the threats and danger. My pace quickened.
A hand grabbed my shoulder roughly. I spun and kicked violently.
But my attacker sidestepped quickly, shouting, "You little bitch, Carson."
"Dallas?" I asked, hesitant.
"Yah" Dally stepped into the light of a streetlamp, his dangerous mood paralleling my own.
"What do you want, grea- I mean, what do you want?!" I stammered turning my cool gaze away.
"Where do you think your going?"He demanded angrily.
"Why should I tell you?" I snapped, my blonde hair blowing into my face by a sudden draft.
"Because. You just got outta that hell. (hospital) Just go home." Dallas told me fiercely, standing in my way.
"Don't you tell me what to do, Dallas Winston. I can take care of myself just fine, dammit." I shouldered past him, my face livid with anger.
"Where are you goin?!" Dallas asked after me, the expression on his face unreadable. But his eyes blazed.
I shrugged, knowing my answer would only serve to anger him further.
"Carson." The name fell from Dally's lips like molten lava. Searing and hot.
Dally shook me until I could feel my teeth rattle inside my head. His hands were cold on my shoulder, though I stared up at him in wonder.
"Are you.*concerned* about me?" I asked as the thought finally registered in my head.
Dallas was quick to deny, "No. Why would I be concerned about a smart ass like you. Darry wanted me to follow you home."
His words bit like ice. And though I wouldn't admit it.they had smothered a small hope that had begun to rise in my chest.
I pulled his hands from my shoulder and turned away.
"Fine. You wanna know where I'm headed, fine." I started walking smoothly, "I'm going to find Ace."
Even as I said his name a picture of a handsome greaser came to my mind. But no, tonite would not be for romance. Tonite I would make him pay for making me pregnant and not being there. Oh yes.
And as the wind howled in the trees I turned my back on Dallas and everyone else.
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Skye's POV
My father didn't visit me. I was disappointed but not surprised. My father cared for nothing and no one but himself. He paid for the house I lived in and my bills but I never saw him. My mother died when I was young so that when I was released from the hospital later in the day.I had nothing to wear but the hospital gown.
My car was still at my house, I'd have to walk dammit.
As I left the hospital many men watched me in awe, staring with their little buggy eyes. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. Did I look that strange? Finally a real smart ass said, "Nice ass. I wouldn't mind a piece of that." I froze. The fact that there was no back to a hospital gown hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Shit!" I swore and squeezed my temples. It hurt to walk and the painkillers were wearing off.
I needed advil but the thought of entering a store dressed like a complete bum made me quake in shame.
"Hell naw." A guy whooped, jumped out of his friend's car and ran over to me, "When did nurse Barbie get to town?"
I flinched and stopped in my tracks.
The greaser was having the time of his life, "I like big butts and I cannot lie.."
"Shut it grease!" I yelled before I lunged at him.
I was caught off guard by strong arms around my waist, "Carson.."
I almost screamed my fury, "Greaser you're gonna die!"
"Two Bit what the hell did you do to her?" Dallas's hand clamped over my mouth and I hoped he couldn't feel my cheeks burning. (the ones on my face, I mean.)
"Nuthin'. I was just commenting on the view." The greaser shrugged, grinning. I snarled at him.
"Lets go, the Curtis's house is 'round here. Maybe you'll fit Ponyboy's stuff." Two Bit said. The first helpful comment he'd leaked so far.
I jerked away from Dally's hands, "fine."
Two Bit led the way tryng to compose a song about how much he like blondes.
Dallas walked semi respectively behind me. Sure, he was sheltering my ass from the view of strangers but I didn't exactly want him checking out my butt either.
This dilemma made me sigh and follow meekly. I could feel Dally's stare on my back, as hot as fire.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~later~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thanks, Curtis. You dig okay, kid." I winked at Ponyboy taking the black tank, red plaid over shirt, and gray sweats. My mood was significantly improved.
The shirt was tight around my newly flat stomach and a little short so that my midriff showed like a strip of tan silk. The sweats were so worn that they sank low on my slim hips.
I fixed my golden locks and my cheeks flushed with happiness at my reflection. I had missed being normal.
I walked into the room where Dallas and Pony were seated with their friends. Steve Randall gawked and Soda elbowed him playfully as I entered.
Two Bit looked up from his mickey mouse cartoon to watch me cross the room.
It was still a little painful but I sat down beside Ponyboy, feeling the silence descend upon me.
"Thanks, Ponyboy And I'm sorry about.. yesterday." I threw my arm around the kid's neck and watched him blush hotly.
"It was nuthin'" He murmured.
The of course was accompanied by loud cat calls, "Glory, Ponyboy!"
"Hot Diggity Damn!"
"ow OW!"
I rolled my eyes and whispered to Ponyboy, "I'm gonna get going."
He flinched, trying not to laugh as my breath tickled his ear.
"Okay", was all Ponyboy could manage, sinking into shyness.
As I slowly rose I said, "Bye. thanks Everyone!"
Dallas caught my eye from the corner, he hadn't said a word the whole time.
I turned swiftly away from his knowing gaze, rushing for the door.
I knew my way deeper into greaser territory by heart, and as I walked I steeled myself. No more fun happy Skye. It was all going to be rough and tough and darkness now. All swearing the threats and danger. My pace quickened.
A hand grabbed my shoulder roughly. I spun and kicked violently.
But my attacker sidestepped quickly, shouting, "You little bitch, Carson."
"Dallas?" I asked, hesitant.
"Yah" Dally stepped into the light of a streetlamp, his dangerous mood paralleling my own.
"What do you want, grea- I mean, what do you want?!" I stammered turning my cool gaze away.
"Where do you think your going?"He demanded angrily.
"Why should I tell you?" I snapped, my blonde hair blowing into my face by a sudden draft.
"Because. You just got outta that hell. (hospital) Just go home." Dallas told me fiercely, standing in my way.
"Don't you tell me what to do, Dallas Winston. I can take care of myself just fine, dammit." I shouldered past him, my face livid with anger.
"Where are you goin?!" Dallas asked after me, the expression on his face unreadable. But his eyes blazed.
I shrugged, knowing my answer would only serve to anger him further.
"Carson." The name fell from Dally's lips like molten lava. Searing and hot.
Dally shook me until I could feel my teeth rattle inside my head. His hands were cold on my shoulder, though I stared up at him in wonder.
"Are you.*concerned* about me?" I asked as the thought finally registered in my head.
Dallas was quick to deny, "No. Why would I be concerned about a smart ass like you. Darry wanted me to follow you home."
His words bit like ice. And though I wouldn't admit it.they had smothered a small hope that had begun to rise in my chest.
I pulled his hands from my shoulder and turned away.
"Fine. You wanna know where I'm headed, fine." I started walking smoothly, "I'm going to find Ace."
Even as I said his name a picture of a handsome greaser came to my mind. But no, tonite would not be for romance. Tonite I would make him pay for making me pregnant and not being there. Oh yes.
And as the wind howled in the trees I turned my back on Dallas and everyone else.