i only stayed a little while longer, i was tired, i guess. it was getting late, too, and i had to go to work tomorrow. you know how todd is, always making me work on weekends, making it so that i don't have a social life. i had to leave at midnight, i needed at least eight hours of sleep. i said goodbye to darry and ponyboy, waved at steve and johnny, and didn't even bother to tell dally and amber. soda followed me outside.
"you're leavin' already?" i blushed, rubbing the back of my head while i thought of what to say.
"well, yeah." boy am i brilliant. "i mean, i have to go to work at like seven tomorrow. i have to get some sleep you know." soda smiled at me.
"ha, i guess. i have to go to work tomorrow, too, so i know how you feel. i doubt i'll get any sleep tonight."i giggled.
"i don't think ya will either." he laughed.
"well, i'll see you soon, right?" soda asked, his hand resting on my waist. i swear i didn't notice him get this close to me, emotionally and physically. at least people weren't watching us anymore.
"yeah, i'll visit the dx tomorrow, 'kay?" soda nodded.
"sounds good. bye." i wanted him to kiss me again, but we just hugged and then i left. it was funny, i didn't much care that i was walking all by myself to my house. alone. i made sure to hide behind some trees when walking along the road, but i wasn't a greaser or a soc, i don't know why i got jumped. i must've looked like some greaser that day, or maybe i was just a piece of eyecandy for those disgusting socs. i don't know.
"man, i need to stop talkin' to myself. it makes me seem crazy or something." it was unusually cold tonight, i had left soda's jacket back at his house, though i would've loved to keep it. i rubbed my arms in a poor attempt at keeping warm, which failed miserably. i was walking quickly with my head down, so i didn't get noticed, and i began to jog as my house came into view. i was on the step when a sudden feeling of nausea came over me. something smelled like...beer. was two-bit around? i glanced around my empty yard, not seeing anyone. no. it wasn't him, could it be a few drunk socs? i shivered, shaking my head and forcing the door open.
the smell increased tenfold. i gagged, covering my nose. it smelled like throw up and beer. it was disgusting. i needed to find the source or go freeze outside. nothing was in the living room, anything that could've smelled so bad was upstairs in the bathroom. i opened the kitchen door, taking a step in before gasping. there was multiple things lying on the ground. the table was flipped over, liquids from underneath the sink were open and leaking onto the floor, and utensils all over the place.
"why do you think you can run away from me?" i jumped, turning around and slipping on the floor. i slipped on the soap, causing me to slip back and crack my head against the floor. i winced in pain. everything was blurry now, but that voice now...it was hers. i could see the outline of a person hovering over me.
"kaylyn, kaylyn, kaylyn. you were always clumsy, weren't you?" i hand grabbed my arm, forcing me to sit up. the kitchen flashed out of sight and began spinning. i must've hit my head a lot harder than i had though. i rubbed the back of my head, whimpering as i ran my hand over a nasty bump. my hair was wet...please be soap. please be soap. i moved my hand to the front of my face, watching the red liquid drip onto my shirt. my hand twitched and i let out a cry of pain as someone smacked something else against my head. i went flying forward onto my stomach.
"you stupid little brat! do you know what your father did when he found out you were gone? he beat me. he beat me until i was just a pile of meat layin' on the ground! how dare you...! how dare you do that to me. i was in the hospital for months, your father's in jail now, he can't protect you like he couldn't protect your sister." my head pounded painfully. it hurt so much, i could feel blood sliding down my forehead. she attacked again, with a frying pan. a frying pan. she was really out to kill me. i ducked to avoid the blow, making my head spin some more. i had to get away from her.
it was the first time in my life i had ever really felt truly scared. god, please help me, i can't take this anymore. i could just die. i was crawling across the kitchen floor, away from her. the strong smell of booze was her. she had always smelt like that, i should ve known. it was why i always cautious. i didn't want her to get me, i wanted to be safe, but i never could be with her around.
she stomped angrily across the kitchen, the heel of her shoe crushing my hand. i screamed in pain, i screamed again as her foot hit my face. i was going to have so many bruises because of this. she lifted her foot from my hand, letting me breath for a second.
"you were always a piece of shit. i don't think you're even mine. i hope the doctor just mixed up my baby with you. it makes me feel better thinking that."
"that's all i have left to hope for-" i snapped. she stepped on my stomach, well, it was more like stomped. i coughed painfully, feeling my stomach lurch forward. oh god, it hurts so much. just kill me, just kill me. i don't want to live anymore, why can't you end this. i was crying now, i felt tears streak down my face as curled into a ball. kill me, kill me, kill me. i never wanted to die as much before this day. she leaned down close to me, softly stroking my hair.
"do you want to die, kaylyn, do you want me to kill you? slit your throat, shoot you? do you? well!" she kicked me, but this time, she nailed my throat. i was sent flying into the wall. i couldn't even cry anymore. all the feelings going through my aching head...i didn't have the will to live anymore. why couldn't this just end? i had to die. i wasn't meant to be happy. i wasn't allowed to be happy. god hates me, he doesn't want me to exist, i was a mistake that he has to get rid of. that's why this is happening to me. well, god, i accept. just kill me, i'll go quietly i swear, just don't torture me any longer.
"ha ha ha!" she was laughing to herself now. she was so proud she had taken down her daughter, her teenage daughter that never should've existed. i couldn't take this pain. my head felt like it was on fire now, i couldn't move my hand, and every time i took a breath my throat would throb in pain. it hurts so much. i need to go to a hospital. i couldn't take this. the sound of her walking towards me scared me even more. what else could she do that could make me suffer even more?
"ah, that scar. my proudest work yet. you know, you weren't just jumped because you're a pretty young thing, you were jumped because i paid them to do it. they're friends of mine. or were. they didn't finish the job at all." a cold blade was held against my neck. "i think i'll slit your throat and watch you blled to death. does it hurt to breath, honey? does it hurt to see that person who's supposed to love you slowly torture you? does it? and aren't you curious about how i even found you?" i couldn't move, i was scared and my body froze in pure terror.
"well, i have a few friends down here who told me they saw you. they saw you with a few greaser guys down at the movies. you're disgusting." she pressed the blade against my neck, laughing as it drew some blood. it was a shallow cut, not deep enough to make blood pour out. stop, mom, please stop. all i had ever wanted was her approval. i was scared of her, but i loved her. she was, after all, my mother. but i wasn't...i wasn't a good child. that's what she told me. i was horrible and i ruined her life.
"stop..." i choked out, going into a painful coughing fit. i looked at my hand, shaking at the new blood on my hand. coughing up blood...she must've hurt something inside me to. she could've stabbed me in the heart right then and i wouldn't have cared. i was close to crying again. there was only so much pain a person could take before they gave in.
"okay, i will. it'll be fun to watch you suffer more. i'll be back, but i won't tell you when. it'll ruin the surprise." she pulled the blade away from my neck, dropping it onto the floor before slipping out of the back door. i watched her leave. she left me a bloody mess, dieing in my own house. i couldn't feel anything anymore. i was numb to the pain now. the phone was above my head, and weakly i slapped it off the hook. i slipped against the wall after dialing the curtis' number. i fell against the wall, my head rolling as i tried to stay awake. what time was it anyway?
"hello?" a tired voice answered the phone. it sounded a lot like ponyboy.
"hey, ponyboy," i started cheerfully. i guess i was ignoring the pain, even though i could barely move. "can you get darry for me?" ponyboy said okay and went to get darry. the pain suddenly came back full force. i cried out in pain, letting tears slip down my cheeks. i couldn't hold on much longer. hurry up, darry, please hurry up.
"kaylyn, why're you calling so late?"
"darry..." i whimpered out weakly. "can you take me to the hospital, i'm not exactly in good shape to crawl there right now..." my body gave out, and with aloud thump my whole body slammed against the ground.
"kaylyn! kaylyn!" i could hear his voice calling out to me, but i couldn't move anymore. oh, sodapop, i love you so much. i smiled sadly, thinking of tonight's kiss again before letting my eyes close. i hope i never saw the light of day again, i wouldn't be able to take it.