Filthy Paradise

"You Have Three Seconds"

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Sugar's Pov

My eyes burn as I peel them open. A constant throbbing comes from my abdomen. I lift my tee up without thinking who's around. My fingers gingerly touch the slight swelling and bruising.  I hiss as I pat around the area.

"Does it hurt?" I hear Two question. 

I snap my attention to him. He stares at me, along with everyone else. Their attention isn't on my face or eyes, but on the light skin scattered on my stomach. "Stop staring, ain't ya ever seen scars before?" I seethe at them, shoving my shirt back down.

 Sitting up on the couch, my hand rubs my forehead in stress. Why they gotta stare at every move I make? I would like to unnoticed, like Johnny's parents are with him. Okay, I admit that was rude and uncalled for. I just couldn't think of any simile to fit my situation.  I'm really glad I don't speak my thoughts out loud anymore. Pretty sure everyone would shoot me a glare and probably a good punch to the shoulder, or a good talkin to about my filter that doesn't do it's job.

"It's just there's so many." Two replies back. He takes a large swig of his beer.

"Johnnycake's got more scars than I do and you guys don't stare at him." I snap back. "What's so different about them being all over me?" I ask getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen.

"It's just, just you're the youngest in the gang, and it reminds us all that we weren't there for you when you needed us to be." Soda speaks up from the table. I watch Soda sneak a card into his sock. Soda has a bit of a habit with cheating when it comes to playing cards.

"Soo..What I'm hearing is that it's because I'm the youngest with scars scattered all over me, that you  gotta stare." My hip juts out and my hand rests on it.

"No, that's not what we're saying at all." Pony speaks up from his book that he's engrossed in.

"What are you guys trying to say exactly?" I inquire. "Frankly, I'm not understanding one bit." I tell them. My hand runs through my long hair, taking all the tangles out.  I continue to run them through my long hair, so it's like I've brushed it half way decent.

"We just wish this didn't happen to ya kid." Dally says. He sits on the sofa where I was laying not that long ago.

"Well, it did. It's been happening to everyone. Soc's can't leave us well alone."  I express with my hands shoved into my pockets. 

My shoes slap against the old tile floor in the kitchen as I snoop around trying to find something to eat. Swinging open the fridge, I spot a half eaten chocolate. I shrug my shoulders as I simply rip a chunk off and shove it into my mouth. I take the cake out carefully and place it on the small counter by the sink. I continue to rip off tiny chunks and shoving them into my mouth. Searching for a cup in the cupboards and for the chocolate milk in the fridge as I chew on the chocolatey goodness. Pouring the milk in the glass and taking a large gulp from the carton to push down the cake. You could say I'm on a chocolate spree at the moment. Everything just tastes so good. I really can't remember the last time I ate. Picking up the plate that the cake sits on the counter along with the cup, I saunter out to the table. I set down the plate and glass carefully before plopping down in the chair. 

I notice Steve leaning over. "Whattcha got there?" He asks eyeing the cake as I tear a chunk off and shove it into my mouth, washing it down with a gulp of milk.