Dally watched Kizzy sleep. From time to time he felt Johnny watching him, but never long. He also knew they were wondering about the girl.
Finally, after a long time of no one talking, Darry asked the question everyone was itching to ask, "You saved her life?"
Ok, it wasn't the one Dally was expecting, but it was one he knew would come sooner or later. "Ummm...Long story. I'll tell you later." he stood up, and gave a yawn, "Mind if I sleep here the night."
"No. But you have to tell us where she's from." Darry said, a stern look on his face.
Dally sighed, "fine. She was my best friend when I was living in New York, had a dad a lot like Johnny's except he was a little worse. He's stabbed her before, she usually doesn't talk about the abuse-so don't ask her any questions about it." He felt protectiveness prickling up his spine and heaved a sigh to relax him.
"When I left New York, I wanted her to come with me, but she wouldn't come. So…I just left. I left her there. I haven't seen her until tonight. Happy?" He grunted.
Darry sighed, "fine. We'll talk more about this later."
Dally nodded and plopped down on the loveseat. "Ok, deal." He covered Kizzy up with a blanket and plopped down on the couch, stretching out so his feet draped over the side.
It was quiet, but it was different now that everyone understood most of what was going on. The T.V. was soon unmuted, and everyone settled down to watch Mickey Mouse.
Before long, everyone went to sleep except Johnny. Johnny was laying on the floor in the dark, when he heard movement near the couch. Making his breathing lighter he watched as a figure, thin and lithe, stood up and headed to the kitchen.
Johnny slowly got up and followed Kizzy in. He heard her walk over, rifle through the shelves, and then turn on the water.
He Flicked the light on.
"Holy Shit!" She exclaimed, her glass of water running down her shirt. She looked over at Johnny, "You scared the Living LIFE out of me." she said, trying to dry out her shirt.
"I'm sorry. I just wondered..." he trailed off.
"If I was gonna take money, or steal something, or Runaway?" she asked, looking down at the floor.
"No." he replied quietly, "I was wondering if you were going to leave."
"Why?" she asked.
Johnny shrugged, "its happened before."
Kizzy nodded understandingly, "I was thirsty…" she said blankly, refilling her glass with water and drinking it in nearly one gulp. She rinsed it out in the sink and placed it in the strainer.
She walked past Johnny, her hands trembling slightly. Johnny turned the light off and walked back into the living room, sprawling back out on the floor. He heard Kizzy rolling around on the couch for a moment and then a short sniffle.
Is she crying? He thought, alarmed. He didn't move, he just listened, a small, almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips and he knew. She was crying. He could barely hear the back of the couch muffled her tears and after about two minutes, the sound ended.
Feeling uneasy, Johnny started thinking maybe he should have comforted her. He listened a moment longer, and when he heard nothing, he turned over and fell asleep.
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The next morning, Dally awoke with a start. Looking around frantically, he tried to locate Kizzy. Maybe it had been a dream. No, it couldn't have been. But, if it was, it was a pretty good dream.
Hopping up he hurried into the kitchen. He gave a silent thank you to God as he saw Kizzy sitting in the chair, talking to Soda.
Wait.
Talking to Soda? No. Bad things happened to girls who talked to Soda. Oh god! Dally thought, as Kizzy gave a small laugh, she's laughing, not good!
A small voice in the back of his head told him he was overreacting. He shouldn't be so jealous.
Jealous?
He wasn't jealous...was he?
Kizzy jumped when she saw Dally and grinned at him. "G'mornin' gorgeous." She said happily.
Dally grunted and sat down in a chair next to her.
Kizzy shifted nervously and bit her lip. "Um…Dal?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna need to go to Robbie's house to get a few things…" she mumbled. "I-I don't wanna go alone." Her face went pale and her body rigid with fear.
"I'll go with you." He told her.
She gave him a relieved smile. Johnny, who had been watching Pony cook breakfast, looked over at the two. "Can I come, Dal?" he asked.
Dally and Kizzy shared a glance, one that didn't go unnoticed to the dark haired boy, then, "Sure, Johnny."
They finished up their breakfast, and the three headed out. "Whose Robbie?" Johnny asked along the way.
"My Boyfriend." Kizzy said.
"Y'know that guy who we didn't like last night, after the fight? Thats him." Dally said as Johnny looked at him amazed.
"Really? And he did that to your wrist?" Johnny asked Kizzy.
"No." she said sharply, then, "Yes. How'd you know?"
Johnny shrugged, "An abused always knows another."
Kizzy barely made an effort to nod. "Turn here." She muttered, turning on a corner. Dally noticed that her hands started to shake as they got closer to the house and she began to bite her lip fiercely, pulling the flesh away and causing it to bleed.
He put his hand on her shoulder and she winced as he hit a bruise. He looked down at her gently, his eyes locking onto hers'. "Listen, he can't hurt you while I'm here. If he even looks at you wrong, I'll break his face."
Kizzy snorted, "I thought you already did."
Dally grinned at her, "smartass."
Kizzy shrugged, "it's the only thing I'm good at."
As they walked up the steps to the apartment that Kizzy had shared with Robbie, they all felt tense. Going to the door, Kizzy slid the key in and turned.
The key wouldn't budge.
"Shit!" Kizzy swore. "That asshole changed the goddamn locks!"
"How? You were only gone one night." Dally said, looking confused.
"It's my fault, I should have never dated a Locksmith." she replied, shaking her head.
"Well, you know what we gotta do, now dont'cha?" Dally said smiling.
"What?" Kizzy asked, angry with herself.
"Break in!" Dally shouted enthusiastcially.
Kizzy laughed snapped her fingers pointing at him, her hands flew into her hair and she pulled out a barrette, she then lifted up her shirt and undid a safety pin. She crouched down onto her knees and slid both into the keyhole, twisting and shifting them around. There was a soft click and she grinned.
"Score!" She squeaked and grabbed the doorknob, turning it. The door opened and she stepped in, the apartment was completely trashed. "Oh my God…" she said under her breath.
She walked in a little further and saw that just about every fragile object in the room was shattered to pieces. "Ooooh I really hope he doesn't come home while we're in here…" she muttered shakily.
"Don't worry." said Dally, as Johnny looked on in awe. Picking up a used condom, he shook it in front of Johnny, "Need Protection, Johnny?" He laughed and dropped it.
Kizzy punched him in the arm, "Don't pick that nasy thing up. Who knows where Rob has been." and she gave an involuntary shudder.
Going to a door on the far Left, she opened it and gasped. All her clothes were strewn across the bed and dressers. There was some white stuff on the clothes on the bed and Kizzy nearly gagged. She remembered then. Rushing over to the corner, she pulled the carpet back and pulled up the floor board, digging around, Johnny and Dally watched as she came up with a jar full of money.
"How'd you manage to keep that without him knowing?" Dally asked, moving forward.
Kizzy shrugged, "I just went to it and deposited ten bucks of my paycheck for about seven months now. It was usually night, and Robbie was usually out."
Johnny stared, mouth agape, "Wow, I don't think I ever seen that much money before."
"Well, You can stare at it later. Let's get outta here before he comes back. Leave the clothes, I'll much prefer to buy new ones."
"You know what that means, Johnny?" Dally asked, when Johnny shook his head, he said, "Shopping."
A/N: Hey everybody! sry my computer was broken so we couldn't work on the story. We just want to thank those who reviewed and those who read! we love you guys! ok well please review!