Broken || The Outsiders

15

"You know what time it is, boy?"

Rainn's P.O.V.
(May 22, 1953)

I sang along with the music on the radio as I drove to the mattress store. Remembering my 2 hours long car ride to get to the office, I remember passing some places to get that kind of stuff. I pulled up to a stop light but still sang along to the song.

(I understand that it is 1964 in the book, but I'm going to be using some songs from our generation. If you have a problem that skip along. But if I were you I wouldn't.)

"You are out of my league.
Got my heart beat racing
You were just the right kind
Yeah you are more then just a dream"

I stopped, this song reminded me of things. Things that I wish I couldn't remember.

— flashback —

My music played, the one thing that could distract me from anything. It was playing my favorite song, me and Princess would dance out to it in the living room.

You are out of my league
Got my heart beat racing
You were just the right kind
You are more than just a dream

I was in the living room, Princess was out with her friends and my parent were working late, but my Dad came home earlier than what was said.

My dad banged his way into the side, knocking over the table by the door, and photo hanging on the wall, and the floor lamp. I jerked my head to the front door seeing my dad drunk as a skunk. He fast walked over to me pushing me down, "Why are you still here cunt?"

I hit my head on the coffee table on the way down. He laughed and pulled my up by my collar. My nose was burning, I felt the hot blood running down my face, but I didn't dare move. He pushed back down, making my head bust against the hard wooden floor.

After that, he pulled me up grabbing me by the wrist and up the stairs to our house. I held on the railing and posted in the railing. He yanked me forward, causing me to crash into him. My body went limp, my head pounded at every cruse word that flooded out of his mouth.

I pulled me into my room, I held on the door frame, but barely did anything since I was so weak. He pulled me in then pushed my shoulders down, without thinking and once again hit my head against the bed frame. The music from down stairs was slowing making sound waves to my room.

I looked up at the devil himself standing in front of me. My vision was dizzy, my mind couldn't focus on one thing. I put my palms on the ground to give me balance to help me stand up, but that was just for him to kick me back down.

The bottle of beer in his hand smashed against the floor next to me. The beer slashed against me, making my face was drips of beer on me. I sighed, my breathing was slowly fading. He reached down and started slapping me, it went 1...2..3.4... he paused, and started punching me, yelling words too.

"You asshole! I wish we never had you!"
"You never get it! Your dumb as shit!"
"You were a mistake! Why can't you be like Princess?"
"You don't understand! No one will like you! And no one will ever!"

The sound sound I could hear was the faint music from downstairs.

You are out of my league

Got my heart beat racing

You were just the right kind

Yeah you are more then just a dream.

— flashback over —

I heard a honk coming from behind me, taking me out of my flashback. I pressed on the gas, going back on with my day, it just didn't feel the same as it was.