California Runaway

chapter nine

Harley's POV

I have never been this alone before in my life. Not in a people sense. I have Betty, a woman who is sacrificing a ton for me which I am ever so grateful for. Though, I am so alone. 

I don't know how to feel about my brothers. 

I treated them like shit, but hey, they did the same to me. Maybe even worse.

After eating a  couple pieces of bacon and a sip of orange juice because my appetite wasn't as big as I hoped, I stood up and walked to my new room to get dressed for the day that was ahead of me.

I wear a red shirt with a cute little blue duck that shows off my body and corduroy  bell bottoms with my old converse. I brush my teeth and wash my face, I decide to leave my hair down as well.

It has only been a a few days since I have left Tulsa. I hope Darry isn't mad. I chuckle. Of course he's not. He's probably relieved he doesn't have to worry about me anymore. 

I do miss Johnny, though. 

Nobody in the gang or anywhere in fact knew we dated. 

I loved him to death, and I thought he also loved me. 

We shared so many good memories together. We used to hang out at the drive in and the diner all the time before it happened. 

And it wasn't my parents death that ruined it for me. 

I ruined it for me. 

It was my fault. 

I miss his face, his smile, his sympathy for others. 

I also miss how he would hug me. Johnny would hug me so gently and not too firm and he is never too touchy or insensitive. 

I almost tear up thinking about him. I quickly jump up from the floor and sigh. 

A new life here is a fresh start from what I used to have. I know I will be happy here. 

"Hey, kiddo! I'm about to leave, let me give you a ride into town while I run my little errands." Betty tells me.

I look up at her and I nod efficiently and give her a side smile. 

"I call shotgun." I proclaimed towards her. 

The car ride going into town is absolutely gorgeous. It's so different from Tulsa. The people here don't seem one sided. They all seem free. 

"Oh yeah, there are a whole lotta damn hippies out here." Betty warned me. Her face was almost serious and I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Don't worry, I won't take any drugs from them." I teased and chuckled again. Betty looked at me with sarcasm on her face and it was hilarious. 

As we made way to town I could see more of the people here. Bell bottoms and pretty dresses with women and their big hair and sexy guys with shoulder length hair. 

This is definitely not Tulsa, I think to myself. 

And I am loving it more and more.