Disclaimer: I own no one from The Outsiders. I do own my OC Lori and her family.
Lori was sitting in her room, listening to the arguing that was going on that was coming from downstairs. She hated it when her family started fighting. It was her mother, father and older brother Ken again.
She carefully listened in more and heard "Kenneth, what do you think you're doing in a gang?" from their dad. She rolled her eyes and just wished they'd stop.
Lori has had a bad life, mother and father both are drunks, brother is over protective. Her father would go to a bar and not come home for what seems like forever. When he'd come home he'd take his anger out on the family. The main one the anger was towards half the time was Lori.
But she found out that the tree outside her window is a good climbing tree. Every time the family would start to fight she'd climb down the tree and go for a nice long walk. Even though half the time she can hear her family fighting for a mile down the road.
Lori sighed a pissed off sigh when she heard her father call for her. She got up and went down to the living room and her dad threw a beer bottle at her, then he decided he was going to pin her against the wall and smack her some.
Lori learned to take his blows, but sometimes she just wishes she was dead. Dead to the world and her family. She felt the blood pour out of the cut on her arm her father gave her from the beer bottle. She winced when he hit her with a closed fist on the cut.
"You're a worthless tramp," her dad said and that was when Ken had enough. He was doing all he could to get their father off of her and to help Lori breath. Their dad had his arm on her neck trying to kill her. They all knew he was drunk; he does this all the time when he's drunk.
Lori had a flashback of before her father lost his job.
They were walking the streets to go get some ice cream. She loved the daughter-father times they had. He'd always order her more then her mother would allow. But her father would always tell her mom that it's not every day he gets to spoil his daughter, even though it was every day they'd go get ice cream and go to the park and play.
Lori came back to reality when she felt her fathers knee in her gut. She wanted to scream out but couldn't. She felt the tears building up and suddenly he was off of her. She fell to the floor breathing hard to get the air back into her lungs. She coughed some and a little bit of blood came up.
"You okay?" Ken asked kindly and she nodded, got up and leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath more. She slowly slipped her shoes on as well as she could.
The whole time she couldn't stop blaming herself for her fathers drinking. She blamed herself because when she was ten she got into a fight with some neighborhood kids and ended up in the hospital and her father was so worried over her. She thought that was when he started drinking then remembered the faithful day he got fired.
Lori was in the living room playing cards with her brother while her mother and father were at work. Lori was winning the game and didn't know that Ken was letting her win.
They heard their dad's car pull in and the door slam shut. Lori gave Ken a confused look and he just shrugged. Thinking he was sent home since there wasn't any work to do. Their dad came in.
"Daddy, wanna play?" Lori asked kindly with a smile. Happy her daddy was home.
"no," was all their dad said and went to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Lorraine had tears in her eyes and Ken held her close so she could cry. Their dad came out and saw Lori crying, "Stop crying you damn baby."
That just made Lori cry harder. Her dad walked over and slapped her as hard as he could making her fall to the floor. Ken picked her up and took her to his room where she could cry all she wanted. Lori wanted to say something to her brother but couldn't' because of the tears.
From that day on her father has been a drunken, abusive father. She couldn't even let out one tear without him smacking her. She was scared as hell of her father. Most girls have perfect relationships with their dads.
When Lori got her breath back she got up and ran out the door. Forgetting a jacket. Her brother stopped their father from following. Which made Lori sigh in relief, she walked down the street and could still hear her family yelling at each other.
The main thing she could hear was her father saying, "she's worthless, why have her around?" That made her cry even harder. She got to a light pole and sat down. She brought her knees up to her chest and just cried as hard as she could. She knew her eye-liner would be running but she didn't care about that. She only cared about killing herself right now since it seems like that's the best thing to do.
She reached down to her sock and got her knife out and just sat there staring at it. Thinking if she ended her life, maybe then her family would realize how much she's needed around the house and stuff. She played with her knife, twisting it and stuff in her hand.
She closed her eyes and thought back when she was four or five,
Lori was sitting in her room and her dad came in.
"hey Lori," her dad greeted with a smile and sat on her bed. Lori didn't reply since she was busy crying, "hey Lorraine what's wrong doll?"
"Just stuff going on at school is bugging me," Lori said and felt herself get tackled on the bed and tickled, "I give!" she screamed with laughter. Her dad stopped and helped her up.
"So, feel better?" He asked and dragged her out of her room and down the stairs ,"Get your shoes on, we're tossing the football around."
She smiled at that and did what her dad said since she loved to toss the football around. After she had her shoes on she ran out the door with the football in hand. Her dad passed her and stopped at the bottom of the steps. Lori smiled and got onto her dad's back, "By the way, I do feel better, I love you dad."
"I love you too kiddo," her dad replied and they went to the lot to play football.
Lori just sat there and cried at the sound of her family fighting. Why the hell do they have to fight all the time? She kept asking herself. For some reason the only reason she could think of was her dad's drinking.
She went to get up but decided to just sit there and thin more. The main thing she wanted to do was go get a beer somewhere. She sighed and just stayed in her spot since her neck and stomach was hurting like hell. She looked at her arm, it stopped hurting but the blood was still pouring out. She searched her pockets and found two handkerchiefs she took one and tied it around the cut and prayed it'll stop bleeding soon.
As she was sitting there a black car showed up. She gripped her knife tighter, willing to fight if she had to.
"Damn it girl, why the fuck are you out here?" she heard a husky voice. The voice of the guys she could always count on.
"Tim?" she asked in a weak voice. He went over to her and saw how she was holding her knife. He quickly took it and stuffed it in his pocket, "give it back, I need to die."
"No, I can't and won't let you die this way, it's not your time," Tim growled as he dragged her off the sidewalk and to his car.
"Tim, please, just let me," she begged as she was shoved into the car. She started crying harder. He got into the car and headed to the hang out. Once they got to the hang out he went over, picked her up after he got the door open and took her inside.
"Why do you want to die so bad Lori?" Tim asked as he placed her on the couch next to a couple of the guys.
"I'm worthless and a burden to everyone," she told him through tears of pain.
"No you're not Lorraine, you're not worthless and you're not a burden to anyone," Mark told her as he placed an arm around her shoulders.
"I am to a burden, ask my family," she told him getting off the couch and went to the fridge. She opened the fridge and got a beer out. Before anyone could stop her she had the top off and drinking it.
"Your father is a drunk, he doesn't know what he's saying anymore Lori," Tim told her taking the beer from her hand, "Don't even think about getting another one, you do Ken will be killing you."
"Good, then I won't have to deal with anyone's shit anymore," she mumbled and left the hang out.
"Lori?" she heard from behind her.
'What?" she asked in a rude tone. Not wanting to talk to anyone.
"I'm sorry dad did that to you," Ken told her and that made her cry even harder. "Lori please sis, stop crying." He took her in his arms and let her cry more if needed. He hated to see his sister fall apart like this.
She just leaned against him crying, to sore to move anymore. He picked her up, sat on the couch and held her close.
"By the way Ken, when I found her she was holding her knife like she was going to slit her wrists," Tim told him and he just sighed not sure what to say to anyone.
"Where's the knife now?" Ken quietly asked since Lori fell asleep in his arms.
"My pocket," Tim replied as he picked Lori up. He then took her to his room to sleep.
Tim went back out to Ken and they both weren't sure what to do anymore.
"That cut was bad, I will take her to the hospital if it doesn't start to heal tonight," Ken replied, the first thing that came to his mind.