I'm back! Told ya I would update quickly. I wanna give thanks to Kawaii-Chibi-Kai because she really helps give me ideas. She'll share a story with me and I will think, "Hey I could turn that into a good story!" So we help each other out and so Kawaii thanks!
Disclaimer: This seems familiar. (sigh) Sadly enough I do NOT own The Outsiders. The marvelous fantastic brilliant S.E Hinton does! I just own the plot.
Chapter 2
A six year old
Steve Randle watched as his father entered his room. He smelled
heavily of alcohol and had a sick grin on his face.
Steve backed
up until he hit the bed. Terror was present in his eyes. He wouldn't
cry though. Dad would just hurt him more if he cried.
"Why don't you lie down son?" slurred his father. Steve almost gagged as the smell of whiskey hit his nostrils.
"I don't want to lie down." He said shaking slightly.
His father looked at him with narrowed angry eyes. "When I tell you to do something ya do it!" he yelled.
Steve stayed
where he was looking at his drunken dad fearfully. His dad growled
gripping his arm painfully and pushing him roughly on the bed.
"Now
be good."
Soda was looking at Steve with watery eyes and soon tears were spilling from his eyes.
"Oh my god Steve!" he said. Soda clutched onto Steve and Steve had dragged him into an empty alley. Any crying and hugging could wreck both their reps.
"You were raped man! You were fuckin raped!"
Steve held Soda close. "Hey, it's ok." "It's over." He gently pushed Soda back looking at him. "You ok?" he asked.
Soda nodded sniffing and wiping his eyes. "God Steve," he said. "I would have just slipped away." "I would have just huddled in a corner and cried and felt sorry for myself." He looked up at his best friend. "But you, Steve, you're different." "You didn't mope you locked up. You wouldn't let anyone in and you held all the pain and anger and stuff inside you."
Steve shrugged. "Only thing I could have done."
Soda frowned at him. "God I'm sorry."
Steve's deep brown eyes widened. "Why are you sorry?" he asked. He placed his hands on Soda's shoulders. "Look, Soda, it wasn't your fault. You didn't do it. You couldn't stop it." Steve shrugged stuffing his hands in his pockets. "It just happened."
There ya go! – FS77