When Arabella's mom kicks her out of her house, she begins to sleep in the lot. When Johnny finds her, he takes her to Bucks's, where she meets Dallas Winston.
What will happen when Dally lets her live in the room with him?
Well, that's for you to f...
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Arabella
I walked home. It was 2am. My mother was going to kill me, literally.
I don't know why I didn't keep track of time. I didn't exactly have a curfew but my mom always came home from the bar at one thirty am and she was, to say the least, an angry drunk.
I saw my street name and I cursed lightly. I was familiar with my mom's beatings but I wasn't used to it.
I mean who is?
I felt my heart beating soundly, this neighborhood was really quiet at this time of night. In the afternoon though, it was buzzing with life. Not in a good way either.
Socs always came around our turf. I'm smart enough to stay in whenever they come around.
Some weren't though.
I heard of one kid who got beat up very badly to the point where he got spooked often and that didn't sound at all, great.
I couldn't remember his name.
I wasn't scared of them either but I had enough things to deal with than to worry about petty Socs.
I saw the beatdown swing that once hung on a tree in our backyard and cursed at myself lightly. I tried my hardest to not step too loudly on the autumn leaves.
"Is that you, Arabella?" My mother asked sharply.
"Yes, mom, it's me." I replied as calm as I could but my voice shook.
"Where the fuck have you been!" She yelled.
"I was at the drive in and then I went to the din-
"You think i'm going to believe that shit, I'm not stupid, I know you were out there being the whore that you are." She said.
She pulled on my hair and slammed me against the wall near the door.
I let out a yelp.
"Shut up, bitch." She hissed and harshly slapped me.
I didn't try to fight back.
The last time I did, she burned me with her cigarette. Many times that the skin around the wounds turned an ugly purple and the burns were deep, not like I was surprised at how they were going to turn out, the sensation was too painful.
"I don't know why I still have you here, you are worthless," She said, spitting on my face. "Did you hear me, you are a worthless whore." She said before throwing me against the kitchen table.
I didn't cry. Atleast I wouldn't in front of her, it made me seem weak and she liked that.
When I heard her door close, I slowly walked to the bathroom.
I looked at my reflection and sobbed.
I cried and cried.
I felt my eyes get droopy and I gave them the liberty and closed them.
