Calix Hayes; The Gangs Sibling (The Outsiders)

Jumped

Calix walks up the porch steps hoping everyone went to bed...

Flashback!

"Fuck you!"

"Ooh! She's got a potty mouth. How about we fix that." The socs laughed evilly, as they pinned her down and cut the corners of her mouth, like the Joker.

Before they could run away she got a hold of them one at a time, and made them pay for what they did. Then she walked home, well to the curtis house.

Flashback over!

...But luck wasn't on her side because when she walked inside, looking at the floor, the first thing she heard was "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" She could tell the whole gang was there from how many shoes were there.

"You know. Around" She answer what sounded like Darry. It hurt to talk and was slightly slurred, and she knew they had noticed.

"Are you drunk?" She could tell that was Johnny from how quiet it was asked.

"No." She stated this in a way that they knew she was telling the truth.

"Then why were you out so late!?" That was Ponyboy.

She could feel blood pooling in her mouth, but she could do nothing as some of it dripped to the floor. She didn't think anyone saw.

She swallowed before answering, "I'm really tired, can we do this tomorrow."

"No! We will do this now!" Again, Darry.

It was quiet for a few minutes, before Sodapop spoke up. "Why is there blood on the floor? And more importantly why is it in front of you?" As if the Gang just noticed her head facing the ground, they all got worried.

"I got jumped, but it's only a little scratch." That was a full on lie, and everyone knew it. Before she could stop him, Two-bit had jumped up from the couch and pulled her face up so only he could see. What he saw shocked him to horror. "HOLY SHIT!" He jumped back and she quickly put her head down. More blood pooled at her feet from the sudden movement.

Next was Dally who came up to her, and looked at her face. "WHAT THE FUCK! YOU NEED TO GO TO A HOSPITAL!" This time he pulled her into the kitchen, and got her to stand by the sink well he got the first aid kit. Everyone had followed and watched in horror as blood continuously dripped from her mouth into the sink, tho they still hadn't seen her face.

"It's not that bad, and I'm not going to a damn hospital." She growled. More blood flowed from her mouth as she talked.

Dally gave her a cloth, and pull her to the table. "Well then we are stitching you up here."

"Ok." They were all surprised. Getting stitched hurt like hell, but then again they had never seen her super hurt, just a scratch here and there. She finally lifted her head, and they were all in shock. They cut right through the corners of her mouth to the middle of her cheeks. She would look like the Joker when they healed.

Dally started to stitch them up after he had disinfected them. Something the gang didn't know he could do, considering Pony usually stitched the gang up. Calix didn't even flinch or wince or anything. It made the gang guess that either she was used to it or she was on something, but they didn't ask just then. They waited till later.

When they were done Dally cleaned everything up, and Calix walked to the couch like nothing had happened. After a few minutes the gang sat in the living room with her, and they watched some mickey mouse.

"So..." Steve started.

The gang all started to ask questions at once until Calix stopped them. "One at a time please."

"How come you didn't wince or anything when getting stitched?" Soda asked first.

"Well it didn't hurt." She said like it was obvious.

" And how in the HELL did that not hurt?" Pony asked, which resulted in a smack on the back of the head by Darry.

"I don't know. It didn't even hurt well they were cutting me."

"Are you on drugs?" Two-bit blurted out.

"No. Well that was a lie, but it probably has something to do with my childhood."

"SO YOU ARE ON DRUGS! WHAT DID YOU TAKE!" Darry yelled.

"Just some Coke, take a chill pill."

"What happened in your childhood?" Steve questioned.

"Well my mom abused me my whole life. From when I was 3 to when I moved here. I bet you 5 bucks anything you can think of she has done."

"Shot you." Dally stated.

"Yep," She pulled up her shirt, so they can see the scar. "Shotgun. I was about 13 at the time. Had to treat it myself."

"Mother Fucker! How are you still alive?" Soda screeched, causing another slap in the back of the head.

"I don't know, guess I just didn't want to."

"Ok. I think it's time for bed. Some of you got work, and others got school." Darry stated, causing everyone to groan. "Now!" That had everyone scrambling off to bed.