What if there was a girl in the greasers gang?

Chapter 11

SAMs pov.
We ended up having to do the dishes before we went to pick up my cloths from my house. Darry went to work and so did Soda. Ponyboy and I headed to my house with a box to get my cloths. When we arrived the door was open.
"Did you leave the door open when you left?" Pony asked me.
"I might have," I replied. "I was panicking when I left."
We went inside and right to my room. I stepped into the room and went to my closet.
"Has that blood stain always been there?" Pony asked as he followed me to my closet.
"No," I told him. "It was here yesterday too. I didn't think to much about it. I just want to get the hell out of here. I feel like we are being watched."
We finally finished putting my cloths in the box then left. We dropped the cloths off then went back to my house to make sure we weren't forgetting anything important. When we got there I got a weird feeling we were being watched. Like we weren't alone and someone was watching us.
"Do you feel that Pony?" I asked as we started to leave again.
"Feel what?" He asked.
"Like we aren't alone," I said looking around.
"That feeling?" Pony questioned. "Now that you mention it I do a little bit."
We got to the front door I grabbed the handle but was immediately shocked. "What's wrong?"
"Someone's in here with us," I said as I noticed the closet in the hallway was opened and the light was on.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Pony whispered as he opened the door.
"Hello Sammi," a familiar voice said as we started out the door. "Going some where again? Going to hang out with boys?" The voice was coming from the closet. The light went out.
"Come on Sammi I don't like this I don't like this one bit," Pony began to panic. "Let's get out of here."
The closet door closed.
"Hello Sammi, long time no see," it was my dad. He didn't close the door all the way and one hand was still behind it. He was a tall man with dark hair he was a little tan and had blue eyes with a little bit of green.
"Daddy?" I questioned.
"Yes sweet heart, it's me." He said with a grim smile. "Is it true what I've herd?"
"What have you herd?" I asked.
"That you've been sneaking around with boys staying at their houses and you even killed a kid?" He told me.
"I've been trying to get away from yours and moms arguing the boys are the only real family I have and can get along with." I said. "And the Curtis family aren't bad people Ponyboys brother here has taken me under his wing since you guys moved out and left me behind." I pointed to Ponyboy who was still standing there in shock. "And I didn't kill the kid they where drowning Pony here and held me back they where gonna beat me and Johnny Cade up so Johnny accidentally killed that kid he just wanted to threaten them!"
"Oh and who is this guy you say has taken under his wing?" He asked he looked at Ponyboy. "Is it you?"
"No," Pony said. "its my older brother." He swallowed hard.
"Where's mom?" I asked realizing she wasn't around.
"Mom?" Dad questioned. "Went on...a little vacation."
"Where at?" I asked my voice began to quiver.
"Well I'm sure you've seen the little accident in your room," he said.
"What did you do!" I yelled as I began to cry.
"She took a forever vacation," he put a grim smile on his face.
"Sammi lets get out of here what ever is behind that door is for you and it's not gonna be pretty." Ponyboy told me talking quickly and quietly.
My dad pulled his hand out from behind the door. He had a gun.
"I saved these last few bullets for you," he said as he loaded it. I looked at him as he aimed.
Ponyboy grabbed my arm and we ran out the door as the first shot was fired.
" I knew you would put up a fight instead of taking your fate!" He yelled after us. We just ran.
"We can't let him find out where you guys live," I told pony as we ran. "We'll be in real crap then," I said again.
"The gas station," Ponyboy told me. "We can run to the gas station it's not that far."
"Alright," I said as I looked behind me and realized he was gaining on us, but was pumping his arms so much that he couldn't shoot while running. We sped up and made it to the gas station where we found Soda and Steve working outside.
"He's chasing us!" I panicked as I started to cry. "He's got a gun."
"Sammi settle down," Soda said. "Who's chasing you."
"My dad," I panted. "He killed my mom and he's trying to kill me. He's not happy with what he's herd about me." I was crying and I had a hold of Sodas shoulder and his sleeve so he couldn't leave. "Soda I'm not making this up you have to believe me."
"I saw him," Pony said. "He's got a heater and he was chasing us and he tried to shoot her while we where at her house. Come on Soda and Steve you have to believe us."
"Come for some protection sweetly?" I herd him call. "Think I won't shoot them too?" I herd him laugh.
"Don't touch them," I cried as I turned around and faced him.
"Have you been a bit in the crazy side Lately?" he asked. "Have you been seeing things?"
Soda put a protective hand on my waist from behind.
"Move again and I'll shoot you right here right now," my dad said catching it.
"Why don't you put the gun down and fight like a man?" Steve said as he came in front of us.
"Are you calling me a whimp?" My dad asked look at Steve.
"Yeah," Steve told him. "If your gonna murder 2 innocent children maybe even 3 or 4 at least do it like a man."
My dad threw the gun down.
"Okay but I want to fight you right here right now buddy!"
"Alright, let's take this to the parking lot," Steve said as they headed out there.
I was breathing heavily. Then I remembered something. I turned around and looked up at Soda.
"Soda," I panicked. "Steve doesn't have a chance against my dad!"
"What? Why not?" Soda asked me.
"My dad took 3 years in karate and other high tech fighting stuff," I said.
"Steve!" Soda yelled. "Come here!" Steve came running over.
"What?" He asked. "I'm gonna take this old man."
"Steve you can't he took 3 years of karate and other high tech fighting stuff." I told him. "You don't stand a chance."
Ponyboy slipped inside and Called 911. My dad picked the gun back up and pointed it. When the cops finally showed my dad was about to pull the trigger and I was turned away from him with my head buried in Sodas chest. I was shaking and I was scared. When the cops took him away I was crying tears of joy. Soda gave me a hug as my face was still buried in his chest.
" I thought I was for sure gonna die that time," I cried.
"It's okay," Soda said. "I got you," he kissed my head and we stood there. "Ponyboy take her home and wait for Two-bit to get there if he's not already there. Okay?"
"Okay,"Ponyboy said as he took me back home.