HEY! I'm sorry Ive been gone so long. I've missed all of you. Thank you, TvLuVa for emailing me. Ive been too lost in my own world.

This is a semi chapter, I suppose. I need to get back on my..well...way of writing before I can give you the full chapter you need. But this one will not disappoint!

Thank you once again iluvthecheat for your talents in grammar and editing, and for being so understanding. This chapter is for you.

I'll update later in the week too!

LOVE YOU ALL, Please R&R.

-Angel

Waking up is hell sometimes. You think that the bad dreams are pretend, until you awaken to find that it wasn't a dream. It wasn't.

It must have been late at night when I woke up. Street lights streamed brightly through the blinds as police sirens echoed in the night. I shifted slightly, trying to find which area had the most pain. My hands went to my neck to find it swelling and pulsing. My breath was harsh and my chest burned.

'How do I get out of here?' Questions swarmed my mind as to what I should do. I could hear my father's loud snoring upstairs, but knew from previous experience that he was a light sleeper. It was only a matter of time before he woke up for his late-night drink. I shivered at what he might do, seeing me awake on the floor.

Deciding I'd take my chances and risk waking him up, I tried to sit up. It was going to be more difficult than I could imagine. With nothing to grasp, I could feel myself slipping.

"I gotta get out of here before…" I tried to silently persuade my body to move, but my muscles protested and bruises cried. My legs gave way before I could even get off my knees, and I fell with a sickening thud. Tears welled into my eyes as I thought of how I was going to lay here and await my father.

I felt myself growing even weaker before I noticed something shining under the light of the blinds. I slowly reached toward it, hoping for it to be our phone. My hands had almost grabbed it when I heard my father grumble and move towards the step.

I gulped.

'No! He can't come! This isn't suppose to happen, I'm supposed to be okay, so that someone can save me... so I can be free from my father...'

Fate could be so cruel. I leaned a little towards the object before grasping it in my hands. I almost smiled when I lifted it, and brought it to my face when I realized it wasn't a phone.

It was a gun instead. Bile clogged in my throat as I tried to put the gun back to where it was.

I never saw him behind me.

"You're awake, eh, boy? Good. Gonna kick your ass real hard this time, and then kick you out. You know what I'm gonna do then, boy? I'm gonna do the same thing to your fucking whore of a mother... teach her a lesson about running away from me..."

My head lolled and suddenly the pain seemed to numb itself. I could feel my legs turn to jelly and my arms sag. My hand still clutched the gun steadily.

"...And Maria ain't here to save you either. I don't know why I let that tramp stay here; she's messing around with you or some other street trash." My father's words became slurred as he lunged at me abruptly. I wasn't prepared for the hard punch to the gut. I doubled over, coughing up blood. His hand went to my head, rubbing it gently, almost lovingly.

"I wonder if I fuck you like a man, if you'd like it as much as you would with that faggot you ran off with."

My heart races as his hands dragged to my shoulders. He lifted me before mashing his lips against mine. An inhuman growl was released and I could feel one of his hands move towards my shirt.

Mumbles of sweet nothings empty left his lips, and I knew what was going to happen.

Tears seemed to fall without warning, and I could tell they were upsetting him.

"You look like your mother, before she turned into a whore... mmm. Don't cry; you'll like it in the end." What's to like when your own father is about to rape you after beating you half to death? The gun in my hand seemed to pulse and as he reached towards my pants, I pushed back and pulled the trigger.

Bam.

It happened so fast, I barely registered that the bullet hit him the chest and he looked at me with shocked eyes. My own eyes grew wide when I saw him fall to his knees, clutching his chest where blood was spewing out of a small hole. The gun fell from my hand and I grabbed him before he hit the ground. My only thoughts as I hold him were as to what to do now.

'Will I go to jail?

'I need to get outta here…now!' I stood, not caring about the blood staining my jacket and shirt. Both my own and my father's. I looked around the room before heading to the door. I looked back on the fallen body of my father, before going out onto the sidewalk.

It was late at night, so I didn't worry about being seen. I ran to the Curtis household, forgetting for a second about my pains, bruises, and cuts. The feet that took me ached and my arms felt like they were going to fall off, but I didn't care. I moved fast and got there quickly. I reached for the door, but it opened to show Ponyboy looking at me with worry.

"What happened to you, Johnny?"

That's all I heard before passing out again. "I should really stop doing that," I say as I fall into Ponyboy's arm, "I'm starting to look like a girl."