When Death opens the door

Chapter 31

Amelia's P.O.V.

I had heard about my a girl named Isabelle being spotted in another part of Tulsa. Word gets around fast when there's Cherry claims to be the Greasers spy. Everyone knows she's just getting information for us.

Anyway, I had to get rid of this pest.

I was supposed to be the child my parents kept, but they grabbed the wrong twin. Oh well. We're identical so what do you expect?

I was ready to get my revenge now and that's all that matters.

I grabbed some things I would need and ran out the door.

Mom and dad weren't home, so it was pretty easy. I ran down the streets and to the border. You see there's these Greasers and they own the junky part while we own the awesome part. I ran to the border because apparently that's where Belle was spotted.

I walked down the street and saw a girl with a boy. She looked around my age and she had dirty blonde hair like mine and her figure seemed like mine. I knew it was Belle and I would have to hurry if I ever wanted to get revenge. I quickened my pace and dropped my stuff.

"Belle!" I yelled.

She turned her head. Her blue eyes went wide with surprise. The boy turned his head also. He looked surprised also.

I ran at her and she took off. She didn't get very far before I tackled her. I rolled her onto her back and sat on top of her. I noticed the lump in her stomach.

"Why did you have to get the good life?! Why did you have to be my twin!? Couldn't you have just not existed!?" I yelled. I began to punch her.

"Pony!" she cried out. I felt arms wrap around me and yank me off. "No! Stop!" I screamed.

The boy threw me to the side and went to Belle. "Moo you okay?" he asked while helping her up. She doubled over and fell to the ground. The boy picked her up and carried her down the street. I followed them.

"Leave us alone." the boy said. "Why? So you can just get her knocked up again?" I said.

The boy stopped and seemed tense. He turned around and faced me.

"I don't know who you are or why you hate her, but please just leave us alone." the boy said. "I didn't come all this way just to let her get away." I said. "Just be nice and leave us alone." the boy said.

I smiled. "I've never nice." I said.

The boys eyes had a spark of thought. Almost as if he remembered something. He shook his head and turned around again. I followed them to a house. The boy wheeled on me and glared at me.

"I said to leave us alone." he growled. "Ponyboy. Please just..." Belle started before crying out.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked. "Why do you care?" the boy, Ponyboy, asked. "Because I'm her sister." I said. Ponyboy's jaw dropped.

"Your her sister. Moo. Is that right?" Ponyboy said. "Why don't we talk inside." I suggested.

They walked inside and I followed. They sat on the couch, Belle's head in his lap. I sat in a chair across from them.

"So how are you Moo's sister? I mean. You two look identical." Ponyboy said.

"She can't be my sister. My sister died in a car crash when we were little." Belle said. "That's what everyone thought. I actually survived though. Our parents kept me in the cellar. Every night dad would come down and say that he was sorry." I said.

"Sorry for what?" she whispered. "Sorry that the undesirable sister survived while the one they wanted had to stay in a cellar for most of her life." I spat. "I always knew something wasn't right with them." She whispered.

"Moo. You okay?" Ponyboy asked. "Yeah." she said looking up at him. "Why do you call her moo?" I ask.

Ponyboy sighed and started playing with Belle's hair.

I groaned. I hated people that do this lovely dovey stuff. It gets really annoying.

"Would you two stop this. I hate it when people do this stupid stuff." I groaned. "My brother gave her that nickname. Short for mute." Ponyboy said.

"Short for mute? Is your brother crazy or something? Was he drunk?" I asked. "On plain living?" Ponyboy said. "Maybe." Belle finished. "And no he wasn't crazy." Ponyboy added.

"I made a deal with Death. I had to shut my trap and not talk to anyone, so everyone was convinced I was a mute. Only I wasn't. The only problem was." Belle explained, but paused at the end.

She looked back up at Ponyboy. "Go ahead." He said stroking her hair again.

"I was walking in the park one day and a boy came up and...he was a Soc. I was considered a Greaser. You know what happens from there on out. Only it wasn't just a boy. It was Death, in human form. That's how this happened." She said lifting up the shirt which revealed her swelled up stomach.

"Your..." I started. "Yeah. But that's the thing. It wasn't just a baby. It was a monster." Belle said.

I nodded as if I understood, but I really didn't.