Reckless Love: Sequel to Careless Love

Chapter 5

"J-Jonathan?" I choked out.

"I said shut up!" He yelled. I cowered as he came towards me. Jonathan used to be a greaser. We were best friends, then he asked me out. Everything went downhill from there. He started being possessive and abusive, so I left him. He tried to hunt me down. Then, his dad got a new job, and they had to move to California. Jonathan became a soc, and I hadn't seen or heard from him since.

I looked up, realizing that Jonathan went upstairs. I heard the front door slam open and closed, meaning he probably left. I ripped my hands out of the rope, and untied my ankles. I slowly and quietly went up the stairs. I peeked out, not seeing anyone. I stepped out of the basement, heading towards the door. I was halfway there, when a floorboard creaked loudly under my left foot. My eyes widened. I heard footsteps upstairs, rushing down. Jonathan turned the corner, Randy following him. They looked furious. They stepped towards me. I backed away, terrified, into the corner.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jonathan questioned. I gulped, hitting the wall. The front door opened, and Bob walked in.

"Hey...what's going on?" He asked, nearing me.

"I got er. Two days ago." Jonathan informed him. What?! I was unconscious for two days?!

"Ohh so this is Autumn... Ponyboy's little princess." Bob stated, coming closer.

"I bet he treats you so good. I bet your brothers do too. Do they buy you stuff? Or are they always gone? Oh and how's dallas? I bet you're dating him behind Curtis' back." Bob said, his voice dripping with evilness and sarcasm.

"I am not dating Dallas." I told him, angrily. He stepped towards me, pinning me against the wall. I struggled, trying to push him off.

"Get off of me!" I exclaimed. He slapped me in the face, hard. I winced. He pinned me on the ground, his hands holding my wrists, his knees on either side of me. He slugged me in the face, over and over again until I could taste the blood running down from my nose. He got up and kicked me in the chest and the ribs. Again and again, multiple times. Randy and Jonathan took their turns, punching me and kicking me as well. They all stood back and looked at me. I was curled up on the ground, coughing, crying, bleeding, whimpering. They laughed, high-fived each other, then went back up the stairs. I was bawling, praying that Ponyboy, or Finn, or the gang would come and save me, although I knew that was almost impossible, since they had no idea where I was going, and they don't know who took me. I wanted so badly to go home and lay in my own bed, to wake up to Two-Bit cracking jokes about my bed head, to be in Pony's arms, to just hangout with the gang. I cried myself to sleep on the cold, hard ground.