Sophie And Lane

Chapter 9

Sophie's POV

My entire first day of school was spent taking placement tests. I was placed in the dumb classes for reading, which was fine with me. I could sleep or skip an' nobody would care. I can't read anyway. The letters don't make sense and it takes way too long to read. The poor sap of teacher really did try, but after a two weeks, she completely gave up. Now she just sat at her desk, probably wondering why she decided to become a teacher.

My math classes, however, I actually had to try in...somehow I got bumped up a grade and was in Ponyboy's class. I didn't mind going to that class.

Home Ec was another story. The teacher in there was a total bitch. She had it out for me, Lane, and Angel. It was like she enjoyed singling us out. "With Thanksgiving coming up, we're going to cook our own turkey dinner! I want you to bring a recipe for a traditional dish that your family has on Thanksgiving." I swear she kept looking at us outta the corner of her eye.

Angel smirk, "guess I'm bringing booze."

Lane chuckled darkly and leaned her head down the back of a chair. "Is there a problem, Ms. Curtis?" She asked in a clipped voice.

"Yeah," she stood up, "I do have a problem. You know exactly what the hell you're doin'. We," she pointed to herself, me and Angel, "know you think we're nothin' but trash and I'm kinda sick of it."

"Elaine," she shook her head, "you better think really carefully before you continue."

She crossed her arms, but I jumped up, "you're a stupid bitch. You're just pissed cause your short, fat and probably ain't gotten laid since the 20's." Lane and Angel both stared at me in awe. "Road kill smells better than you."

Angel leaned over grinning, "that cause her cooch is rotting, not getting used." I have never seen anyone turn that shade of purple.

She screamed at us as we were escorted to the principal's office. I could hear her demanding that we get expelled or locked up. Honestly, I wouldn't give a rat's ass if I was expelled.

Principal Evans was not amused by our antics. He gave us two options: get paddled by him or call our parents. Angel called Tim, knowing he wouldn't care. I decided to have him call Steve, he'd find it funny. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

Lane's POV

Home Ec ended badly, not for me, the stupid cow totally forget what I said after Sophie and Angel jumped in. I was getting my stuff out of my locker when Angel came out with Tim, "what happened?" I hissed, grabbing her arm.

"Nothin' since we're 'first time offenders,' well...this year anyway," she grinned, "he just called our "parents".

I was so relieved. I thought for sure they were gonna get paddled. Tim don't care, as long as Angel and Curly, the middle Shepard, don' go to jail. Sophie, on the other hand, was a different story. I've heard Steve threaten to skin her a few times. But then again, Darry threatens it too, but it's an empty threat.

Pony met up with me as Sophie and Steve came out of the office. Steve looked livid and Sophie looked a little nervous. She gave me a small wave as Steve grabbed her upper arm. "Guess Soph is gettin' a ride home," Pony said, oblivious to how pissed Steve looked.

"Yeah," I muttered, "let's get home." I didn't want to stay at school any longer.

Sophie's POV
*TRIGGER WARNING* Spanking of a minor

Steve drove us home. Dad's truck was gone which means he was at the bar. Steve hadn't said a word to me since we left school, "go upstairs." He growled.

"Why?"

"Because I said so." He glared at me, "I suggest you get up there now."

Something in his tone told me to listen. I got out of the car and slumped upstairs. I went to his room and sat on his bed. I really hoped we weren't gonna fight. We'd been gettin along pretty good. I wished Steve would hurry up and yell at me so we could be done.

Steve finally came in, he sat next to me, "Sophie, do you have any idea how much trouble you could have gotten in?" He demanded.

"Well, I was hoping to get expelled," I joked quietly.

"You could get taken away, sent back to Texas. Dad ain't admitting you're his kid." Steve spoke sternly, "is that what you want?"

I shook my head, "no, I don't want to go back. I'm sorry, Steve."

"This is serious, Sophie! Do you understand that?"

I rolled my eyes, "ok ok...it's serious." I tend to cop an attitude when I'm nervous.

He stood up. "I don't think you do." Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, "get up." I looked at him, comfused, "I said, get up." He wasn't yelling. I slowly got up. Steve bent me over, "hand on the bed."

It finally hit me (pun intended), "Steve...no, you can't." He didn't say anything, but I felt the first smack on my butt, "Steve, what the fuck?"

He spanked me again, "I'm showing you how serious this is. This", another smack followed, "is called a spanking." Then he let me have it. He rained smack afted smack on my butt. My ass started to burn. I let out a whimper. Steve pulled my leggings down, "you're getting 10 with a wooden spoon. Am I getting through to you?"

"Yes," I whispered softly. The first smack hit right where my thigh meets my butt cheek. I twisted the blanket between my fingers so I wouldn't move. He continued paddling me until he hit 10.

Steve quickly pulled up my leggings and pulled me into a hug, "I don't wanna lose you. I just got you back." I don't know what came over me, but I broke down for the first time in god knows how long. Steve sat down and put me on his lap, "Soph." He was at a lost for words.

"I'm sorry, Steve, I didn't think." I sobbed, "I didn't think you actually gave a shit. No one else does! Mom and Douche Canoe hate me. They treated me like nothing. Dad wants nothing to do with." I cried harder. I found my myself telling Steve about everything, except the cutting. He just hugged me and listened. I ain't sure how long I cried, but eventually, I fell asleep on my brother's lap. I can't remember the last time anyone held me.