Promise, Forever (A The Outsiders Fanfic)

Chapter 2: The Incident

(Bella's P.O.V.)

No, no no no! "Please stop! I'll never do it again!" I pleaded as my father hit me. "This is what you get and what you deserve for doing all the horrible things you do to me!" My father yelled at me. "Your so worthless you piece of trash!" I let out a wailing cry as he punched, kicked, and hit me everywhere possible. The final blow was his beer bottle making contact with my head. I felt blood running out my head as I let out a final cry, and blacked out.

"Ahhhh" I screamed as I awoke from my slumber. It was just a dream. I took deep breathes in and out, but was unable to keep a constant breathing pace. My sheets were all at the end of the bed, indicating that I had been kicking in my sleep. That nightmare was about when I had gotten beaten up when I was six. That memory would haunt me forever. Everything in the dream, happened that day. Thinking about it sent shivers down my spine.
I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. It read 7:43 a.m. suddenly I heard the door slam shut from downstairs. I leaped out of bed at the sound of it. I knew that my parents were gone now. I figured now's as good as time as any to take a shower without a risk of my parents being home.

I took a quick shower and immediately went back to my room. Now that my parents are gone I might as well just take advantage of it. I grabbed my book and walked carefully down the creeky steps. As I entered the living room I looked around. Nothing had changed since the last time I had been down here. The memory flooded my brain as I looked at the stained carpet. That was where I had been beaten that very day. I shrugged it off, even as much as it scared me, and sat on the couch.

About 4 hours past when the door whipped open. I was still in the living room reading when my father walked through the door. He looked madder than ever. I slowly stood up with my book in hand and started walking towards my room. I heard a clicking sound behind me as I stopped in my tracks and turned my head slightly around. I saw my father with a gun in his hand, aimed straight towards me.

The only thing I was feeling was fear. Worse than when I had gotten beat the last time. All he needs is one shot and I'm done. Then as if there was a voice inside my head something spoke to me. "Run." And that's what I did. Sprinting as fast as I could up the stairs and up to my bedroom. I got in and locked the door behind me. "Get out of here." That voice spoke again. I ran to my window and lifted it up. Then I grabbed that slip of paper Johnny gave me and shoved it in my pocket.

"Open this door before I do!" My father yelled. I stood there. Completely frozen. Then there was gunfire. The doorknob came flying off the door and my father walked in. I backed up to the open window. "You won't make it out alive!" My father snickered. I leaped for the window and escaped just before he shot. I jumped down and tumbled on the ground. Then I ran for the gate. I still heard shots being fired.

As I turned the corner of the house I saw my mother there with a broom. "You little," then she added some other words after that. She tried hitting me with the broom, but I managed to escape before she could. I unhatched the gate and ran down the street, tears streaming down my face. I had never imagined to have to run away from home. If only I had stayed in my room, I thought. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and looked around for the address.

Being that I had never been out of the house before, it was pretty hard to find the house. I was still crying, but managed to pull myself together. But don't get me wrong, I was still terrified of what had just happened. I just needed my brother.

I finally found the house with the right address. I gave it one last thought. Should I go? I had to. If I went back home, I would probably die. I walked to the gate at unlocked it. Then closed it and walked to the steps. I shouldn't do this. I told mtself. But I don't want to die. I needed my big brother. I needed him to make everything alright.

I slowly raised my hand and sighed. I have to. I knocked on the door a couple times. About 5 seconds later there was a man with dark hair, a leather jacket on, and had an elvish face, standing at the door. And man was he scary looking. My mouth hung open, my eyes widened, my breathing was uncontrollable, and I started shaking and sweating. I would have screamed, but I was way to terrified.

"Alright," he said looking behind him, then looking back at me. "Who ordered the little twerp?" I stood there, not being able to move a mucsle. Then six other pairs of eyes were on me. Then I make eye contact with Johnny. His eyes widened. "Bella?" He asked. I ran past the man in the doorway and ran to Johnny. He pulled me close to him and set me in his lap. "What are you doing here?" He questioned in a soft voice.

"Woah now, Johnny man here got a girl!" Someone yelled. Then I remembered that there were other people in the house. I don't trust anyone but Johnny so being that I don't know these people I started to cry. "Ain't she a little young to be your girl though?" Someone else spoke. "Man if he loves her than let him be." Another said. "Um guys, she's not my girlfriend." Johnny said, rocking me back and forth to clam me down. "Shh Bellz its okay." He whispered in my ear. "They won't hurt you."

"Well than that doesn't make any sense!" One of the same guys from before said. "If she ain't your girl, than how do you know her name, have a nickname for her, and care about her?" He (being the same guy before) asked. "Because," he stared down at me watching me cry. I could tell he was hesitating to tell them. "She's my sister."