Maybe Someday

Chapter 17

Brooke's POV

I woke up with no one by my side. It was dead silent in the house. I figured I was alone. The others were probably somewhere hanging out. I cuddled in the covers and thought that I was safe.

I was so wrong.

Someone broke through the window and they smelled like fresh alcohol. Great. Another Soc. I looked up and I saw Bob standing over me, with a wicked smile plastered on his face. He was probably not with Randy this time. I can just tell. Bob pulled his switchblade out and put it up to my neck.

"I told you that you would pay for this." Oh gold his breath smelled so bad. I tried to get under the covers but he held my arm down. "You know, I thought that you would be another pretty-faced Soc, but you're just a little disgusting greaser." That was my breaking point. I kneed him in the stomach and he collapsed on the floor. He wasn't going to stay like that for long.

I got out and hauled his body out into the street. A car was coming quick. Oh no, it's Randy's blue Mustang. He stopped in a single heartbeat, not wanting to run his friend over. Randy got out of the car and ran towards his friend. "Buddy, are you okay?"

Bob coughed up blood. "Yeah..... GET HER!" he yelled, getting up. Randy ran up to me and held me to the ground. "Get your hands off my hips, or I'll punch you in your dirty lips!" I cried. "WELL YOU HURT MY FRIEND." "HE'S A DIRTY SOC, AND SO ARE YOU. GET OFF OF ME!"

Tears flowed out of my eyes. "I.... I can't take this life. Tell Sodapop that I love him. I can't live like this... I'm going back to the adoption center." I ran for my life, heading to the center. People stared at me.

"Oh hello, young lady. Are you here to adopt?"

"No. I'm here to be adopted."