Filthy Paradise

"I'm Done."

Hey I would really like to know if you like this fanfic. I'm always up for new ideas and feedback from my readers. It lets me know if anyone actually reads my stories and if they like it. Sometimes I feel like no one reads them. Just letting you guys know I don't have my ipod this week I left it at home. I was super pissed at getting back to my dorm and it not being there. So there's no bold for me this week, as soon as I get my ipod, I'll put bold in. Just thought I'd let you guys know. Also I don't really know how to run Wattpad on my the computer well so bare with me. Thanks. Xx

Sugars Pov.

I've been sitting out here for hours now. It's been so long that Darry's gone to work and came back home. He usually leaves for work after we've all had breakfast and he doesn't get back till late at night. The stars shine bright in the sky as they twinkle with desire. I haven't moved due to my thoughts slowly killing me with each pain staking shout that causes me to wince.

"Come inside Sugar. It's almost 10 o'clock and its now past your bedtime." Darry says in a calm tone. I twist around slightly,just enough to see him speaking to me  through the screen door. Things begin to clash around inside. Darry shouts at whoever did it to knock it off.

"I don't have a bedtime." I say back as my hand gently caresses the slight scabbed indents on the side of my face. I flinch at doing so.

He then leaves me alone once more as my brain thinks of a million different scenes of a happier life. I don't want this life anymore. It's not that I don't love it, don't get me wrong I absolutely love this life. I just feel like I don't belong, I'm a tag along as Steve puts it. It hurts me knowing that I'm just here because my brothers can't pawn me off on somebody else. Some days it's like I'm in a twirling vortex of hate to myself. It's not that I'm happy to be alive, but I think I would cause less stress if I would of died in the wreck with my parents.

"Sugar, come in and eat you supper. Then it's straight to bed." Darry demands me. "I'm not asking you either, you need to come in now." Darry's standing by the screen door. Pretty soon it's opened and he's standing outside right behind me.

"Please don't make me." I implore twisting around (wincing as I do so) and looking up at him.

His eyes turn soft and sympathetic. "I wish you weren't so difficult sometimes."  The light illuminates from inside, his hand runs at his forehead and trials down his face in stress.

"Maybe I should just disappear then, ya? Would that satisfy everyone?" I spit in rage as my fist clench. Standing up rapidly, shoving past Darry and into the house. The door slams loudly.

"Don't slam the door!" My brothers (all three of them) shout.

"Get off my back!" I scream as I stomp into the kitchen. My body tinges with various amounts of pain as my feet slap against the floor. Ignoring the pain, gritting my teeth as I microwave my food. As soon as it beeps I yank my food out and it spills from my plate onto the floor. "Ughh." I scream in frustration as I stoop down to pick up my food that's splattered on the floor.

"You okay?" A voice pops into the kitchen. Footsteps soon follow.

"Fine, just fine." I spit out as my hand scoops up the green beans and mashed potatoes.

Standing up, I gasp but quickly recover as I throw away the wasted food and all. The plate clunks in the trash as it breaks. Not giving two shits as I rummage through the cupboards and fridge trying to find something to eat that would make a worthy dinner. "Is the Dingo open?" I ask turning around and placing my hands on the counter, leaning back.

"It's closed." Darry speaks up.

"What about DQ?" I fire back.

"Closed too." Johnny speaks up in a quiet voice.