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Katie walked around the kitchen busily making breakfast for everyone.
It was true they could hire a chef but Katie loved to cook and she
liked to spend the extra money on better things, like vacations and
furniture. She also liked to donate some money at the end of the month
to Animals Ark, the small business she worked for. They took in abused
and mistreated animals, ranging from dogs to horses, and took care of
them until they could find a good home for them. The dogs roamed
around the farm free along with the cats and any other creatures that
could behave themselves. If they couldn't they were kept in cages or
rooms or stalls, dependent on the severity and creature. But if they
couldn't help them, they try to give them as good as life possible
before they get put down.
As the final pieces of toast popped she called out for everyone to
come eat. She then grabbed the plates and brought them to the dining
room.
Two-Bit hurried in first plopping down in the nearest chair. His eyes
grew wide as he looked at the plates of bacon, toast, eggs, and even a
fruit tray. "Jesus you'd think you're feeding an army" he exclaimed
forgetting the small amount of manners he possessed and reaching for
some bacon ravinously. He dropped it shamefully when Katie shot him a
sharp look. Two-Bit groaned. "Please!" he begged. "Everyone else is
taking forever!"
"It'll be one minute. I'm sure you'll survive" she told him motherly
just as Randy strode in now fully dressed and sat across from Two-Bit.
He began reaching for some food but Two-Bit slapped his hand. "Where's
your manners boy?" he said in his best british father-like voice.
Randy grinned but reluctantly pulled his hand away.
Katie watched this with an amused expression. Slowly Dally stalked
into the room with a slightly pained expression on his face. After
sliding in beside Two-Bit he slouched and looked out the window. Katie
noticed some bruises and scrapes along the side of his face and on his
jaw line. She questioned them after a few seconds of debating whether
or not he had had them before.
He just shrugged. "Some socs tried ta jump me. They took back off
pretty fast though, if yah know what I'm saying."
Randy did know what he was saying. He had been with some guys before
when they tried to jump some grease, but then Dallas came out of
nowhere and fought so hard and beat them so bad you'd think there were
five guys, not just one. He shook his head as he remembered how he
used to jump them all the time. He felt slightly guilty when he
thought about how Dallas and all the other greases shrugged jumpings
off as normal because they happen so much. But he remembered that that
was the past, and most of the guys don't talk to him anymore because
he skipped the rumble. Like it was his fault they lost.
Jake walked in the room still buckling his belt. He was late for work
because of all the previous delays and was trying to go as fast as
possible. As he fiddled with the buckle he heard Katie say, "You got
jumped? Did you get hurt?"
He glanced up quickly to see who she was talking to. Who had gotten
jumped? But then he noticed Dallas looking absent mindedly at his
hands which were still fiddling with his belt. He wondered... "Did
you get belted?"
Dallas stared motionlessly. He wasn't really present. His mind was far
off. He didn't react to Jakes question at all. Even Two-Bit glanced up
from trying to sneak bacon to look at the silent Dallas, who was
having a small internal war in his brain.
. . .
A young darked haired boy was stalking down the street. His body
looked like one of a 8 year old but his eyes and attitude made him
appear much older. All the kids his age feared him, and some a couple
years older. He wasn't as big as anyone in the gangs, but he was one
hell of a fighter and could even take down guys slightly bigger than him.
Though as he reached apartment building his faced lost a little anger
and was replaced with a more cautious anxious look that only increased
as he walked up the stairs and down the hall until he reached a door
on the third floor and stopped in front of it. Taking a deep breath he
unlocked the door and pushed it open.
He tried to stay as silent as he could but wasn't able to stay
unnoticed that night. He heard heavy footsteps as Mitch, his step dad
entered the room and stumbled toward him. He glanced around and
noticed his mother was missing. Probably screwing some other guy or at
the bar Dallas thought acidly.
"Who de fuck do you think ye're comin to dis house whenever you
pleasee?" Mitch slurred angerily and placing a meaty hand on Dallas'
cheek and stroking it suggestivly before hitting it.
Dallas didn't even make a squeak. He just pulled his body up and stood
again, not moving from where his body had fallen and glared at him
with icy eyes.
"I'll teacha some manners boy." Mitch than went on as if Dallas had
never been on the ground.
Dallas slowly tried to inch towards the door but Mitch noticed and
grabbed him roughly by the arm. He threw him to the ground and pulled
his shirt of him.
Dallas shut his eyes as he heard the whoosh of the air right before a
stab of pain sliced down his back. He grunted and tried to block the
pain off. The next time he was hit he didn't make a noise. His entire
body was numb. It was like he wasn't there. All he could think of was
his parents, how he blames his dad for not fighting harder for him
durning the divorce and his mom for not even trying to help him. He
knew he was nothing to them.
Suddenly Dallas felt his body being flipped over so he was in his
back. Slowly all his feeling came back and he tried to fight the tears
when the pain hit him but couldn't help but let one fall, though he
wiped it off his face so fast it was like it was never there.
Thankfully Mitch didn't notice. Apperantly after not getting reaction
from Dallas he felt that his 'lesson' wasn't getting across so he
changed tactics.
Mitch brought his foot back and smiled in pleasure when he felt it
connect with Dallas stomach and heard Dallas gasp and moan in pain.
That's more like it he thought disturbingly.
By the time he was done beating Dallas, Dallas could barely move.
Blood was running down his face from a gash above his eye and his
chest was swelled and bloody and bruising. His back still stinged with
pain and it hurt to breath.
"Learned yer lesson?" Mitched questioned boldly. After a moment of
silence he repeated his question, louder though.
Dallas knew he should just answer yes, but couldn't let himself. He
wasn't going to give himself to the monster. He wasn't going to let
him win. So silent he remained.
"Think yer a tough little guy dont cha?I'll show yah how tough yer!"
Mitch roared and pounced on him again, different intentions this time
though.
Tears streamed down Dallas cheeks as he felt Mitch rip his pants down.
He hadn't done 'it' in a few months and Dallas figured he had just
lost interest in him, in that way at least. But apperently he did not.
Dallas knew he had brought it on himself. All the names and insults
his mother and Mitch and anyone else had told him ran through his
brain, but anger didn't fill him, resentment did. They were right. I
am those things.
A few hours later Dallas nearly dove into the car parked outside his
aparment building. Driving it was Kyle Eastman, one of the Cobras best
fighters and toughest guy. The gang Dallas hoped to join when he was
older. He was barely over 14 but everyone respected him and feared
him, even guys over three times his age.
"Just drive." Dallas ordered while pulling his knees up to his chest
and rubbing his temples. He pushed all his emotions into a box in the
corner of his mind to deal with another day.
Kyle wouldn't usually let some one talk to him like this but he knew
Dallas didn't mean to disrespect him, he was just sick and tired of
life.
"All right kid."
. . .
Dallas looked up and glanced around to see everyone looking at him
curiously. What?
He tried to ignore their stares but couldn't finally he couldn't stand
it. "What!" he growled at all of them.
Everyone glanced around awkardly like a child getting caught in the
cookie jar. "Did you?"
Dallas felt his eyebrows come closer together in confusion. "Did I
what?"
Everyone looked at Jake expectantly. How did he not hear that? But the
second time seemed harder to say "Did you...did you get belted when
you were younger?" he said cautiously.
Dallas tried to keep his eyes from widening. Where did that come from?
He figured Jake caught him zoning out.
Before he answered he thought carefully. He decided that even if he
lied, they wouldn't believe him. If something he had done made him ask
that that means they suspected something. And thinking he just got beat
was better than than thinking of something more. The truth.
"Yeah, course." If I was lucky, he added in his head silently.
Everyone seemed disturbed by this except for Two-Bit who although kept
his stare on Dally didn't react. "What do you mean, 'course'" Katie
said gently.
Dallas looked at her in such a way that made it look like she was the
one that was crazy or stupid for not knowing this. " I mean as in of
course. As in I'm a greaser, I got belted."
Nobody responded to this, they just looked at him incredously. Finally
Two-Bit piped up, "Why you lookin' like that. Don't you socs ever beat
your kids?"
Jake and Katie looked at him like he had a second head. Beat Randy? He
was their kid! He was their own flesh and blood for Christs sake!
"No!" They shouted in unison.
Dallas kept his mouth shut. He figured that the socs parents would be
good. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were the only adults he knew that didn't hit
their kid once or twice before. Until now, he added in as a after
thought. Though Two-Bit didn't have as much self control or smarts as
Dally, even with his years more of schooling.
"Not once?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.
"Never." Jake said sternly at looked over at Katie and Randy who both
nodded in agreement. "Do your parents beat you?"
Two-Bit shrugged. "Well a little, obviously, but it ain't no big deal.
They ain't bad."
"Ain't bad?" Katie whispered.
"Well yeah. I mean my mom even tries to get me to clean, and my dad
wasn't half bad either. I mean he had his moments, but when he was
sober, he was almost as good as Mr. Curtis was.
I mean I'm lucky. Steve's dad hits him all the time and kicks him out
weekly. Then gives him 5 bucks to bribe 'im back! And it's Steve's own
money! He's the one that pays the bills and has a job!
And I mean I've heard the Shepards house is pretty bad too. Fighting
24/7! And apperantly the Shepard kids get into it to with them all the
time.
And Evies mom gets so boozed up she doesn't even remember who her own
daughter is! Her own daughter!
So yeah, I think I'm lucky. Yeah, my 'rents ain't bad."
All they could do was stare. Randys mind was going a million miles an
hour. Are all greasers lifes like this?
He grew even more disgusted with his old self and friends. They had
excellent parents and lifes and they find joy in beating them up. And
why? For fun? To remind them they are lower then them? To make their
lifes worse than it already was? They had excellant lifes and turned
out like that. And greasers had horrible lifes, as still managed to
get by and have morals. As weird as it sounded, Randy thought greasers
were probably better people than the socs could ever be. Sure when
they grew up, if they did, they may be in jail or like their parents,
but they probably are still better than if he or anyone of the socs
lived the life they did. Are.
A few minutes into the awkard silence Two-Bit exclaimed, "Shoot! I'm
gonna be later for school than usual if you don't hurrry up! Come on guys sit
down I'm starving!" While ushering everyone to sit down.
Jake looked at the clock. He was even later now. After glancing sadly
at the feast he walked over to kiss Katie goodbye. "Can't, I got to go
to work. Bye sweetie I love you. Bye Randy, Two-Bit." He waved goodbye
than paused. "Stay outta trouble Dallas" he warned with a serious face
and Dally rolled his eyes while Two-But laughed, "Wouldn't count on it."
With those promising words he set out to work.
Without Jake having to sit Katie Randy scooched his chair over to make
more room. The only sounds were ones of them enjoying their meal.
Even Dallas had some, although Katie had to literally force it on his
plate.
Randy watched him dumb struck. Why the hell did Dallas hate eating so
much? Though after a few minutes of pondering it he realized that it
wasn't the food he hated, it was the help. But that just set off
another hundred questions in his head. Why did he hate help? What made
him like that?
Pushing all thoughts from his mind he glanced at the clock. Crap.
Standing up quickly he grabbed his coat. "Mom, can you drive me. I'm
late."
Katie glanced at the clock. "Yeah of course. Just give me one minute
to grab my coat. Do you guys need a lift too?" Katie offered to Dallas
and Two-Bit, although she already knew what their answers would be.
"Nawh, if I were on time I think Mrs. Jennings would have a heart
attack." he said with a smirk. Mrs. Jennings was the high school
principal.
"I haven't set foot near that place in years, sure as hell ain't gonna
now." Dallas said with a smirk equal to the size of Two-Bits.
"You don't go to school?" Katie asked, cocking her head slightly to
the left.
Before anyone could respond Randy called from the doorway for Katie. A
look of desperation crossed her face. She still had so much she wanted
to say and ask.
Though Two-Bit flashed her a grin and told her to go ahead, so with a
small goodbye she left the room, saying she'd be back around 4 PM.
Two-Bit headed out almost an hour later bringing a beer 'for the road'
stating he had to write a test or he'd fail, again.
Once Two-Bit was out the door Dallas looked around bored. He didn't
get how people could live in houses this big, what did they do with
all the room. And everything was so fragile, and big. It made you feel
so small.
After not bring able to stand the silence of the house any longer he
left the door. He figured he could see what was going around back home
on the east side. Maybe stop by The Dingo or Jays.
He had figured out the shortest way to get to the tracks safely. You
only had to cut through a little bit if forest and backyards and you
were basically there. And in less time than it took to go by the roads
with that.
He spent the rest of the day smoking, fighting, stealing and partying.
By the end of the day he wondered if this is what his life had came
down to? Partying and pissing people off. The thought scared him, as
much a he'd never admit it. Because this wasn't a living. It was
surviving. And sometimes survival isn't worth it.
Alright, I think that was my worst chapter ever. Complete filler, but I have a wee bit of writer block,and am pretty rejected with NO reviews:(
So can anyone who read this pleeasse review...any one of the chaps, even if to tell me this story sucks D: Just tell me if you have any ideas, Ill try and fit it in :)
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