Escape

Chapter one

Bludgeon- noun, to beat someone with a heavy object. Past tense; bludgeoned. ex. My Mother threatened to bludgeon me if I wore my black mini skirt in front of her ever again.

I wrote in my English notebook as the teacher wrote down vocabulary words.

"Ms. Cade what did you write as an example?" Mr.Syme, the English teacher asked me.

I cleared my throat, "The Romans would bludgeon their slaves when they dishonoured them publicly."

I made that up off the top of my head.

Mr.Syme felt pleased and praised my intellect, although I was running on three cups of black coffee and the fresh gash at the back of my head.

The night prior my mother took a bottle to my head for 'prostituting' myself for Johnny's friends.

She saw me talking with Dally, that's why.

Of course poor Johnny had to tend to the back of my head with his own shirt and bandages it up quite well, but I had to wear my hair down in order to hide the wound.

It worked fine anyways, the outfit I wore looked best with my hair down.

The burgundy blouse and loose knee-high grey skirt needed my hair to compliment it, and the plain black converses I wore ached for something not as bland.

Class ended pretty soon and one of the popular type guys approached me.

His name was Dean, I remembered.

"Hey, Y/n right?" He toothily grinned at me.

I shrunk into my own body at that very moment, intimidated by his neat auburn locks and nearly szero coloured eyes.

"Yes, that would be me." I meekly met his gaze.

Dean professed his love for me in the middle of the hallway, and I couldn't help but tell him I'd let him know if I could go out with him by tomorrow.

The truth was, I didn't even like him.

I had crushes sure, but one guy who I really had the hots for was Dallas Winston.

He was everything I needed; strong, brave, street smart, and quite good looking too.

Of course I could never tell him how I felt, no.

He was Johnny and I's friend.

Whenever we were out and about when our parents kicked us out Dally would find out and take us in since he didn't like us sleeping at the lot.

One time when I was really beaten he went absolutely crazy and carried me all the way to the Curtis's house.

Dally wasn't anything more than a friend and it was something I grew to accept.

He even had a girlfriend, Sylvia.

But deep in my heart I still had hope, hope that he'll see me like I see him.

I walked to the Curtis's home with Johnny beside me, a comforting silence clouding around us.

"Johnny?"

"Hm?"

"The Dean guy asked me out today, says he wants to date."

Johnny stopped walking.

"Dean as in the Soc?"

I nodded my head.

"No. Absolutely not, that guy is unpredictable. Who knows what he'll try?" Johnny began ranting.

"Well listen here I'm not a baby, I am only eleven months younger than you and I'm fit to date who I want to." I put my hands on my hips and we continued bickering until we reached the house and Johnny loudly swore.

Ponyboy perked up, "Johnny, what's the matter?"

I sat down at the dinner table and began doing some of my homework.

"My sister got asked out by a damn Soc! Some rich guy named Dean." Johnny lividly cried.

The house went quiet and everyone of the five other greasers turned to me horrified.

"Well Johnny, your sister is a very pretty girl. Of course someone is going to think she's cute." Sodapop gently commented with Steve nodding with him.

Two-Bit had something to say too, "So Y/n, I think you should say yes. Marry the bastard, act all in love, then kill him. You'll get all the money out of it."

"Two-Bit! This is serious, Johnny is in a dilemma about wether or not he should let Y/n date the guy." Darry firmly stated.

"I've seen this Dean before, he's okay just really obnoxious. That's all." Ponyboy came to my defense.

I slammed my book shut and got up.

"For your information I never said yes or no. I don't even know if I like the guy so stop blowing this out of proportion." I briskly made my way through the door and left to clear my mind.

I walked past my house, hearing screaming and yelling from within.

Next I passed by the park and decided to sit at the fountain for a while.

I enjoyed the surrounding peace of my neighbourhood, but my mind wandering.

The honest truth was that I wanted out of there.

My life was boring yet violent, I was unhappy.

But I had one ticket out of that place, an undeniable weapon, University.

Without a doubt I was one of the smartest people in my school, high grades in each class.

I talked to my teachers about school, scholarships, and all of the involved assists and I was fit to qualify.

If anything I'd want to be something useful, someone in society who could have a place that would be important.

A doctor maybe, or someone that could heal others in some way.

I noticed sunset was coming and made my way back to the Curtis residence.

Unfortunately, the roar of a Corvair engine pierces the tranquillity of the area.

I knew that it was a Corvair, I'd hung around the DX for far too long.

I looked behind me to see not one, two, but three Socs in a white Corvair grinning at me maliciously.

"Wanna ride sweetheart?" The one in the drivers seat snickered.

"No, thanks. I can walk." I began backing away slowly.

"Wasn't talking about the car."

I sprinted as fast as I could to safety, and barely made it in the nick of time into the house before slamming the door shut behind me.

"Don't slam my doo- Oh my god Y/n, you look pale. Are you okay? You seem shaken." Darry noticed my disheveled appearance.

"Socs." Was all I could say through my panting.

"White Corvair?" Dally, who had arrived and was seated on the couch asked me.

I silently shook my head.

"I saw em' creeping around earlier, I told Pony that we should haul you in before they got to you but his lazy ass wouldn't budge." He pointedly raised his voice at Ponyboy.

"Oh yeah, and Y/n. What's this about you and Socy-boy going on a date?" He seemed irritated, almost angry.

I swallowed hard, "I didn't say yes, I don't plan on telling him yes either."

Dally stood up and held both of my shoulders while making eye contact.

"You better not. You could do a whole lot better, see ya sweetheart." He patted my cheek before leaving.

"Uh oh, you better listen to Dally kiddo." Two-Bit had a sing-song twang in his words.

"Yeah I know, wouldn't wanna piss him off." I mumbled and re-assumed my homework.

I can do better? What does he mean, I can find better guys or...Oh never mind. Him and Sylvia are still a thing. I'm just delusional I guess. I thought to myself

But still, a little voice in the back of my mind was telling me that there was more to his words, there just had to be.