Howdy. Oh I feel so special! I got like 8 reviews on chapter 8... That's fancy... Real sorry I couldn't get this up on Sunday like I promised, but my dad decided to paint our house and he took the computer down. I died without it, but luckily my friend Melissa reincarnated me by texting me a lot…
Disc: I don't own the Outsiders. Wait! checks mirror Am I Susie Hinton? Nope… So I don't own them… Poop...
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I sat in the back, wringing my hands as I watched the dark green van speed behind us.
"Darry? Whatever you do, don't stop driving. And don't take me to Melissa and Janie's house... I don't want him to know where I live now." I was trying to sound calm, but I was biting my tongue in attempt to stop myself from screaming.
"Got it. Can't I just go kick his skinny little-?"
"NO!" I released my tongue. "DON'T STOP DRIVING!" My hands were shaking real bad. Darry was strong, real strong, but Mac was clever. And strong.
"SAM!" I heard him scream from behind us. "I JUST WANNA TALK TO YOU!"
I snorted and refrained from yelling back, YEAH RIGHT. He didn't talk, he punched, and that's not good.
"GOD DAMN IT SAM!" Oh shit. He ended up beside the beat up truck. I could hear the anger in his voice.
"Mac just leave me alone! I don't need you or Trinny to survive, in case you haven't noticed. I can live anywhere I want, and I don't want to live with you." I hollered out the window. Mac only grinned and said, softer then before, "We'll see about that."
"Okay that's it." Darry pulled over to the curb and wrenched his door open.
"Darry," I warned him, but he didn't seem to hear me.
"Hey! Sam is in a really bad position-" Darry began while flexing his huge muscles.
"I don't need your shit, big man." Mac came out of the car and strode over to me. "I need to talk to that little bitch behind you. That stupid little idiot."
"DO NOT," I burst from the truck. "CALL ME A BITCH!" Running over to him, I slammed into his chest and, surprisingly, knocked him backward.
"Sam! Get the hell off!" He squirmed under me as I repeatedly smacked him. I didn't realize I wasn't hitting anything until I opened my eyes and saw that Darry was holding me up by my collar. I didn't care. All I wanted to do was cause Mac as much pain as possible.
"Darry! Let me go!" I wriggled away from him and leaped back on Mac, who was rubbing his jaw.
"No, stop." Darry said, almost as if he found the entire thing humorous. Once again, I was lifted off my feet and set back down gently.
"Let me handle this." Darry said quietly.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Mac quickly picked himself off the ground and showed off what muscle he had. "I could've killed her to nothing."
"That's the point, dumbass." Darry circled him slowly, sizing him up. "And if I were you, I wouldn't be getting on my bad side."
Mac snorted. "And why not?"
"You'll see." Darry threw off his jacket and finished with, "Give me the first blow."
Mac grinned and wound up his fist. I closed my eyes, but decided against it and they flew open again. Mac threw a powerful punch to Darry's temple. Damn. If that was me, I would've been down in a second. If that was anyone else, come to think of it. But Darry just stood there and barely moved.
"And that's the best you've got?" Darry laughed quietly. "You think you're good? What were you planning on doing to Sam if I wasn't here, huh?" God, I don't even wanna know what he was gonna do to me.
"Nunya business, smarty." He was pulling his arm back for another shot. His punch erupted like as if it was on a spring and Darry caught it almost gracefully about an inch in front of his face.
"God, that's pretty sad. Now I don't wanta be the one to punch you, so I'm gonna make you punch yourself." Darry laughed and twisted Mac's arm around and gave him a hard blow to the cheek with his own fist. Mac yelped with pain and collapsed to his knees. Geez. That was only one punch!
"God damn!" Mac clutched his face and ran back to his car.
"Wait, wait, wait. We're not done yet." Darry chased after him and pulled him back. "We're not nearly done." He motioned for me to come closer. I cautiously walked toward him, my fists raised.
"Now, since Sam is my little brother's girlfriend, I'm gonna let her have some fun too." He pulled Mac over to me and waited. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to knock the shit out of him, but I didn't.
"I, uh, can't." I know I hit him a million times before, but that's when he could fight back. I couldn't stand the sight of him being held back and placed in front of me like a punching bag.
"And why not?" Darry demanded, shaking the piece of filth he was holding by the collar.
"I just can't. I may hate his stinkin' guts, but he's still my brother." The look in Mac's eyes softened momentarily, but hardened quickly.
"Just lemme go all right?" He mumbled. "I won't hurt her. I'll leave her alone." Darry shot him a look of hatred then threw him a couple feet.
"Just stay away from her, alright? Sam is a good kid, and you're not." He walked casually back to his truck and told me, "I've gotta go to work…"
In the car, it was pretty awkward. I couldn't figure out what to say.
"Thanks." I finally managed to choke out.
"No problem. Hey, Janie and Melissa are probably real worried about you."
Honestly, I'm more worried about Melissa and Soda. She was real freaked yesterday. But I didn't tell Darry this. I silently wished Pony was there so I could talk to someone. I never had much to do with Darry, whenever I went to see Pony he was at work, or sleeping.
"Uh, yeah. Did you hear about her and Soda?" I figured he must've right?
"What, like they're dating?" He chuckled. "Duh."
"No, I mean about uh, the baby." He stopped the car suddenly and looked at me, a determined set to his eyes.
"What?"
"Oh, Soda didn't tell you?" I was beginning to regret the fact that I brought it up. Soda probably didn't want to tell him. "Melissa's pregnant."
"She is, is she?" Darry got the car going again and didn't speak for the rest of the ride, but his jaw was clenched tightly the whole time.
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"SODAPOP CURTIS!" Darry yelled when he dropped me off at the apartment. I wanted to tell him not to yell, because it might startle Melissa, but I'm feeling pretty scared of him at the moment.
"Yeah?" Soda popped his head out of the house and smiled when he saw me. "Where've ya been, kiddo?"
"I could say the same about you!" Darry said. "Pony said you were at Steves!"
"Oh, well, about that…" Soda looked real uncomfortable. I could tell he wasn't yelled at much.
"And what is this Sam tells me? About a baby?" Darry was getting real angry, and I wanted to just dig a hole in the dirt and hide there.
"Sam?" Soda looked at me reproachfully and shook his head. "I was gonna tell you soon. I just had to spend some time with Mellie…"
"I don't wanna hear excuses. Now, you are coming home." It's pretty weird to hear a 17 year old being told to go home, like as if he was getting a time-out.
"No. I'm 18 years-"
"17." Darry interrupted.
"Almost 18 then and I can choose what I can do. My girlfriend is going to have a baby, and I think it's important that I stay with her at the present time." He twiddled his thumbs, so I could tell he was real nervous, even though he sounded confident.
"Soda? What's goin' on?" Janie walked out, holding a pot and a bottle. She was apparently cooking.
"Oh nothing. Me and Soda are just having a friendly argument between brothers." Darry said, smiling.
"Oh, Sam! Where've ya bin? We've bin real worried." Janie turned her attention to me and rushed over to hug me.
"Well, I just got tired and took a nap at the Curtis house." I answered calmly. Darry was starting to get a real big bruise on his cheek where Mac hit him.
Darry gave Soda a look that said clearly, We'll finish this later., and drove off without another word.
"Green or mint?" I could just register Melissa's voice from in the kitchen. She was asking me what kind of tea I wanted.
"Mint. Loads of sugar, kay?" I smiled. I'm so glad she's feeling better. Or, I hope she is. I wish Pony was here. Soda is walking around with his hands on Melissa's waist and Janie disappeared into the bedroom with Two-Bit. What am I supposed to do? Homework, great. Another reason Pony should be here.
"What's 88 percentof 450?" I screamed over my shoulder to Melissa. I could've figured it out, but I don't have a calculator
"396." Melissa hollered back from wherever she was.
"Thanks." I whispered so only I could hear. Maybe I should call Ponyboy… Maybe he won't mind coming over again. Even though this house is a bit far away. That's ok, right? I picked up the phone and punched in some numbers.
"'Ello?"
"Hey Pony. It's Sam."
"Oh, hey Sam! What's up? Darry's not back yet."
My throat tightened and I forced myself to say, "Well, he kinda found out about Melissa."
"How? Soda didn't tell him did he? That's the stupidest thing!" Pony seemed enraged.
"Uh, actually, I told him." Silence on the line. "I didn't mean to! Mac had caught up with us and Darry kicked his ass, and then it was just so awkward I didn't know what to talk about. It just slipped out."
"Oh, Sam." Was all he said.
"I'm real sorry."
"I guess it's ok. But anyway, why did you call?"
"Well, I don't understand my homework, and I need your help."
"I don't think I can help you over the phone."
"Can you come over, Pony?" I twisted the phones wires in my hand.
"Uh, no. I don't have a way over." His voice sounded hard and kind of angry.
"Pony? What's going on?" I heard yells in the background and Pony suddenly hung up. "Pony?" I hung the phone up slowly and returned to my homework. What was going on over there? He seemed really distracted, and I don't mean distracted as in homework distracted, I mean deeply distracted. If you know what I mean. So I reluctantly finished my homework- most likely it was all wrong- and went to bed, wondering what Pony was doing.
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All righty then, there ya go, chapter 9 hot off the platter. Ok, he rest of this is going to my friend Melissa, but you can read and be confused if you want.
Ello, vats up? I enjoyed your little message you left me.. I am eating cheese right now. But I don't want to eat an eggplant. Yes I hate everything. I wonder if Jaylena is checking her butt right now… Ok see you later.