Disclaimer:evil laugh:i own the whole universe so that means i own the outsiders too!
Sabrina: haha yeah okay...you own the outsiders when Felix decides to date a red head... (A/N: inside joke)
Me: -- anyways i don't own the song "Not Ready To Make Nice" the Dixie Chicks do. And i edited the song a little bit, so the whole lyrics are not part of the real song.
Chapter 7
"Not Ready To Make Nice"
Jenna's POV
As I walked around the park for the 3rd time I was getting more and more depressed. Dallas went psycho on me, and I thought I was doing the right thing. I do feel bad for messing around with his dates, but every time I try to forget about Dally hitting me, the pain on my cheek grows.
Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting
I sat down on a swing and began to pump. I remember the three dates I crashed like it was just yesterday. I thought what I did was right. I got hit pretty bad for what I did, but I'll keep getting hit just so that Dally won't leave me.
I'm through, with doubt,
There's nothing left for me to figure out,
I've paid a price, and I'll keep paying
I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should
Even when I was little I was still stubborn as hell. I remember when I was 8 and Dally was 10, and he was hanging out with his friends from the block.
-Flashback-
"Dally, wait for me!" I yelled when I saw my big brother walk away with his friends.
"C'mon Dal, I don't want that pip squeak coming along." One of Dally's friends said.
"We're just going to the pool guys. Why don't we just let her come?" Dally said. When I finally caught up with Dally his friends started to spray me with their water guns. I was completely soaked.
I grabbed a couple of rocks from the ground and threw it at them. While I threw the rocks, they would spray me with water or hit me with water balloons.
"Guys, stop it!" Dally said sternly.
"Whatever Dal, just go back home; we'll see you when we get back." Then Dally's friends continued down the block. His friends were still in sight, so I kept throwing anything I saw. Which involved: soda cans, sticks, and a sneaker that was lying on someone's lawn.
"Can you stop…" Dally said grabbing my arms so I can stop throwing things.
For the following years that I lived on the same block as the kids I would always terrorize their fun. Dally would enjoy seeing them get what they deserved for being mean to me, but then at times Dally would say that, that was enough.
-End of Flashback-
I know you said
Why can't you just get over it,
It turned my whole world around
and I kind of like it
I got off the swing and walked over to a big oak tree. I sat under the shade and started to reminisce about what happened early.
-Flashback-
"I crashed your date with Julie, Lena, and Vanessa on purpose!" I yelled.
My brother was shocked of what I did; he angrily got up from his chair and slowly walked up to me.
"Would you mind repeating that" Dally said glaring at me with his deep blue eyes, I couldn't even look at him anymore, I was too frightened.
"No" I muttered. Then suddenly he slaps me across the face. He hit me so hard that I fell to the ground.
"Why the fuck have you been messing with my dates!" He yelled grabbing onto my arms.
"Well I…" I began but he cut me off.
"No, shut up!" he paused, "I'm going to make damn sure…"
-End of Flashback-
I can't believe he would expect me to like someone I never even met in my life. When he starts to date girls I'm going to be stranded alone. And when I told Dally that I crashed his dates, I didn't think he would go far as to hit me, but I was wrong.
I made my bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
When a brother will teach his sister,
That she ought to like a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd hurt me
Saying that I better shut up
Or my life will be over
I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should
I shook my head vigorously, trying to keep the thought of Dally hating me from my mind. When I stopped moving my head, tears came flowing down my cheeks.
"What happened to you?" I looked up and a boy about my age stood in front of me.
"Nothing…" I said wiping my tears away with the back of my hand.
"Hey, you're Dally's sister, right?"
"Yeah…how do you know?"
"My brother told me" The boy then sat down beside me and brushed the hair out of my face. "You're real pretty, ya know that?"
I smiled and wiped away my tears one more time. When the boy gave me that compliment it reminded me of Dally…once again. I really want to see Dally again and throw away the memory of him hitting me. But even if I do become close to my brother again I'm still going to have a scar from his strike on my cheek. I'm going to wait awhile before I see him again though, because even when I think about my brother I feel hurt.
Finally coming back to reality I asked, "What's your name?"
"Curly Shepard"
Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting
Please R&R