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Chapter 4

Sylvia looked at her reflection in the mirror. She held her hairbrush in her right hand as she stared at her mirror image. Her lips were crimson, her eyes were blue and lined heavily in dark liner. The color of her eyes seemed to stand out more with the charcoal liner around them. She licked her ruby lips as she thought about her arrangement. She let her eyes wonder as she started to stare off into space. She thought about kissing him. His breath was terrible. He was missing a few teeth and with the number of cigarettes he smoked the color of his remaining teeth was dingy yellow. She could do it. She had done it before. She had kissed worse men for far less. Besides, Dallas was worth it. He looked good, his body was hard, and he was harder. Unlike Peter who was losing his hair, had a beer gut and smelled as if he crawled out of a trashcan wearing his discolored, ribbed, off white undershirt and oil stained work pants. She was going to sleep with a man she had no feelings for just to keep his annoying kid out of her hair. She looked down at the bottle on the sink. It was going to take more than a fifth of "Jack" to do what she had to. She stumbled out of the bathroom and tucked the bottle and what was left of its contents into her purse. She was going to go and get this over with. As soon as she was done with Peter, she was going to go back to her house, clean up and go find Dallas. Then she could have what she wanted.

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Darryl stopped at the DX on his way home from work. He was tired. He walked past his brother who was bent over underneath the hood of a 1950's Chevy. His work clothes were covered in grease and oil from top to bottom. Darry stopped and watched curiously. He wrinkled his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side watching as Soda cursed at the radiator and the fen belt all in one eloquent sentence. Soda then stood up and managed to crack his head on the hood before Darryl exploded into laughter.

"What the…" Soda turned to see his older brother sipping on a Coke watching his mishap with great amusement.

"Laugh it up, Darry." Soda rubbed his head as he walked past his brother and took the bottle from him.

"Give me that back!" Darryl sounded off turning to go after Sodapop.

Soda stopped as Dallas pulled up with their younger brother in the passenger seat. They both looked over at each other noting the look on Dallas's face and then the concern spelled out on Ponyboy's.

"He didn't show up today…" Darryl's words dropped like a rock.

Pony shook his head.

Darryl took a deep breath looking over the street. The sun was still bright in the middle of the afternoon.

"I'll go knock on Peter's door. I'll see you all back home in an hour." Darryl walked towards his truck.

"I'm coming with you." Dallas declared.

"No, you're not." Darryl shook his head. "Go back to my house and I'll be there in an hour. We'll go out looking for him if he isn't home."

Dallas took a deep breath as he looked down at the ground. He didn't take orders well, but nobody was dumb enough to go against Darryl when he told you how it was going to go. Darryl was well built from years of roofing and playing football. He could take down anyone and that was always a plus for the Greaser's in a rumble.

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Johnny's head collided with the wall as his father shoved him into his bedroom. He fell hard to the floor. His head spinning and his arms shook from trying to stop the fall. He covered his head as his father foot collided with his ribs. Johnny coughed. He groaned loudly as his father jerked him back up to his knees by the hair.

"I told you to clean the room. How much clearer do I need to make myself? It's your fault your mother left, it's your fault I can't find a job, you're worthless." Peter sneered slapping Johnny's face.

Johnny had had enough. He put his hand up to try and block the hit. Peter's wrist collided with Johnny's deflecting the blow and angering the already violently irate man. Peter lunged forwards as Johnny struggled to his feet and threw a blind punch landing it square on Peter's left eye. The blow only enraged Peter that much more.

"Screw… you…" Johnny spat back lethargically.

Peter reached in and grabbed Johnny by the hair and then twisted him around until he had his left forearm wrapped around his teen-aged son's neck. He then slammed his right fist into Johnny's already bruised ribs.

"UGGHHH!!" Johnny shrieked loudly.

"I have company coming tonight and you're not gonna mess this up for me you little creep."

Johnny stopped squirming after the hit and struggled to keep from throwing up. He could feel the grinding in his chest. His father had broken the already cracked ribs.

"Get on your knees." Peter hissed.

Johnny obliged, slipping through Peter's grasp and falling to the floor. He whimpered lightly as he shook from the pain. He heard his father walk out of the room. His head leaned against the wall where his father had left him. Johnny stayed there on his knees hoping this was it for the night. He would close the door and leave him to pass out from the pain.

Johnny heard his father return. He was halfway afraid the man would hit him again. Instead he felt his father pull his arms behind his back and bind them together with something. It was tight whatever it was.

"Please… I won't make a noise…dad…" Johnny begged as his father shoved a cloth in his mouth and tied it securely behind his son's head. He then shoved Johnny the rest of the way to the floor and surveyed the scene. Johnny lay on his side looking up at his father. His vision was swimming. His wrists were secured so that he couldn't possibly get out. He bit down on the gag and looked back up at his father.

"One noise out of you and I'll hurt you like you've never been hurt before." Peter threatened.

Johnny could only hope he would pass out before he suffocated to death. His ribs were so sore and his vision was starting to double. He was gonna die and nobody was going to be able to help him. It was rather funny to him, he always thought he would die at the hands of some Soc during a rumble.

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Darry pulled up to the Cade's house and turned off the engine. He looked out the window and watched something that wasn't right. He watched as Sylvia strutted up the sidewalk. She wore a painted on short red skirt, very short for her. She had on a tight white shirt that any respectable woman would have buttoned the top two buttons, only Sylvia left them opened. He watched her in her black leather high healed shoes as she made her way up the sidewalk. Darryl knew that Sylvia made her rounds, but he also knew that Peter Cade was a bit in the wrong direction for a woman like her. He swallowed hard as he watched her knock at the door and then watched Peter open the door. He watched uncomfortably as Peter reached out and cupped her buttocks in his right hand and kiss her hard on the mouth. The last Darryl knew, Sylvia was doing anything to get at Dallas Winston, not Peter Cade.

Darryl slowly got out of the truck and walked across the street in front of the house. He walked across the cracked sidewalk towards the house. He walked up the stone pathway to the door. Once he reached the door he drew back his hand to knock when he heard voices.

"Where's the boy?"

"He's… busy."

"Well you've certainly kept up your end."

"I never break a promise to a pretty lady."

Darryl backed away from the door slowly. He could only imagine what was going on in that house. His only concern was for the kid. He slowly walked around the deteriorating white clapboard sided house. He found a window that wasn't covered and peeked inside. He wasn't thrilled to see Peter slowly running his hand up Sylvia's thigh revealing the garter belt holding up her stockings while she unbuckled his belt. He watched as Peter lifted her off the floor and slammed her into the wall of the bedroom. With his left foot he pushed the door to the bedroom shut.

Darryl continued around the house. He found the kitchen window. The curtain was drawn; there was nothing he could see through the window. He moved on around to where Johnny's room was. Again there was nothing to see. The curtain was drawn but pushed to the side ever so slightly. Darryl shielded his eyes and squinted to peer through the window.

"Johnny…" he whispered. "Are you in there kid?"

Darryl got no response. There was something terribly wrong about all of this.

"Johnnycake…" he whispered a little louder. "It's me, Darry."

Darryl slowly backed away looking around. He couldn't see anything or hear anything, but something gave him the feeling the kid was in the house and needed help.

"Johnny, if you can hear me, I'll be back with help, kiddo. Just hang in there…" Darryl stated quietly before running back around the house and heading to the truck.

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Peter watched the woman walk out. He was somewhat satisfied, but he wanted more. He was ready for Thursday already. He felt such desire. He had never felt like this about anyone. She was young and she smelled amazing. He wanted her day and night, and she wanted to be with him too. She wanted more of him. She was coming back on Thursday and she had told him she couldn't wait for him. He wanted her to come back on Wednesday, but he would wait. She was worth the wait. He licked his lips as he closed his front door. She could only stay a half an hour but promised to stay longer the next time. Peter turned and looked at Johnny's closed door. He walked towards the room. He slowly opened the door and turned on the light. His son lay bound and gagged on the floor. His eyes fluttered opened. The boy whimpered as he tried to sit up and move away from his father.

Peter squatted down onto the floor in front of Johnny who had wriggled into a sitting position and was leaning against the wall. He shook all over as Peter reached his hand out towards the young man. Johnny closed his eyes and flinched trying to pull away from a hit.

Peter cocked his eyebrows and stopped.

"I'll give you something to be afraid of." He whispered raising his hand and backhanding the boy across the cheek.

Johnny closed his eyes and bit down on the gag as his face felt like it was on fire where he had received the callous blow. He was terrified and didn't want his father practically sitting on him.

"You know, you're a tough little shit." Peter jeered.

Johnny opened his eyes and tried to become part of the wall to get away from the man.

"You know I wonder…" Peter ran his hand across his son's chest and down his stomach.

Johnny opened his eyes wide. He grunted as he began to struggle against his very intoxicated father. Every time he moved he could feel something grating in his right side and it hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. His head was throbbing but that was so far from his thoughts that he didn't even notice it at this point. He tried to scream "NO!" but his father kept sliding his hands lower and lower over his body. The boy shook uncontrollably as he felt his fathers hand on his private area on top of his pants.

Johnny fought the tears wishing he could die at this very moment.

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