Fearless | Sodapop Fanfiction | The Outsiders (Editing)

Chapter 5 | Plan in Action (Edited)

Soda drove us to my house. I gave him directions and he did as said. I was still really nervous to go back in there, but I knew Pony wouldn't let my parents do anything to me while he was there. That was reassuring, but I knew what my parents were capable of.

Soda was right out here in the truck if we needed help. Hopefully, nothing will escalate so far that Soda needed to come in to help.

When we made it to the corner, I told Soda to park. My house was near the corner anyway, and I didn't want my parents to see the car.

Pony and I got out of the car and made our way to my house. Well, my old house. The yard was still a disaster. Nobody took care of the growing weeds. It grass grew through the metal fence and into the outside of the yard.

In the patches of dead grass, broken glass glimmered in the sunlight. The glass probably came from my father's broken beer bottles, or my mom beating me to a pulp with wine glasses.

I bet some of the glass came from the broken windows. Twice, my mom and dad beat me so hard, they pushed me into a window and it broke. One of those times, it sent me tumbling into the yard. I knew my ankle was sprained from the fall, but nobody did a thing. My ankle is still kind of fucked up from that.

There were rocks and dust all over the walkway. Nobody ever took the time to sweep it up and make it look somewhat decent.

The floorboards on the porch were creaky and flimsy. Somebody could fall through them any day now if they weren't replaced.

I quietly opened the front door, which luckily, didn't creak when opening. I looked in the living room and saw my dad, passed out drunk on the sofa. The TV was on and it was playing some old show. 

I grabbed Pony by the arm, and guided him toward my room. We went up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. My bedroom door was closed, which was not good.

For some reason, my bedroom door had the loudest creak when it opened or closed. Knowing my mom was probably at the store since the car was gone, and my dad was passed out drunk, I opened the door. I opened it slowly and walked in, Pony right behind me.

"Just look out the window, I don't know when my mom will be home." I told him. He nodded walking over to my window.

I began searching my room silently. I looked under my bed, and my stuffed animal was laying sideways. I reached my arm under the bed and pulled her out. I grabbed one of my backpacks and put her in. I packed some clothes, the rest of my other important items, then began to search for my money. I know I have some in here somewhere I've been saving. I had been saving it so I could move out as soon as I turned eighteen, but I don't think I'll have to worry about that as much. It's still my money and I want it.

I looked in the secret hole in my closet and pulled out at least Sixty dollars. I have been saving it since I was thirteen. That's a lot considering I had to rake leaves, clean houses, clean yards, and stuff like that for it.

I put my backpack on and got ready to leave the room. Suddenly, I got a very bad feeling deep in my stomach. A feeling that told me that my dad might've woken up and heard us.

I looked at Pony, who was already looking at me with a nervous look on his face. He definitely had that same feeling I had.

We silently stepped over to my window and opened it. There was a tree right outside we could climb. I handed Pony my stuff and he took it outside with him. I let him climb out first.

Once he was out, I started my climb. Then I heard the floorboards creak behind me. I saw the sight that I feared most.

I froze as I saw my dad  in the doorway, drunk off his mind. He was giving me an angry look. I knew I had to hurry. I forced myself to move, but he grabbed onto me. Pony tried to reach for my hand, but he couldn't grab it without falling out of the tree.