Running from The Past

Relief?

       /unedited/

Days go by slow and silent. She smiles outside acting like her heart isn't broken. He acts like nothing happened and drinks the days away.

        Weeks go by cold and alone. She learns to love with another man that doesn't have her heart. He wakes up to another woman in his bed praying its her.

"Clara," a hand rubs the blondes' back."I think you should go to the doctor."

"James I'm fine."

"Clara, this is the tenth time you've gotten sick this week." He bends down to her level placing his hand on her arm.

"It's just a bug," Her eyes try to speak truthfully."I'm fine."

"Please?" His big brown eyes plead.

"I'll call the doctor and set up an appointment as soon as possible." She smiled giving him relief.

~  

     Sitting in the white room also sickened Clara. It's nothing new hearing children hating going to the doctors, but she never grew out of it. the cold tiles, to the cream white walls, and the bland cabinets and shelves of utilities always made her feel uneasy.

"Ms. Kennady?" The stubby nurse walked in with a clipboard.

"Yes?" Her voice piped up.

"We took some tests from your samples and retrieved all the information."

"Just a little bug I'm assuming?" Her voice asked for the reassurance of her guess.

"Well, I'm pleased to inform you that you're four weeks along." The brunette smiled in the news.

"What?" Clara's voice dropped into an uneasy tone.

"Miss Kennady, your pregnant." She smiled handing her the paperwork. 

        Clara started to drive home in silence. She knew right at that moment of long thinking the baby wasn't James. She started crying uncontrollably to where she couldn't see the road. A car soon honked at her and she drove off to the side of the road. Her heart raced as she continued to cry. She started to repeatedly hit the steering wheel in anger as she fidgeted around in her seat. 

        A week went by, and she didn't tell a soul. She knew what she had to do, and it broke her heart. She couldn't live with herself and than lie to James or have the courage to break his heart. She needed someone to talk to, she needed Sodapop. 

"Hey Violet." Ponyboy walked up the driveway meeting with her.

"Hey Pony, is Sodapop here?"

"I don't know. I just got home. He might be at the DX or his place." He continued as they walked in the house

"Hey guys!" Two-bit hollered sitting on the living room floor. Violet just waved and walked out into the kitchen.

"Hey Soda?" 

"Hey Vi!" He smiled and hugged her. "What wrong?" He pulled back to see her teary eyes.

"Can we step outside and talk?"

"Yeah, no problem." He said gesturing her to the front pouch.

"Whats going on?" Soda leaned against the railing.

"Soda, I'm pregnant."

"That's great!" Soda smiled widely until he noticed her still tear stained cheeks.

"Please don't tell me it's not James'." His smile began to fade.

'"He came over about four weeks ago." She began to sob.

"Are you for sure?" 

"Yeah. I know it's his. the time matches up with only him." She buried her face in his shirt.

"No. Dallas isn't going to do this again."

"What?" She looked up at an angry Sodapop. She's never seen him angry in her life. She noticed a few moments later his gaze went down the road to Dallas walking up the street with Sylvia.

"Soda please-"

"Stay here."

"Soda!" She screamed as he jumped off the front porch and down the street.

"Hey buddy." Dallas smirked as Soda walked up to him, but he soon came in contact with Soda's hand across his jaw.

"What the hell!" Dallas screamed pushing Sylvia back.

"You little shit!" Soda screamed getting in Dallas's face.

"What did I do?!" 

"I told you to stay away from her!"

"I did!"

"Than explain why you did the same thing to her that you did to Sara!" Soda screamed leaving Dallas' fist to meet his cheek.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your little bastard child!" He took Dallas by the collar and gritted his teath.

"Dallas what is he talking about?" Sylvia questioned in confusion.

        Dallas looked over to see Violet in Pony's arms crying on the front pourch. He knew what Soda meant. He picked himself up and walked over to them.

"Ponyboy, go."

"I'm not letting you touch her." Ponyboy defended holding on to Violet.

"Ponyboy go!"

"I'm not leting you cause everyone pain again!"

"It wasn't my fault!"

"You dragged Sara down a path and took her down with you! and Johnny! I'm not letting you do the same to her!" There was no reply from Dallas in words. His fist hit Pony in the eye causing him to stumble back.

"Is it true?" Dallas walked over to Violet shaking.

"Y-yes." She cried backing into the corner.

"Did you tell James?"

"N-no." Her eyes filled with fear.

"You either tell him or I will."

"He won't believe you." She spat trying to hold herself high and tough, but managed to still look lost and scared.

"Than you won't mind taking a blood test?" He towered above her, holding her back.

"You won't even get the chance to."

"Don't you dare." He lowered his voice to sound dangerous and killing.

        And within less than a minute Pony was back on his feet pulling Dallas back swinging at him. Sodapop ran over and grabbed Violet out of the way and lead her to her car.

"Let's go." He motioned her into the car and started to drive as fast as possible.

"What about Pony?" Her voice cracked.

"He's fine. Dallas wont hurt him, they've had fights before. Pony just wanted to get you away before Ol' Dal lost it." He said narrowing his eyes on the road.

"Take me to the hospital." Her voice tensed up.

"Why?"

"I'm getting rid of this thing."

"Violet, you need appointments for that kind of thing. And you're upset right now, you need to make rational decisions." His voice became soft as he took little glances over at here.

"I already thought about for the past week," She sat straight up in her seat. "I already set everything up. It has to be done."

"Are you sure?"

"Soda, I'm not ready to be a mother, let alone having something reminding me of Dallas." Her voice cracked as she held the tense tone.

"Okay..." Soda said taking her to the clinic.