About A Girl

Ch10

Alanna stopped on the lawn in front of her house, and looked at the driveway.

The Chevelle.

He's home. There was music blasting on the inside and it sounded like Black Sabbath again. With a deep breath in and a concrete heart forming she walked up to the front door, and laid her hand on the doorknob, and slowly twisted it open.

Alanna stepped inside the house, looking around. And in the chair sat her father. Pissed drunk as usual. He had a bottle of some dark liquid in his hand. The label was ripped of, and then it came to Alanna...

Alanna age six...

"Daddy?" a scared Alanna O'Neill whimpered from her kiddie bed. No answer came, "Daddy?'

Still no answer. She looked at her closed door. Red and blue lights flashed from the cracks. She slowly pulled the covers back holding her stuffed animal panda bear in her arms. She went to the door, and gently pulled it open a little. The front door was open, and the flashing red and blue lights were slowly edging down the street and away from her house.

"Daddy?" she called out. No Answer. She stepped out and edged her way down the stair holding onto the railing closely with each little step. She looked to the living room and saw two shiny record players, and a few unwrapped new records scattered across the floor. She walked to the front door, and looked out door to see a cop car turning the corner. Little Alanna quickly stepped out the door but slipped on a glass bottle with the label ripped off, and tumbled down the three front door stairs. She lifted her tiny head to see a little blood stain on the concrete ground below her, and she looked up at the bottle with the dark liquid in it.. She could feel the blood trickling down the side of her head, her elbows and on her knee. Slowly warm tears swept down her face, and she grabbed her panda bear, and began her walk to her best friend's house.

Jay Adams.

Alanna snapped back to reality. She hated this. It being daytime and him being passed out on the couch. She wished it would stop, but it was only wishful thinking. She sighed, and began her walk up to her room. She went to her closet and took out a pair of jeans and a navy blue and yellow fitted tee shirt. She threw her converses back on and brushed her hair. She looked in the mirror, and observed herself. She wasn't tired but she always felt like her body was dragging her places. She walked out her room and down the stairs to her kitchen. There were no dishes, because they never ate at home. Alanna went to the cabinet taking out the familiar bottle of Bourbon. She pulled off the top, and downed a few sips. She closed the top, and put it back. She began to whistle a Stevie Wonder tune, as she grabbed her board, and skated off down the street to the Zephyr shop...

Alanna walked into the Zephyr shop, to see Tony sitting behind the counter with his head hung back and his eyes closed.

Alanna laughed a little as she walked up in front of the counter, and slammed her hand down. His head shot up, and he looked at her.

"I hate you," he said, and Alanna laughed a little more at him, as she walked around the counter and sat next to him.

"Thanks, but why are you here?" Alanna asked looking over at him.

"Waiting for Stacy to bring the goddamn tape player," Tony said a bit frustrated.

"Same, Dude. I'm so not ready for Del Mar," she said running a hand through her hair frustratedly. Tony glanced at her.

"Well then, screw Stacy, let's get workin'" Tony said getting up and walking around her and to the back.

Jay skated slowly down the street running his hand along cars as he skidded. He hated that this feeling bugged him so much, and he'd do anything to get rid of it...except the one thing he should do.

"Shit," he mumbled to himself. He turned the corner of the Zephyr shop, and saw Stacy walking inside, "even better," he mumbled again and went to the door...

For what seemed like the millionth time in a row Alanna went for the power slide and again her board flew away from her feet, and she landed on her stomach on the ground.

"FUCK!" she yelled loudly, slamming her hands on the ground, but pulling back in pain as she slammed her hand on a piece of glass, "Shit," she said sitting up, and holding her hand where blood was trickling from, "I'll be right back Tony."

Tony nodded, and continued to practice as Alanna got up to find that Jay and Stacy just got there. Stacy turned around as a drop of blood slid off her hand and on to the concrete. He jogged over to her.

"Are you alright?" he asked taking her hand, and examining the gash.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just gonna get this cleaned up," Alanna said, and began to walk inside.

"I'll go-" Stacy began but Jay cut him off.

"I'll help you," Jay said and jogged over to Alanna, and took her inside.

Stacy just stood there feeling a little weird. Did Jay think that Stacy was flirting with Alanna?

Then it hit Stacy...

He's in love with her. No wonder he's been all moody...

"What's up dude?" Tony said coming over and smacking Stacy's shoulder. Stacy regained his balance, and shook his head.

"Nothing, just thinking," Stacy said, and went back to setting up the radio.

Alanna felt weird. It seemed as if Jay was always taking care of her. The night her dad hit her, and now. She sat on the counter as Jay searched the cabinets for Skip's first aid kit. He soon found it under the sink and took it out, and began to clean Alanna's wound.

"Why are you always taking care of me?" Alanna blurted, "I feel like a helpless little girl."

"I don't mind it," Jay said shrugging it off and smiling a little, but Alanna wasn't smiling.

"I do. I feel like I can never do anything myself, it's not you. It seems like everywhere I go, something bad seems to happen. I hurt people, Stacy, the other night, it seems like I've hurt you with the way you been treating me lately. The only one who isn't affected by me is Tony. Lucky him, huh?" she said shrugging, and faking a laugh horribly. Jay looked up at her.

"I'm sorry, I mean with my mom-"

"Cut it out Jay. Me and you both know that this isn't about your mother, and Donny. What did I do to you, to make you look at me that way. Like I disgust you?" Alanna asked as she saw Jay stop short and look up at her.

"You don't disgust me Alanna-" Jay began.

"Then what the hell is it?" Alanna yelled.

"Why don't you let me finish, and you'll know!" he yelled back in her face. She just looked at him, and was dead silent, "there's been so many things running through my mind lately. You and Stacy, you and Tyler-"

"So it is about me?" Alanna asked again. Jay just looked at her.

"YES!" Jay said.

"SO TELL ME WHY EVERYTHING HAS TO BE ABOUT ME!" She yelled and got off the counter running out the door her hand still bleeding...

A/U : I thought it was kinda cheesy but yeah sure. Tell me what you think. I'm sorry my updates are all spread out. Keep looking out though, there will be more chapters! Because I love my reviewers!

Nat