Chapter 5

Again, I don't own any of the characters from The Outsiders, only the ones you do not recognize.

Two months later

The house was as quiet as ever the last few months, with people not coming and going anymore. Well, except for Johnny. It became natural for him to spend the night on the fold out couch on a regular basis. But I hadn't seen my father in forever and a day. I actually believed that he forgot about me and moved somewhere else to start a new life.

That was until he came back.

Who knew that he would come back? I was just lying on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, when I heard the door slam open. At first I thought it was a burgular, but I was proven wrong.

"Olivia! Where are you!" he bellowed in his loud voice. I didn't want to get up from the bed, but I knew he would come up for me anyway. "Olivia! Get down here! OLIVIA!"

Slowly getting up from my bed, I opened my door and slowly walked down the stairs, feeling a chill run through my spine. I closed my eyes as I felt my foot hit the bottom step.

"Where have you been?" he asked, towering over me. I almost forgot how tall and menacing he looked, but in a way we both looked the same. Before it all happened, people used to tell me I looked just like him. But now his face was hard and cold with no emotions except for fury and hate.

"I've been here dad." I said, pretty softly. One smart remark and I would get a slap to the face.

"You never came down to visit me, you're supposed to be my daughter."

"I'm sorry. I've been really busy with school." His eyes narrowed at this statement, and all I could think was oh shit.

"Oh, I see. Your father isn't that important anymore." he said. "Who was the one who fed you, put clothes on your back, gave you shelter?"

"You were." I whispered.

He gave me another hard look before speaking again.

"Get me a shot." he said, taking off his jacket and throwing it on the couch.

"Dad, no. Don't." I said, actually looking up. I cringed as he slapped me hard on my arm. The pain always got me to do it.

"I said get it for me!"

I practically ran to the kitchen in fear. Opening up the cabinet, I grabbed the closest bottle of brandy and poured him a glass. A tall one. Searching in the drawers, I grabbed his cigarettes and lighter before heading back to the living room, where he already made himself comfortable on the big armchair he claimed as his own.

"Now, leave until I call you." he said, taking the glass and pack and setting it on the table after taking a long drink.

I didn't even think about putting my shoes on, but at that moment I snuck out of the front door and began to run down the street.

Where I was heading, I had no clue. I only realized where I was going until I reached the empty lot where Johnny always was. It was dark now, but I was hoping to find him somewhere in the tall grass or maybe over by the wall.

I felt a shot of pain through my foot as I stepped on broken glass. At that point, all I could do was fall down on the cold ground and cry. Tears streaming down my face, I gripped my bare foot. How stupid could I be not to get shoes atleast. I mean, they were right there by the door. And why did my dad have to show up for a visit? Hello, he murdered people for Gods sake! Why the fuck would they release him?

"Johnny! Johnny!" I began to cry out helplessly. I was at my breaking point, I just couldn't take it anymore. "Johnny! Dally! Soda, Ponyboy, Two-Bit, anyone!" I continued, not getting any response. I was alone, and that was what I would be forever. No place to call my home or have my own.

It was so quiet, save for my stupid sobbing, until someone called out into the night.

"Olivia! Where are you!" I heard the voice of Johnny call.

"I'm here!" I yelled back, seeing him come closer. "Here!"

Johnny ran up to me, getting onto the ground.

"Olivia, what's wrong?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

"My dad's back Johnny. I don't know where to go." I blubbered. It seemed simple compared to the problems he had at home every day.

"Come with me. To the Curtis'. They'll give you a place to stay." he said, unwrapping his arms around me and looking into my eyes. "Here, let me help you up."

Johnny began to help me up and then noticed my foot was bleeding.

"Did you step on glass?" he asked, bending down to look at my foot.

"Yeah, here." I said, pulling on the bottom of my shirt until a rip formed and tearing it into a strip. I handed it to him. "Can you help me wrap it?" I asked. (A/N : Yes, I know it's weird. Just bear with me, okay?)

Wrapping my foot, he wrapped his arm around my waist as I put my arm on his shoulder. We began to walk out of the park, my head turned down to look out for more glass. Eventually getting to the Curtis' house, he banged on the door, it being opened by an unsuspected person. Well, scratch that. He was always there.

"What the hell happened to you two?" asked Two-Bit, opening the door to let us in.

"Okay, I'm done." said Darry, pulling out the last bit of glass from my foot. Goddammit, did it hurt!

"Oh, thank God" I said as he began to wrap my foot up with some gauze. Who knew he kept gauze?

"You best have it checked out though." he said, tying it up a final time. Getting up from the couch, he headed up the stairs and Johnny took his place at the couch, sitting close. I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I hate doctors." I said, smiling. "They always find a way to hurt you more."

"Do you want to get infected?" he asked?

"Yesss"

It was quiet for a little bit. Oddly quiet. I hated akward silences, so I lifted my head and kissed Johnny Cade on his cheek.

"Thanks."

Aughhh! I have huge writers block! Does anybody have any suggestions? Because this story seems to be getting extremely crappy, or is it just me? Anyway, make sure to review!