Filthy Paradise

"I Just Want To Forget Mine."

So guys I got my wisdom teeth out and I haven't been feeling well enough to update. But I'm back now! Enjoy the update!

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Sugar's Pov

"Get her!" 

They scream at me as I run away. My bare feet hit the pavement hard and loudly.  My breathing is labored and strained. Puffing air out of my nose as I look around for an escape. There isn't one. My heart beats loudly in my chest. My hands are curled into fists at my sides as I move my head from side to side. I'm stuck in an alley. Why do I always run to the allies? I can't escape from these stupid Socs yet again.

"She's sure pretty for a greaser." One of them speaks in slurred words as his hand goes to my face. They always use the same words, every time.

I slap it away with a disgusted look on my face. His face quickly changes into anger as his hands comes roughly in contact with my cheek. My head whips to the side as I become angry. I begin to fight back, throwing punches and kicks. They throw back just as many. I fall to the ground onto my knees as someone's shouting at me. I look through my eyelashes to see Two and Johnny standing in front of me. Blood falls into my eye as I squint it shut. Two's thumb wipes the blood off of my eye, so I can see properly. "Thanks." I quietly tell Two. He nods his head as he looks at me, almost like he's examining me .

"Sugar, are you okay?" Johnny asks quietly. His deep, brown eyes look stare down at me. They're filled with worry and concern.

"Yea, I'm alright."  I tell him. I take Two's hand as he helps me up.

"You sure ain't a Curtis, you're more like a Winston." Two informs me as his hand beats on my tee. He's probably getting rid of the dust and such.

"Hate to break it to you Two, I'm a Curtis." I tell him with a pat on the back. He continues to beat on my back rather harshly. "I'm good Two, you're gonna beat me to death." I exclaim giving Two a glare.

"Just making sure. " He puts his hands up in a surrender pose and backs away.

"Sure you were." I tell him jokingly as I ram my shoulder into his. He goes to ram me back, but misses and stumbles, sloshing the beer out of the bottle onto the ground. I let out a round of laughter as Two gets his stance back. He just raises his eyebrow at me and shoots me a smile. We walk out of the alley and take a right, heading back to my house. It's usually where everyone goes to hang.

"Golly, where's your shoes?" Johnny asks quietly. His hands goes to flip up his jean jacket collar.

"I left them at home. I had to get out of that house." I explain to him. "Anyone got a weed?" I ask wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans.

Johnny hands me a weed and his pack of matches. I gladly take them both and strike the match against the back, it lights to life. Hanging the cig from my mouth, I light it. Flicking my wrist, I put the match out and drop it to the ground. I take large puffs from it. My body instantly feels calm.

"Why'd you have to get out?" Johnny asks.

I look over at him with the weed hanging from my lips. I take it from my mouth and hold it between my fore and middle finger. "Darry started with me again." I explain flicking some ash onto the ground. "I thought things were going good from last night. I woke up on the couch with Soda shakin me awake. My body's sorer than hell and my nose stuffy." I tell them.

"What ol' Dar start with you this time?" Two asks looking over at me.

"I don't even know."  I tell them looking at them both. " He was goin on about me going to school or some stupid shit. I looked at him, flipped him my middle finger, and ran out the door." I inform them.