bexley curtis ✰ || the outsiders

Sixteen

I was awoken to the sound of the tv blaring through my ears, squeezing my eyes as pain started to erupt throughout my head. Pain started to overwhelm me as I tried to move a slight bit, but the uncomfortable feeling of numbness started to creep up through my back. I peeled my eyes opened, the pale streams of sunlight trickling it's way through the windows above the couch I was laying on made me wince again with its brightness.

Everything hurts at this moment. My back feels like knives has been stabbed several times repeatedly in the same spot, the feeling in my throat like someone tried to strangle me was unbearable, and my head that feels like it's been bashed off the cement several times was exhausting.

My vision started to make things out clearly as I glanced around at the creamed colored ceiling that stared right back at me. I came to a realization that I was laying on the worn out couch in my house. I turned my head slightly to my right as I seen Dallas asleep in the armchair right in front of me. I watched as his chest rises, and falls steadily as he breathes, his brunette hair that looked like it was ruffled in a soften mess; but nobody was home. The only sound that was made in the house, was the tv that was playing American Bandstand, which always plays after a few commercials when Mickey ended, and the faint breaths from Dallas that were loud. I managed to sit myself up, resting my elbows onto my thighs as I shoved my head into my hands. The pain would throb violently around my head, which made me wonder why my skull didn't just crack open. I squeezed my eyes shut as I willed for the pain to go away. I could make out Dally's breathing in his sleep, along with the faint noises of the wind, before the door swung opened.

I took my head out of my hands, seeing Ponyboy covered in sweat as he stopped in front of the door, letting the door slam behind him as he looked at Dallas, then flicked his eyes back at me, carrying the sound of his track shoes scraping against the wooden floor.

"He still asleep?" He questioned as he lowered his voice, breathing heavily as he dropped his track bag next to the couch I was sitting on. "Golly, it's been hours."

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. It felt like it has been hours, despite the fact I was thinking of my brother Sodapop at this time of minute ignoring his statement. "Are you the only one home? Soda should be here around this time of hour, right?"

"He's on a date with Sandy," he said blankly. He rolled his eyes, grabbing his water bottle off the floor, screwing the cap off as he leisurely sipped on it, and screwed the cap back on and left it sit in his hands. "He took her to the Drive-In to make up for what happened last time."

"What happened last time?" I asked, playing with the rings around my finger absentmindedly.

He snickered, grabbing his track bag and slinging it over his shoulders. "Soda'll tell you," he said, turning his back to face me. "Probably even Two-bit will enjoy telling you that story." I watched him disappear out of my sight as he walked upstairs. I heard the footsteps upstairs, which were heavily. The floors are extremely thin to where you could hear anyone walk to a certain place. I even heard the upstairs faucet turn on as I kept my gaze onto the stairs, hoping Dallas would wake up any second. Pony takes the most longest showers when Darry isn't home, since Darry always suggests we have to take only a certain amount of time in the shower due to the water bills.

I sighed and seen slight movements coming in front of me. I turned my head to look at Dallas, he was awake. The noises of Pony's track shoes clicking all over the house was probably what rouses Dallas up. He stood up, the sleep that weighed his face down was quick to disappear. I hardly gave him a smile, the corner of my lips only raised a slight bit. As I looked at Dallas, I could tell I wanted to be pissed at this point. I was worried about him everyday for the last few weeks of him being stuck into a jail cell, and nobody told me.