Lust :;: That's All [( A Ponyboy Story)] 3

October 19

The clockread 11:08, and the screams and bangs have been going on since 9. School was dreadful, and now that my weekends consisted of nothing, my Friday night involved me trying to read a book for English. Romeo and Juliet. By far one of the most boring and most time consuming books I have ever read. The screaming was unbearable, between the 'thys' and shalts', and the four hours of reading, I couldn't turn another page. I threw the book on the floor and turned on the radio. The highest volume still couldn't cover up the racket and arguments going on outside of my bedroom, but it was better than nothing. I just layed there. What I'd do for a smoke... or a drink, or Lorenzo, he always made me feel better, but no, not anymore. I dozed off in thought.

The bedroom door flew open and my mother came in, crashing to the floor. I shuttered and quickly awoke. It was now 12:10. I got out of my bed and ran over to my mom. Before I could help her up, my dad came in and picked her up by her wrists.
"Get off her!" I screamed. Then and there a bottle of pills fell out of her pocket. I looked at my mother with such hatred, disgust, and immediately resented even thinking of helping her a few moments before. I went to my window and opened it.
"Rockelle..." My mother weakly spoke my name. When I put my leg out the window, my head was pulled back.
My dad had me by the hair. He pulled my head back so his lips were to my ear, "If you go out this house, it's the last house you'll be in, and the last family you'll get." He scowled.
"What family? Hell is better than livin' in this dump!" He harshly let go of my hair and I fell to the ground outside.
"Get out of here!" He yelled.I limped behind the side of the house.
A window opened and my sister sleepily popped her head out. 'Don't leave me' she told me.
"Come with me." I told her. She threw her hands in the air, showing me to speak in sign language. 'Come with me' I demanded.
She replied with stern hands 'No, you can't run away from your problems.'
I was frustrated. 'You're eight, you don't have problems.' She went to shut the window but I grabbed it before it closed. 'I'm sorry' I apologized.
'Then stay'
I sighed, 'I can't.'
'I'm not coming.'
I sighed, thinking of all the possibilities 'Lock your door, and window, I will be back in morning. You're going to Aunt Mena's. Now go to bed. Don't go out of your room until I get home. Okay?' She nodded and gave me a big hug.
I walked through the streets pondering what would happen to me, it was barely safe enough to walk alone during the day, night is flat out dangerous. I didn't have any of my old friends to call. Usually when I left the house I'd sleep at Lorenzo's, or my ex-best friend, Isabella's house. That was, if I even came home that night.
I saw a lot somewhere close. I didn't want to walk any farther, afraid of what I'd run into... or what would come to me. There were trees and a picnic bench which looked safe to sleep on. It was getting cold, but it was my last resort.
Not paying attention to my steps, I tripped and fell on the same leg I fell on before. I clenched and breathed through my teeth in pain, before quickly getting up after noticing I tripped over a person. As he got up, I apoligized over and over again, "I'm so sorry. i was just-, I mean I was going to - I-," I kept stuttering.
He looked mad at first, but he wiped the expression off his face. "Ah, it's alright. I don't care. I didn't hurt ya did I?" He reassured me.
"No. I'm sorry. I'll go find another place..."
He rubbed his eyes. "Were you sleeping?" I asked.
"I was tryin' to."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why are you sleepin' in a cold parking lot?"
He took a good look at me and sat back down to where he was before, "Why are you lookin' for another lot? Well, wherever you're going you should start gettin' there."
"Wait, Johnny Cade? Can I sit?"
He openly offered a seat next to him. "You know who I am?" He questioned.
"Yeah, you're always with Ponyboy." I shuffled. "So why are you sleepin' in the lot?" I loosened up a bit. Johnny didn't threaten me like other people did. I don't know how he hung around Dallas Winston.
He shrugged, "Family stuff. You don't wanna know."
I chuckled sarcastically, "You ain't bluffin'."
"How s.hity is your family?"
I exhaled deeply and just thought, "As s.hity as it gets." I, for a split second considered telling him everything. Then I realized, I was talking to a Greaser, who I really just met, and I began to tense up again and got up, "I should go." I brushed off my skirt awkwardly, not knowing what to do or where to go next.
"Listen, if you're worried about me tellin' the guys, I ain't gonna. You ain't got no where to go. I don't. You might as well crash here."
I looked off into the streets thoughtless and sat back down, "I don't want Tulsa knowin' my life long story and I don't tell strangers, it's-"
He put his hand on my shoulders, "You have to tell someone sometimes. We're in the same shoes."
I cringed my lips and furrowed my eyebrows at him. He hesitantly, slowly removed his hand in awkardness. We were silent for a moment. "When I was little..." I told him the whole story from the beginning to end, no interuptions, he just listened. I told him how my mom was a drug addict, my father cheats and drinks his life away, my old friends were always about the party and who was the most fun to party with, and my boyfriend and our screwed up relationship. Then I brought up Carmella, "she doesn't even have a future, she doesn't go to school, and if I'm not runnin' away I'm her only affection. Which isn't really a lot that I'm home. If I don't have a future, no one can take care of her. An' she's a bright kid, she'll never be able to use her smarts. She's lucky she can't hear all the fights, but I still leave her all alone in that horrible house..." I teared and swiftly wiped it away. I laughed at myself in pity, "Crazy girl tellin' you her sad story. I bet you don't want to hear it."
"Just glad to know I'm not the only one."
I payed my full attention. Both his parents were drunks and they hardly ever acknowledged that they had a son. When his dad hit him, it made him feel noticed. He was a sad case. When he was done I shifted myself to the bench on the picnic table and lay there, "Wow." I shivered.
"I got the guys." He said tiredly, "They're my family. You don't have anyone"

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