A/N- Hi all, sorry for late update, my stupid teachers thinks its cool to give my 2 weeks worth detention for saying eat my shorts, I wasn't wearing shorts anyway ( I am retarded and proud)
I don't own the outsiders, S.E Hinton does, oh how I wish I could be her…
Chapter two
The ride home with the Darryl Curtis was, well, how could I put it… AWKARD!
The Curtis's and Merrill's have problems, since our granddaddies. Johnny didn't say a word, he was real quiet. Darryl kept shooting my death glares. I understood the hate he had for as, well me, but that was the past, but some people can't forgive and forget.
"Bucky boy, I'm home" I shouted. There weren't many people in the party house right now, most looked died, that's a hangovers for ya.
"Candy, what the hell are you doing here?" Buck emerged from the stair case, looking tried.
"I thought Mama told ya, I'm gonna live here for now"
"Why?" he said as he scratched his head.
"He found me" I looked down trying not to see his pity stare.
"Candy-"
"No, don't" I cut him off. He waved me off, I knew my way to me room, slowly I picked my heavy bags.
"Wait" Buck said.
"What?"
"How'd you get here?" he seemed interested.
"Curtis, gave my a ride" he's eyes popped out of his head.
"WHAT, YOU FUCKIN' TRAMP HOW DARE YOU CALL THE CURTIS, YOU KNOW BECAUSE OF YOUR WHORE MOM I ALMOST LOST OUR FRIENDSHIP"
"YOU GAVE MY THE NUMBER YOU STUPID DRUNK BASTARD, DON'T YOU BRING MOMMA IN TO THIS, IF YOU REMEMBER SHE GAVE BIRTH TO YOU TOO. YOU WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A MAN WHORE" his hand raised up and he hit my face, I fell to the ground, clutching my stinging cheek. He crouched down to my level.
"Listen you slut, you keep your dirty paws off of the Curtis's and there gang, they aren't your friends, they don't like you. No one does, look at you, how could someone love a prostitute like you"
He got up and left. The words sank into my heart, digging into the hole that was already there. I picked what was left of me up and went to my old room. Some people asked my why I wore so much make-up, or why I dress like a slut, here's your answer; because this way I can cover up the hurt and pain I feel, this way feel secure, that no one can see the real me.
My room was the same, only some-one was lying on my bed. I quickly wiped the remaining tears again.
"What do ya wa-" he stopped mid sentence. He smirked at me got up and left. WHAT THE FUCK I thought….
LATER THAT NIGHT
There was a small knock on there door, as I opened it Johnny Cade smiled at me.
"Johnny what are you doing here" I released at this point that I wasn't wearing my protective gear, shit, to make matters worse I had been crying.
"Hi" he softly said
"Come on in" my guards were down and he seemed to notice. He rolled in with more confidence.
"I was in the toilet and heard sobs; I just wanted to check if you were right" he's voice was all soft and innocent.
"Johnny I'm fine" I broke into tears.
"Your not, your crying people don't cry when there fine. You can talk to me" his hand loosened on the grip he had on the arm rest of his wheel chair.
"Johnny, I, its well" he gave me a smile that melted my heart (a/n great there goes the rest of her heart) "You know Mr. Curtis cheated on Mrs. Curtis with my mom. He left my mom pregnant, my mother was a prostitute" I added "Mr. Curtis made my mom kill the baby, he forced her too, but the abortion left my mom fucked up" tears streamed down my face "she was never the same. As I 12 year old I had an idea how revenge worked. I knew Mrs. Curtis was pregnant with a girl. I didn't intend on killing the baby, but things didn't go my way. That's why they hate my, I caused there death too, ya know. I was driving and they were driving, then we went boom." I had known Johnny before I left, my and Johnny weren't real close though we spook a lot, I trusted him. I spend the rest of my night like that, talking to Johnny, I now saw Johnny as a friend, not my pray….