Elouise Quinn has lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her mum for all seventeen years of her life. She's grown up in this neighbourhood and with the people in it. Especially her next door neighbours the Curtis' and their gang.
"The past can not be changed- the future is yet in your power."
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It has been a few days since my mother beat me. I've been staying at the Curtis', Darry offered me his bedroom but I refused and stayed on the sofa. Sodapop would stay up with me, talking until I fall asleep, one night he stayed the whole night on the sofa with me. I have been returning to my house to retrieve a few essentials. The house looks abandoned. Beer bottle glass still loiter on the floor, my mother's bed appeared to not been slept in. I wonder where she is staying, she has a couple of friends most of them are Socs. Maybe she's staying with them. She never did like being a greaser anyways. My Dad and I were the only reason she wasn't a Soc and now that we're both out of the way there's nothing holding her back.
Darry wanted me to call the cops and get her arrested but I couldn't do that to my mother. She did beat me but deep down somewhere, I still love her. Johnny said he knows how I'm feeling. His olds beat him all the time. My injuries are mostly healed, my ribs still hurt when I do sudden movements and bruises decorate my cheek and stomach but other than that I'm fine. *** "Hurry up in there." I heard Dallas call from behind the bathroom door.
"One second." I yelled back.
The gang and I are going to the drive in tonight to watch the nightly double. I looked like a runt and refused to leave the house looking like this. I had just gotten out of the shower, I had a towel wrapped around my chest and one in my hair. I figured my hair was dry enough so I removed the towel and brushed through the tangles. I applied some foundation and a coat of mascara and agreed this was as good as I was going to get.
Dropping the towel that covered my body, I got dressed into my black underwear and bra. I stared at my body in the mirror, examining the bruises that cover my stomach. I pulled at my skin and poked at them, until I heard the door open.
Dallas stood in the door frame, a displeased look on his face.
"Would ya hurry the hell up." He layered on his thick accent, and looked only at my eyes.
"Would you get the hell out?" I mocked.
I was still only wearing a bra and underwear but I didn't cover myself for Dallas. Once again I didn't want him knowing if I felt intimidated or uncomfortable around him.
Slowly Dallas dropped eye contact, his dark eyes analysed my black and blue painted stomach. His face washed over with an emotion I hadn't seen on him before. Dally cautiously approached me as if I was an injured animal.
He planted his hand softly on my stomach, his skin was warm on mine and sent tingles all throughout my body. I kept my head down looking at his hand and so did he.
We stayed like this for a few moments before Dallas removed his hand, I kept my head down until Dallas lifted my chin up.
I looked up into Dallas' eyes. He looked down into mine. Dally's hand lingered around my face, he pulled a strand of hair behind my ear and leant in. His lips met mine and they erupted together. We moved in rhythm, his hands held the back of my head and mine tangled in his un-greased hair.
