Filthy Paradise

"Don't Be Fooled By His Generosity Sodapop."

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Sugar's Pov

I stand outside in the front yard looking at the sun rise. My head is pounding from yesterday's mistakes. I don't know how I ended up home, but I woke up on the old couch in the living room. I'm not exactly happy to be home. I'm tempted to make another run. I place the cancer stick between my tainted teeth and suck, letting the toxic smoke ruin my once healthy system. When I woke up nobody else was up, everyone was passed out, sprawled all over the living room. The t.v. quietly projected light that shined on their faces, along with no sound. Ponyboy, Soda, and Darry were no where to be seen, they must of went to their rooms to sleep. Darry's probably at work though, he started becoming a workaholic when he couldn't keep up with all the bills. Soda even quit school to work at the DX to help pay bills. A throbbing pain comes from my lower abdomen. I lift up the shirt I rotted in for a week or so. A patchwork of stitches run along my stomach, it looks like a decent sized cut, it looks like they cut me pretty good.

I continue to smoke my cigarette until it's down to the filter and fling it across the yard. My hand proceeds to fish another from my crinkled box. My lips hold it in place as I light it up. "Sugar?" A voice calls out as I hear them walk closer to me. The tone is cold and hard with a New York accent. There's only one person I know that talks like that. Dallas.

"Yes?" It's the first time I've spoke all morning to anyone or anything. My voice cracks like it's under pressure.

"Whatta ya doing out here?" He ask. I hear a couple leaves crumble under the pressure of his shoes.

I turn around as I'm inhaling in, letting the weed hang from my chapped lips as I exhale the smoke through my nose. I reply with it still hanging between my lips, "this." I remove it from my mouth and let it rest in between my forefinger and middle, flicking some ash onto the dewy ground.

"You know that's gonna kill ya kid." He says with his brown eyes staring into mine. They're stone cold, no emotion. They kind of look like mine and Johnny's, but rougher.

"Then why do you do it, ya dig?" I truthfully tell him as I continue to smoke it. I turn back around and admire the morning sun hanging part way in the sky. "How'd I get here?" I question taking a long drag.

"Pony and I found you getting roughed up by some Soc's." He explains. I hear the click of his lighter being lite. "You were drunk outta your mind, drunker than I've ever seen anyone man. " He tells me taking breaks to smoke his cigarette.

"Interesting." Is all I say dropping my cancer stick to the ground and squishing it with my shoe. "I'm going inside." I state turning around and walking back inside.

My hand touches the shower knob, the one that turns it on. I turn it to the right and water explodes from the head,  warm water falls onto my hand. I proceed to place my other set of dirty clothes onto the toilet lid. I need to wash these and use the five finger discount to get some news one. I'm tired of hand me downs. I sigh as I run my hand through my greasy hair a couple times. My hands begin working carefully to remove my filthy clothes piece by piece. I stand in front of the small mirror looking over my body with wondering eyes. My face turns into a look of disgust as I stare at all the bruises and scratches, dried blood smeared in unusual places, my knees and stomach area is as bruised as my hands and face. A ring of yellow, purple, and ugly green line under my eye and eyelid. Turning my head to the right I see numerous of ring indents lined along my cheek area. I lightly feel along them, flinching under my gentle touch. My body's a train wreck. Train wreck...My mind ponders on that word. Mom and dad died in a wreck of sorts.