I woke up with four pairs of eyes fixed on me.

"Ah! There's sleeping beauty!" Anita exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air.

"About time" My mama added.

"You missed a lot, 'Livia." Rita added, examining her shoes. A large bandage covered a gash on her leg that was just visible under her skirt.

Shit.

This is my entire fault.

"How did I, erg, who…well, um…"

My momma gave me a wry smile, handing me a glass of water before answering. "Ricardo."

I almost choked to death.

"Who!?"

"He's charming! A real gentleman, he handsome too. I approve, Chiquita!"

Rita looked down in the background. She looked so close to laughing, her cheeks were red. I wanted to smack in right off. Now my mom thinks I'm dating Donnyboy, and she's over there just having a jolly great time enjoying my misery.

I stood up and rolled out of bed.

"Mama, can I-"

"Yes, go to him, darling."

I ran for the door, throwing myself down the flight of stairs, and sprinting the block to Donny's house, not waiting for Angel to catch up, but knowing she was behind me like the tail on a comet. I banged on the door, only then becoming conscious of Angel screaming my name from behind me. "Risk, it wasn't Donny who brought you home, it was-"

A dark skinned face met me at the door. "PENGUIN!" I screeched, my jaw dropping to my knees. "Hey Risk. Angel! Nice to see you girl!"

"You feelin' alright?" Angel asked shyly.

Penguin chuckled. "Good as new. Everyone's inside, if you wanna…"

He opened the door for us, and I stepped inside, white hot rage pulsing in my ears.

It was frozen to the core when I saw the look on Red's face.

"This is your fault Olivia."

I almost shook with the impact of those words.

I said nothing.

"We could have all gotten killed. You could have gotten us all killed, do you understand that?"

I remained silent.

"Your cousin nearly got herself in a heap of trouble. If you know what I'm saying."

I knew exactly what he was saying. I said nothing.

"Get out of here."

I turned on my heels and ran.

I didn't know where I was running, I just ran. I ran myself down under the docks. The one from my dreams, where the Sharks and the Jets used to battle. Where my uncle died, where my father lost his best friend. I sat there silently for god knows how long. I heard people run by, masculine voices crying out my name, but I didn't respond. I pulled my navy blue ribbon out of my hair. Three silver tears fell onto it like drops of blood.

I only had one question.

When will I be okay.

And eventually I realized they might never forgive me.

Five more tears hit the ribbon.

Grease found me in the end. He tried to talk to me. I couldn't hear what he was saying. He looked so gentle, and caring. That's when I realized that it was him who brought me home from the fight. Not Donnyboy.

I hadn't let him down. He sat with me until it started to get dark. Then he walked me home, and I said goodbye to him gratefully, hoping he knew how much he meant to me, because I wouldn't get to say it again. I explained to my mama and Anita that Ricardo was part of a Chruch that was going on a mission trip to help people at a homeless shelter in the next city. I told Angel a different story. I felt numb, I felt broken, I felt betrayed and wounded. I packed a small suitcase, and I ran. I layed in the sand, using my case as a pillow. I didn't care. I was gone.

Reality struck me hard, and I came back to the world. "Risk…" Dodger whispered. "You okay?"

"N-No..." I mumbled, falling onto a chair that Grease pulled up for me. I shook steadily, and he wrapped a blanket around me. So it had been him who brought me home. Red looked on at me with a steady glare, but it was truly he who said nothing. Donnyboy stood, telling Angel to go home, tell my mom I was felt sick and my friends had taken me to the hospital.

I felt ill. I could hear my pulse. Grease kneeled at my side, grabbing both my hands. My hearing was woozy, but I could read his lips.

"Risky" he barked. "Stay with me. Come on, you can do it girl. Keep here. Watch me." What, it's not like I got shot or something. I wasn't dying. I felt faint. "I'm fine." I choked. I was actually in quite a bit of pain. I couldn't catch my breath. "c-can't breathe"

I choked. Donnyboy rummaged through some drawers, and next thing I knew I took a puff out of someone else's inhaler. I immediately felt better, now I just had a horrible headache and nausea. I still felt horribly guilty. Red still glared. Dodger and Donny still looked worried. Penguin still stood in the background, and Grease still held my hands. I smirked and laughed gently. "Ricardo…" I chuckled.