˙˚∘⊹🦋⊹∘˚˙ Butterfly in the Moonlight

- CHAPTER 10 -

Rylee bolted up the hill. Her heels digging into the grass as she pulled out the gun from her pocket, she scrambled to get the bullets from her pocket.

One of the Socs took notice of Rylee scrambling around for bullets. "Boys! She's got a pistol!" He screamed out as Bob looked up in his drunken state.

"Ry-Ry.." He slurred out with a cocky smirk. "Love of you to join the party...your boyfriend Johnny is alright, I promise.." Bob waved it off with a loud laugh.

Rylee shakily grabbed the bullets from her skirt pocket and quickly loaded them into the pistol. Bob heard the click of the bullets entering the gun. "Drop the boy-" Bob said as he let go of Ponyboy who was in the fountain.

Rylee shakily aimed the gun. "I will shoot!-" She gasped out.

Bob smiled at her anxious self. "You're so cute thinking you'll shoot the gun.."

Rylee scowled. Her face going deadpan as she aimed the gun at the boy that was still holding onto Ponyboy. "Get the fuck off of him or else I won't mind going to jail." She growled out as her hands slowly stopped shaking.

The boy poked his head up from looking at Ponyboy and his face drops. "Bob.."

"She won't shoot..everything is fine-" Bob was cut off short by a loud BANG erupting in the night.

Rylee had fired the pistol. Her hands were more steady. The bullet hit the boy holding onto Ponyboy causing him to fall flat onto the ground. Blood gushed from the boys throat.

Bob stared at Rylee. "You..you insane bitch.." He glared at Rylee. "I never thought you were a killing type of person."

"Times change, Robert." Smoke came from the hole of the gun, she aimed it at Bob. Squinting one of her eyes. "You want to become like him-" She started off before she saw Johnny finally stand up, unsheathing his switchblade and stabbing Bob straight in the stomach.

Rylee gasped, her hands dropping along with the gun. Rylee raised her hands shakily over her face, her gun dropping to the ground as she quickly started to tear up at the sight.

She bolted to get Johnny and Ponyboy, "We can't stay here-" Rylee rushed the two of them. Rylee bent down to the ground and picked up her pistol.

"Rylee where the hell did you come from-" Ponyboy gasped out as he coughed up water. Johnny was shaking everywhere.

"Band. Now get to Dallas's, I'll be there soon-" Rylee urged them as she sent them off to Dallas's house party.

Rylee was shaking as she went to her house, slamming the door shut. She breathed heavy as she managed to stumble her upstairs.

Rylee needed to change, this outfit would become a trace of her murderous crimes. Rylee opened the door to her bedroom, kneeling down to reach under her bag to grab a leather like bag.

She flipped the top open and pulled out some of the stuff she had in there. Rylee grimaced, she would only have about ten minutes before Dallas and the other two would probably come searching for her.
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Rylee had fully changed. She was wearing a black leather jacket, under that was a stripped crop top, baggy brown jeans and her signature black converse. She put the headband onto her hair.

Rylee had taken all the stuff from the bag out. She had some books, a camera, two of her necklaces and one of her favorite rings, a drawing journal with some art supplies next to it, and her glasses case.

Rylee stuffed the murder clothes into the bottom of the bag, then put in the rest of the stuff. She put on her glasses.

Rylee took one last look in the mirror. She looked rather..unreal. In her eyes, she didn't feel real. Rylee shook her head, she couldn't be thinking about that now.

Rylee finally set the unloaded gun, which she taken the bullets out of, and put it into a small drawstring bag, and then she put the gun and bullets into the top of bag.

Rylee finally rushed out the back door after she swung the bag over her back. She was going into the dark, people are probably already looking at the bodies or something.

Rylee bolted as fast as her legs could take her. Causing her to gasp and her lungs begged for air. Finally she reached the back door of Dallas's party house. She saw a couple making out nearby, and she grimaced before entering the house.

She stumbled her way through the crowd, trying to remain discreet and calm. Rylee noticed the wet drips, and she knew they were upstairs. Rylee jumped up over the railing and walked up the stairs.

Rylee knocked on the door to Dallas's room. Dallas swung the door open, grabbing Rylee's forearm and dragging her into the room. A right grip on her forearm. "Rylee Halls Jonás!" He nearly yelled.

Johnny and Ponyboy flinched at Dallas yelling, this was the first time that they've seen him angry. Rylee flinched backward, panic swelling her mind and her chest. She was yanked into a hug. "Why didn't you come sooner? Why did you even change-"

"I didn't want to be traced. So I'm going to burn these band clothes if I get a chance." Rylee's eyes burned of hot and wet tears. Soon, she started sobbing her eyes out. Her hands clenched together as she sobbed, her face going red and her eyelash's getting soaked with her tears.

This was a first time. A true pain for her. She's handled so much, but murdering someone? Then having to worry about Johnny and Ponyboy, since she knew she was older. Hell her birthday was just a few weeks away. She was going to turn 17, and she didn't want to be in jail when she turned 17.

"I'm- I'm sorry-" She gasped between tears. "I shouldn't be sobbing-"

"Shut your mouth, doll face." Dallas nudged her towards the bed. "Take your bag off. I got to think of how to help you three."