˙˚∘⊹🦋⊹∘˚˙ Butterfly in the Moonlight

- CHAPTER 8 -

Rylee had left the house around 12, she had homework and such to work on, and she had a band contest tomorrow that she should practice her saxophone for.

She tapped her fingers against her thigh as she walked, humming her band tunes out loud in the stillness of the air. Rylee looked around, soon seeing a signature blue Mustang pulling up towards her house.

Rylee quickly bolted, running straight for the back door. She jumped over the fence and yanked open the back door, letting it slam behind her.

Rylee reached out to lock the front door. Her fingers barely grazing it before Bob opened the door. "Oh. I didn't realize you were home." He smirked as he took a drink of his alcohol.

Rylee backed up, patting her pockets for her switchblade. Bob quickly grabbed her hand with his open hand, and yanking it upwards. "You aren't grabbing that switchblade." He claimed as he tightened his grip on her wrist.

She squeaked out, grabbing Bob's hand and trying to pry his fingers off her wrist. "Bob-" She groaned out as she tried to yank her wrist out, tears poking her eyes. "Let go dammit!" Rylee yelled out as she used her other hand to grab the switchblade and put it up to Bob's throat.

Bob looked at the switchblade that was barely grazing his neck. "You wouldn't dare." He stared. And she stared back.

Randy grabbed Rylee's hand that held the switchblade, yanking it out of her hand and throwing it across the floor. Rylee's face dropped as Bob slammed her against the counter, her back cracking as it made contact with the table.

She grimaced as she landed onto her knees, tears finally falling down her cheeks as she looked up at Bob. Bob scowled and kicked her stomach, making her gasp and scratch the floor with her fingers.

Randy took off her glasses, spinning them in his hand. "I don't remember you being so pathetic, Ry-Ry.." He thought to himself as he threw the glasses onto the counter.

Rylee was getting flashbacks. Her head spinning. She hadn't been in a real fight in forever. She scowled as she pushed herself up onto the counter.

"What-" She gasped out. "What do you want? What the FUCK do you fuckers want from me?" Rylee hissed out.

Bob thought to himself. "We heard you slept with a  Greaser last night." He said with a smile on his face. "Would you like to explain that, Rylee? You're sleeping with Greasers?"

Rylee's face dropped. Who saw her? Or Johnny, or any of them. "Why would you care? I thought you hated me." She replied as she looked up at Bob.

"Because I want to know why you think sleeping with Greasers is a good thing, you are a Soc Rylee! You're acting like a wannabe Greaser. It disgusts me how you act now." Bob grimaced.

"You only liked me then because I was easier to manipulate." Rylee breathed out between panicked breaths. Her tears hitting the wood as she moved herself away from Bob and Randy.

Bob scowled as she mentioned that. "That was never it, Rylee."

"What wasn't it was you always TORMENTING Greasers! We are all the same people, we are all human. It's not like Johnny, or Ponyboy, or Dallas-" Rylee started off before Randy threw a punch towards her jaw, a loud crack came from her jaw.

Rylee grabbed a glass from the table and threw it at Randy. "Get the fuck out of my damn house, now!" She screamed out as tears streamed down her face. "Out! Out before I kill you fuckers!-" Rylee gasped out as she sobbed over the overwhelming pain going through her body.

Bob snarled under his breath. "Leave her, maybe by tomorrow she'll be weak to move at all."
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Rylee crawled out of bed. Her back and jaw still killing her mentally but she had to get ready for school. It was Monday anyways, and that was her concert night. Oh, of course Bob and Randy had to ruin her face before that.

She walked into the bathroom, turning on the light to see her ruined face. Rylee hissed out at the pain in her jaw, it was slightly swollen and already bruised.

Rylee decided to just dress in her Greaser like clothes, too tired to even be bothered to change into something fancier.

Rylee got ready, fitting the black tank top over a dark green long sleeve, throwing the black jacket over it. Slipping on the baggy jeans over her legs and tying her converses.

She grabbed her bag from the counter after she made her way downstairs, it wasn't rainy at all which she was thankful for. Rylee fixed her hair on her way to school, her back killing her with the extra load on her back.
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Rylee had to deal with Ponyboy asking her about her face all day, and her having to explain she couldn't go to the drive in that night, since she had a band concert.

"Ugh.." Ponyboy groaned out. "Rylee.."

"I'm fine, Pony. Seriously, I'm alright." She sighed as she fixed her jacket. "I promise."

"Are you sure? I mean why don't you go to the nurse?" Ponyboy questioned as he held onto Rylee's backpack to grab something for her.

Rylee groaned in reply. Ponyboy took that as a sign he should stop pestering her about the issue. After all it was their last class of the day, and then Ponyboy and the gang had a drive in while Rylee had to do band.

Rylee thought to herself the entire last class, should she really try that offer Dallas has been pestering her about?

She decided she would think about it at home.
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Rylee fixed the white proper looking shirt as she tucked it into her black skirt. She fixed her hair and she borrowed some of her moms makeup to cover up the bruise the best she could.

Dallas would be walking her to the school, then he would walk to the drive in. Dallas was in her bedroom, flipping her switchblade in his hands.

Rylee walked out of the bathroom as she brushed off her skirt and fixed her glasses onto her face. "Do I look dumb?" She asked Dallas, looking herself in the mirror.

"You always do," He teased in a loving way, "Nah, you just look like a pioneer."

"Fuck you, and fuck off. Give me my damn switchblade." She scolded him as he handed her switchblade. "Asshole."

"Get moving, you're going to be late."