Candace Trumen (Mostly called Tru) has spent her whole life living in Tulsa, Oklahoma. When her mom died of cancer, and her father turns to alcohol for answers, Tru's 7 friends are there to help her along the way, ultimately leading her to the love...
"Well, here's your stop." Steve said, as he stepped on the brakes in front of my house. We had ridden in Steve's car, and my house was the first stop.
"See ya guys tomorrow!" I mentioned. "At the Curtis' house, I mean." I knew it was a Sunday tomorrow, so I didn't have to go to work. Neither did the boys.
"See ya then!"
"If you got any problems with your dad, don't be afraid to call us, and we'll pick you up." Soda added.
"Gotcha, thanks!" I waved and they drove off.
I walked to the front of my house and took my house key from inside my pocket. I put it in the slot of the keyhole and fiddled around with it. When the door was unlocked, I hesitated to open it, knowing my dad was probably on the other side, drunk on the couch. Hopefully he was passed out this time.
When I opened the door, I immediately saw a big, drunk figure, I recognized as my dad. He was on the couch, eyes closed, with the T.V. on in the background. The Andy Griffith Show.
I tried to sneak past him, tip-toeing my way to my room. With my luck, the wooden plank creaked under me, and his eyes shot open. I winced at the sound.
Shit.
"What the hell are you doin', Candace? Trying to sneak past me?" He stood up, walking over to me, like he hadn't been asleep in all that time. I winced, yet again, at my first name being called.
A huge stench of beer, and liquor filled my nose, and I tried my hardest not to gag. I stepped back slowly, knowing if I ran, the beating would be more severe.
"I'm talking to you!" His voice got louder as he got closer. My body started to tremble, and tried to prepare myself for the worst. If I cried, he'd take that as a sign of weakness.
"I- I- was coming from work- the gas station- the DX gas- station." I stammered. I stepped back until I was in the kitchen. I tried to move farther away, but the kitchen table stopped me, I just pressed against it, hoping for the best.
"Why you stammering, huh?! Are you scared?! You lying to me?" He said with blood-shot eyes. "Y-y-y-you want your m-m-mommy?" He mocked me. "WELL TOO BAD!" He yelled as he slapped me right in the face, causing me to fall on top of the kitchen table, crashing into some glass cups. The glass shattered on the floor, breaking into small, tiny shards.
I was crouched over the table, holding my face with my hand. I didn't need a mirror to tell that the side of my face was red, and it stung like fire.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU RUINED THE GOOD CUPS!" He shouted, as if it was my fault. "SHIT! NOW MY HAND STINGS!" He rubbed his hand that was also red.
Tears formed in my eyes. I couldn't help it. They ran down my face, blurring my vision. I could just barely make out my father, but I knew he was still there, staring at me, thinking I was a disappointment. Knowing I was a disappointment.
I quickly wiped my tears off my face, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"OH YOUR GONNA CRY NOW? I TELL YA- I SHOULD BE THE ONE CRYING!" He walked closer to me, with a glass plate in one hand. I guess I didn't see him grab it because of the tears in my eyes, but I didn't need to see anything to know what he was gonna do, so I bolted to my room, not thinking, just running.
As I ran for the hallway, I heard glass shatter, probably him throwing the plate over at me, hitting the wall. I made it to the door of my room, closed it, and locked it from the inside. I put my body against the door, and crouched on the floor. I folded my knees to my face, and allowed my tears to fall down.
I touched the necklace my mom had given me around my neck. A gift she gave me for my 10th birthday. It was a lock, symbolizing how our love could never be broken. Before my mother died, me being 11, she wore a matching necklace, but with a gold key on it instead.
That day was devastating. I'm sure it would be for anyone. My dad was a wreck, and turned to alcohol for comfort. I turned to my friends, and thankfully they were there for me, sharing the grief.
Everyone loved my parents. Especially my mom. They treated her as if she were their second. The Curtis' mom was the same story. The same year my mom died, the Curtis' parents died in a car wreck. That period of time seemed almost unreal to the gang.
That horrible year spread the type of feeling that you would just cry for no reason. All you had to do was think of the stars and you'd ball.
Last time I saw my mother's key necklace was when she was being buried at her funeral, I had seen a faint smile on her face with the necklace on her chest, as she was lowered into the ground. I've never taken the necklace off since. (A/N: gold doesn't rust, so the necklace on her isn't so nasty😫)
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It's really the thing only possession I have, that has worth, and sentimental value to it. The gang knows that. Darry, Soda, Pony, Steve, Two-Bit, Johnny, and Dally. Each one of them showed support in their own unique way, always making sure to help me through the rough times. I would have no idea what I'd do without them.
My door was being kicked, pounded, and punched, but my body knew I couldn't let my dad through that door, so I tried to hold my place, clutching onto the necklace. With all my might, I sat there, hoping my weight would be enough to hold the door closed, as well as the lock.
After a few minutes, the door stopped pounding, and my tears stopped falling. I told myself it would be okay, and to suck it up, as I walked over to my bed. I flopped on the hard mattress, and before I knew it, sleep washed over me.
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A/N
Hehe- this kinda hurt to write- I'm not so descriptive, but I gave it my all! Next chapter is better! Word Count - 1124.
