AN: Well, everybody was begging for more...and I didn't have the heart to deny you, so here it is. See you with an update tomorrow. Don't you love my updating times? Yay me.
Chapter 6
When we wake in the morning, we go out to play football again and then sneak into the movies. I remember that today is the last day before the pain will come, none of them have remembered that today's my birthday. It's alright though, I don't mind. I smile at Johnny as we converse quietly, talking in hushed tones.
"Ya'll are doing alright?" I ask him in concern. He nods,
"I'd be doing better if my best friend came around more often. My old man's grumpier these days too." He complains. I frown,
"I'm sorry, Johnny, I'll see how often I can sneak out."
"We don't want you hurt on our account." He tells me firmly. I shrug,
"Shoot, that don't matter none. You guys are worth it." Johnny lights up a cigarette and passes the carton to me. I haven't had a weed in months. I've kicked the habit. I pass it on to Dally, who gladly lights up as well. The carton gets passed down the line until it everyone but me and Soda have a weed in their mouth.
"You quit smoking Pony?" Soda asks me happily, he never did like that I was a weed fiend. I nod,
"Haven't had a weed in two and a half months." I sigh, "But boy was coming off of it hard." I grimace at the memory of nights spent shivering, desperately wanting a smoke to soothe the shaking and the cravings. I shake the memory out of my mind and remind them quietly,
"I have to get home soon." They all have different reactions. Steve looks almost relieved, Two-Bit and Dally seem unaffected, and Soda and Johnny look sad. Johnny says authoritatively,
"We'll drive you." It's not often Johnny tells anybody to do anything, in fact he don't ever boss around anybody, except me every now and then. None of the gang can tell him no. So Dally's gonna get Buck's T-bird, and Two-Bit's gonna drive. Half an hour later we're sitting in the car and I direct them to my neighborhood. I feel uncomfortable as they stare out the window at the nice houses.
We stop in front of the house, and by some miracle he's not home.
"Holy shit." Dally mutters, looking at the white painted ranch, the perfectly groomed lawn, the stables. I smile at their awe and ask in a joking voice,
"Hey Soda, you want to see the horses?" Soda's face lights up and the other guys, except Dally and Steve, look kind of excited too. We all exit the car and the three dogs come running up to greet me, I push them down. I pat the Springer spaniel on the head, "Down, Sadie." I say, and ease the beagle away from Dally, "Get over here, Trevor." I pat my leg and whistle Spike over, he's a German Sheppard. I smile apologetically at the gang and send the dogs after a stick. "Sorry, the dogs get a little…enthusiastic." I lead them into the barn, whistling at the mess, knowing it's gonna take me awhile to clean it up. I quickly open their stalls and lead the two out, one is a shiny brown stallion, the other a palomino. "C'mon," I click my tongue and run the horses into the corral, then I go back into the stables, motioning outside,
"You guys can go hang out with the horses, I got to clean up this mess." I pick a pitchfork up and they chuckle, Dally slaps my back,
"We gotta go, farm boy." They go into the car and Soda gives the horses a last, longing look before getting in. I do my chores and move the rocks as far across the yard as possible without being told to show him I'm here. Then I wait in my room.
I clench my fist as the door slams shut and I wait,
"Boy, you better get your ass out here." He screams dangerously. I walk out into the living room, he's pacing the floor in anger, "You're lucky if I don't kill you boy!" I swallow and know he's right, he would kill me without reservation. He immediately begins throwing me about the house roughly and beating me with everything that comes in arm's reach. When the steel vacuum piece continues to beat into my leg, there's a sudden snap and he grins as I gasp in pain. He drags me up, "Get your ass in the car, you worthless bag of shit." I limp into the car and he drives like a maniac to the hospital. When we get there he lifts me out of my seat and I whimper pitifully. He hushes me and takes me into the hospital. I moan and say as he checks me in,
"Daddy, it hurts." The lady looks at me in compassion as he multi-tasks, signing the forms and holding me at the same time,
"I know, son, just hold on a minute and Daddy will take care of everything." I rest against his shoulder, I see him smirk at the nurse and she leads us worriedly into the x-ray room. Mr. Lilc sets me on the table and a doctor puts a lead apron on me. They all exit the room because the rays can be harmful, but I don't mind. I'll probably die before my eighteenth birthday anyway. He'll kill me.
Mr. Lilc puts his hand on my back protectively as I get used to the crutches because of my cast. I wobble into the car. He starts the engine and sneers,
"If you think things are gonna be any different because you went and got your leg broke, you've got another thing coming." I never expected anything to be different, but I didn't say that. I looked out the window, seeing his fist come flying out of the corner of my eye. "Answer me when I talk to you, boy." I say quietly,
"Yes sir." I don't even reach to touch my cheek anymore. I just stare out the window. When we get home, I find out it's even harder to fight back with one leg in a cast. I end up naked on the kitchen floor again, conscious as he mounts me groaning in pleasure. I slip into a vacant state, this is my new way of living. I wait for it all to be over.