When Death opens the door

Chapter 28

Belle's P.O.V.

I sat in the driver's seat for a minute, then turned to Ponyboy. "Pony." I whispered. "Yeah?" He asked. "You didn't have to do that." I murmured.

"Yeah I did. They shouldn't treat you like that." He said. I felt my eyes tearing up. "Why not?" I asked. His face filled with surprise.

"I am a mistake. They said they wanted a boy or maybe a more successful daughter." I said. Ponyboy sighed and looked away for a moment. "How can you say that?" He asked.

"Because it's the truth. I'm a mistake. I'm a piece of shit that never should have existed." I said. He looked back at me and glared. "You shut your mouth. You're not a piece of shit! You're more than you think!" He shouted.

I cowered in my seat and looked down. "Look Moo. I didn't mean to-" He started. "No. It's fine. I'm used to it. I don't get my say in things, so I keep my mouth shut. I just thought maybe you were different." I mumbled.

I looked up to see hurt in his eyes. Whether it was real or not, I couldn't tell.

"Belle that's not what I was trying to say. I was saying that you shouldn't say that about yourself." He said. "Are you trying to fix me Ponyboy?" I asked.

"Maybe." He said. I nodded and turned the car on. We sped off in the direction of the Curtis house.

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"Okay. So what's the plan?" Pony asked. "Get in. Get the clothes. Get out." I muttered.

He nodded and we got out of the car quietly. I snuck over to my window and he snuck over to his. We opened them and crawled in.

I grabbed my bag of stuff and crawled back out. I waited by Ponyboy's window until he came back outside. We hopped in the car and took off for the house.

"That was fun." He said. I kept my mouth shut and stared at the road. "Come on Moo." He said. "You can call me Belle." I said quietly. "Okay Belle." He said.

I felt butterflies in my stomach when he said my name. "What's wrong with you?" He asked. I shrugged and kept staring out the window.

He sighed and leaned against his seat. "Please just talk to me. I know you can." He begged. "You want me to talk!?" I yelled. "That would be nice. Assure me that I didn't do anything wrong." He said.

I scoffed and hit the brakes, causing him to fly forwards.

"Fine. I'll talk." I said. "Don't be mad at me." He said. "It's too late for that Ponyboy Curtis!" I shouted. "I don't see why you're mad at me!" He yelled.

"Oh I don't know, maybe because you're trying to tell me who I am!" I said. "Because you're not a piece of shit!" He bellowed.

I flinched at his voice, it reminded me of my dad. "Just don't do it." I whispered. He sighed and flopped against his seat, crossing his arms.

I started driving again and a little bit later pulled into our driveway. "I'll give James the car tomorrow." I muttered.

We got out of the car and grabbed our stuff, hauling it inside. I put my stuff away and looked at Ponyboy, who was sprawled out on our bed.

Ours.

I shuddered as I realized what I was doing. I was staying with a boy I didn't really know and had sex with him.

"You okay?" He asked. I shook myself back to reality. "Yeah. I'm fine." I said.

He nodded and stared at the ceiling. I began to walk out the door before stopping.

"Hey Ponyboy." I said. "Yeah." He murmured. "Maybe next time you should think before you try fixing a person who is completely busted to little tiny pieces."

And with that I went downstairs to fix lunch.