Filthy Paradise

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"You stupid Greaser!" One of the Soc's shout at me as I continue walking. My head hangs low as I casually keep walking. Don't look back, don't look back. "Hey, Hood I'm talking to you." He shouts, I think his name is Bob, or something stupid like that. "I think she could use a haircut boys. Her hair's a looking a little long." He spits out with a loud, howl followed. My hairs only to my waist, the few Greaser girls I've seen have it all the way down to their ass.

"Fuck off." I yell at 'em. I shoot them my middle finger, showing that they're number one. "Can't a Greaser walk down the street in peace?" I mumble to myself as I shove my hands into my jeans. My feet kick pebbles. Nobody really wanted to go on a walk with me, so here I am walking alone. I thought the boys would know by now to not let me go anywhere on my own. I seem to cause too much trouble. Trouble always finds me somehow, or I end up messing the whole thing up.

"Get her!" He screams.

"Oh shit!" I shout as my shoes slap loudly on the concrete. My elbows are shoving into the limited number of people that line the streets. Soon the stores and such are gone, replaced by run down houses.

My breathing becomes hard and labored. I clench my teeth as my heads curl into fists. No! Dead end. I turn around getting ready to do some more running, but the fancy mustang blocks me path. I can't get around. I look behind me to see a pretty tall fence, that I'll never be able to climb. My scrawny legs and skimpy arms will never hold me up there enough to climb it. Okay, new plan. My movements are shaky and unsure as I hop from one foot to the other.

The Soc's have gotten out of the Mustang and stand in front of me now. I could always just charge at them like a manic. Hmm, let's go with that. My feet pound loudly as my arms pump to gain speed. I run right into them, knocking them and myself over. I scramble up quickly only to be held down by them. I begin screaming and cursing. My arms and legs fly everywhere, in every direction. "Help!" I scream. "Darry!" I shout. "Pony!" I screech. "Soda! Anyone!"

My cheek tinges with a small amount of pain as I feel the blade being dragged across my skin. Flashbacks of them ruining everything I knew about myself. Flashes of them beating me senseless. They get a few punches in, I feel my rib cage concave. I squeak with pain as I hold my gut.

Blobs of shadows coming in over the fence to save me. I quickly back out of the way as I roll on the ground holding my gut and the tears in. I've done enough crying as it is. I've cried enough for three people at a funeral.

"Sugar, you okay?" Soda asks me.

"I-I think so." I stutter out my voice raw from all the yelling. A couple tears slip out as I hold the rest back. I know I shouldn't be crying over this. Johnny gets beat almost everyday by his parents. Wait...I deserve to cry over this. They've beaten me just like Johnny's parents do.

"You're a tuff kid, you'll be okay." Dally speaks out.

"Shut your trap Dal!" I shout wiping the remanding tears. I stand up, holding my gut as I begin my journey home.

My body aches as I carry myself. I take sharp intakes as I walk. I realize that Darry's gonna have it in for me. Great. He was the only one that didn't show to my rescue.

"You've gotta stop walking around by yourself." Steve tells me. He tells me like I'm some sort of child. I'm 13 for Pete's sake!

"It's none of your business what I do in my free time." I snap back as I see home in view.