Get on the Road Again

16

Steve's POV
I knew something was coming.

Ever since the day my parents came home, my dad has not been happy about another person living in his house.

He wanted to get back at me.

After I left the DX I came home and went to my room, but I didn't notice that the only other person home was my dad.
"Steve! Come downstairs now!".

Oh shit.

I ran downstairs and my dad was in the living room. I could smell the alcohol from the second I'd walked into the house, but I had chosen to ignore it.

I shouldn't have.

"Why would you let someone live here when we were gone? Without my permission!" He yelled at me.
"She needed a place to stay! I didn't think it would be a big deal!" "Yeah well you didn't think to ask first as usual, you fuck up". Here we go again. This is what I didn't miss when they were gone.
"I was trying to be nice! What do you want me to do? Kick her out? She'd be devastated and homeless! I can't do that to her". Then he walked towards me and pushed me to the ground.

I had two options, I could run out of the house and he wouldn't follow me, or stay here. I knew that if I ran now, he would do this later with people in front of him or not. Y/n would call for help, I know that, but I didn't want her to see any of this .

I don't want anyone to see this.

Besides, y/n could get flashbacks from her life in New York, and I don't want that to happen.

I got up off of the floor, "what do you want from me!" "To be fucking normal!" "Yeah like you?" I immediately regretted saying that. He punched me in the face, knocking me down again. Then he began kicking me while I laid on the ground.

Then the worst happened, y/n ran into the house.

She had a shocked look on her face. Then she turned and ran again.
What was happening to her!? I could tell something was wrong. She needed help.

"Y/n-" I tried to say and reached my arm out towards the door, but she was already long gone.

Then all I saw was black.

Dallas POV
I was at the Curtis' when we heard a knock at the door, which was weird because no one ever knocked. Ponyboy got up and opened it, and we saw Evie.
"Steve's not here" I told her "I know, I need to tell everyone something" she said and walked over to me.
"Well-" she started, but all of a sudden y/n burst through the door. Her face was stained from tears, and she shut the door and turned to press herself against it, looking at everyone.
"Y/n?" Pony asked with worry, but Evie interrupted him and whispered to me "Y/n and Soda are dating" in my ear.

I was shocked at first, but then I was filled with anger.

"You're joking right?" I said to Evie "you're joking!", "What-?" Y/n spoke for the first time since entering the house.

"You are seriously not dating Soda right!?" I yelled at her. There was definitely a better way to go about this, but I was too angry to control myself.

I walked right over to her and looked at her face "right!?" I asked again.
"Well, um, actually-" "you bitch" I interrupted her. She looked terrified.
"Leave me-" she began to say, but I didn't want to hear it "you bitch! I'm going to fucking kill him!".
"Dallas stop!" she yelled at me, moving to block the door so I couldn't leave.
"Move!" I yelled, but she stayed put.

Then I did something I regret with all my life.

When she didn't move from the door, I grabbed her shirt and threw her to the ground.
I can't believe I just did that.

She fell onto the ground, but got back up quickly and punched me right in the face.
Then she opened the door and ran.

Fuck.
What did I just do!?

I looked at the gang and Evie.
Everyone was speechless.

"Get out" I said.
"What?" Evie asked softly, but I yelled "get out!" which made her scurry up and run out.
"What the hell Dallas!" Two-bit yelled at me, "I-" "no" he said, not even allowing me to speak, and left the house.
"I'm going with him" Ponyboy said and left as well. I looked at Johnny, the last remaining. "Johnny-" "Dal you need to learn to control your anger" was all he said and got up and left too.

Fuck, why am I like this!

I started to kick shit that was left on the ground, then progressively moved to kicking the couch with every ounce of anger in me.

I started to cry.
I can't believe I did this to her.