Hey guys! I'm soooo sorry for the wait but here it is! I just started back a school, so I'm hoping to possibly update a few today and then probably by next weekend have a few more out for you guys! I want to know more about what you guys feel about Ally- I thought Mint Gum was a nice little character building chapter, what did you guys think? Anyways, this story is about to start getting into the M rating. Ally is only 14 right now, and it hasn't been long enough for them to get all incestuous yet, but I'm going to start really building into that part of the story.
Hope you like it and thanks so so so so so much to all of my followers and favoriters and reviewers!
That day when Grandma came in with the food, she stayed longer then usual.
"The maids are cleaning everything today." She stated, her eyes harsh and physique looking just as crisp and unapproachable as ever.
Walking over to the table with the small radio, Grandma picked both up in an almost amazing show of strength- the skin on her arms wobbled like jello and moved around like a tire-swing. When she had gotten that out of the way, she kicked the woven rug over and bent down, pulling on a rope that seemed to have sprouted right up from the floor. With a creak and a groan, part of the floor lifted up and opened to show its contents- a set of rickety, dusty stairs- the way an envelope might open onto a letter that had been lost for decades. She coughed and waved her hand around and then motioned for us to gather up our things and bring them down there with us.
The inside of the attic was almost as unimpressive as the stairs- except for the fact that it seemed to run the whole length of the house- there wasn't an end to be seen. There was a dusty window that was too mucked up to look through, a few bookshelves and some old chests.
"Well, it's not much but, there are a few windows along the length of it. It's pretty spacious... I suppose I wouldn't mind if you cleaned the windows up so that you could see through them. Maybe open them when it starts to get dark.."
When I looked at her, it seemed almost that she could love us in that moment- or that she was at least a decent person. But that faded quickly as she smirked at me and beckoned me to her side.
Nervously, I went to her. She towered over me like a giant and I gulped. Reaching into a pocket I didn't know was there, she procured a silver, rectangular and thin package from its depths. I smiled too soon and she snarled. As quick as lightning she had me by the ear and whispered into my ear, "Take one every day. Don't you dare forget lest you create more mouths to feed." She shoved the foil into my hands and I gasped as she released my ear and pushed me away from her.
The foil seemed to contain rows of small white and blue pills and I was choked up with confusion and fear. I looked to my brothers and their friends and Darry looked pissed as hell.
"What're you thinking! She doesn't even know what those are.. what do you think is gonna happen down here? Huh? She's fourteen for god's sake!"
Grandmother growled in an animalistic way and shoved a finger into Darry's thick chest. "I think all of you are disgusting creatures of sin, that's what I think! You'd do best to remind her to take one everyday too! You don't wanna know what I'd do if some... creature were born here!" And with that, the Grandmother turned on her heels and stomped out of the attic.
By the time she was gone, I was a weeping mess on the ground and Soda got on the floor with me. "Shush, Ally. It'll be just fine. We'll take care of you. Shh, don't listen to anything that bitch says."
Finally, through trembling lips and wracking sobs I managed to get out a few words, "I"-"huh,huh"-I do-huh-huh-don't"-"Under"-"Huh"-"huh-stand."
"And you don't need to. Don't take those." Darry came over and reached down, "Will you give those to me?"
I handed them to him without pause and then asked, "What are they though?"
Darry covered his face with a hand and swiped- a gesture of tired frustration.
"It really doesn't matter." Soda rubbed my back in circles and I said, "I guess it doesn't", even though Soda hadn't been asking a question.
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It had been three weeks since the last time any of us had seen mother. I knew because I had started using Dally's switchblade to carve tallies into one of the walls of the attic. There were four sets of tallies and one stray tally just waiting to be added to a group of four.
I nibbled into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and tried to get into Wuthering Heights but it just wasn't happening. I looked to see that Two-Bit was out cold on the floor while Mickey mouse ran around on the quietly buzzing TV. Ponyboy, Johnny, Steve and Dally were in the corner playing for smokes. I wondered where Soda and Darry were- until I noticed the attic hatch was lifted. As quietly as possible, I skated along the pine floor in just my socks and tip-toed down the rickety steps.
Before I reached the bottom I heard Steve yell down, "If you find Soda, tell him we're playin for smokes."
"Don't yell in here Steve, ya big dummy!" I whisper-yelled back, and he laughed.
"If you find him, you can play too. Maybe I'll even let you have a drag." The offer did sound tempting, and I found myself going down those stairs at a faster pace then before.
I found Darry before I found Soda. He was tying a rope to one of the rafters and had started to knot the bottom when he noticed me.
"Hey Ally-Bug."
"Whacha doin?" I asked through the last bite of peanut butter and jelly.
"I'm just makin' one of those ropes you have to climb in gym class- I need to keep at least some of my arm strength up."
I nodded like I understood about wanting to be all bulgy muscles and then I asked Darry if he knew where Soda was.
"Dunno. I saw him go that way not too long ago," Darry gestured back, further into the creaky, shaded and really creepy attic. I weighed the risks- being scared and the benefits- a smoke- and then I thanked Darry and was on my way to finding Soda.
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Have you ever had an experience that you shouldn't have had? Ever seen anything that could have been helped if you hadn't been so damn curious or- in my case- if you hadn't wanted to try a smoke so bad?
As I walked through the attic, I eventually neared a spot I had never seen before. The place was set up like a fort with pillows and blankets and something was keeping them up so that the whole place had a frame and could hide somebody pretty well.
"Unggh, fuck" I heard a noise from inside that sounded like Soda. His voice was low and ragged and I wondered if he was hurt. The logical thing would have been to call out his name- "Soda,"- but I guess at this time in my life, I wasn't too much of a logical thinker- what with being locked in an attic for three weeks.
"Fuck," Soda said again, and I got closer and closer. When I could touch the fort, I did just that- reached out, and soon found that I had come to the opening. Lifting the blankets apart, I stuck my head in.
Inside, the fort was pretty small. The checkered quilting of the blankets lent the "room" a sense of decoration. The only things in there were a bed with some sheets on it and a Sodapop Curtis.
My brother had both hands around some sort of rod. It was covered in a spray of dark hair and he pumped it up and down in long strokes.
"Fuck, Sandy, ungg", My eyes widened and I knew suddenly that he wasn't in pain. He was touching his... his. I covered my mouth with a hand and jumped out of there as quickly as possible. I tip-toe ran as far away as I could and then settled myself close to a window, trying to calm my stammering heart.
He hadn't seen me, he'd been too focused on... my thoughts trailed off. I knew I would never for a day in my life be able to get the image of Soda and his.. thing... out of my mind. My retinas burned and I wanted to cry and puke and- and.
Brothers weren't supposed to do that stuff, were they? I mean, of course I knew about masturbation. I was fourteen and I went to school with guys. But I had never for a moment in my whole existence thought that brothers- my brothers- or fathers- did that sort of thing.
A tear leaked out and I realized I had bitten holes into my pale palm. I didn't want Soda to find me here- so near to that fort- so I hurriedly made my way back to Darry and his rope.
"Ally-Bug, what's wrong?" I couldn't even look him in the eye- he probably did it too.
"I'm going up." I stated in a harsh, almost monotone voice.
When I got back to the room, everyone was awake and Two-Bit had joined the game. All I could see as I looked at them was each of them in place of Soda in that fort.
Fuck, Sandy
"Hey, where's Soda, ya brat?" Steve said and Pony glared daggers into the back of his head.
"I couldn't find him okay. Geez stop bothering me about it." I blurted and wished I hadn't.
"Okay, fine. Only asked you once." Steve mumbled under his breath and I ran and locked myself into the bathroom.
"Ally, are you alright?" I heard Pony's voice on the other side and he rapped his knuckles on the door.
"I'm fine, golly. Can't anyone poop around here?" Pony huffed but left. I heard him settle back on the floor. I tried to block out the drone of their voices as I slouched onto the toilet seat, trying to catch some rest and maybe a blissful hour or two of no memories.
Needless to say, when I did dream, all I saw was that fort and Soda and all I heard was, "Fuck unggh."