[Completed✔] Born and raised in Tulsa, Jade Phelan reminisces her youth with a group of dealers who attempt to make a better life for themselves and the yearning she felt for one of them.
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March 22nd, 1989. 3:04 P.M.
"She wouldn't even look at me. I swear I could see that damn shiner through her makeup." ranted Brian. He wanted to make Curly pay for what he did. Unlike Dallas and Tim, he didn't possess brute strength. This meant he had to find another way to get him back.
The three of them waited outside of the school for Curly to walk over to this car. "I am ready to smash his skull in." Tim punched the air in front of him, practising to fight his brother.
Dallas sat against the car hood. "That is some twisted brotherly love you got there." he said, licking a hand rolled cigarette for later.
Brian laid back on the grass and stared straight up at the clouds. "No bashing skulls. We still need him for the night runs." he directed.
Tim snarled. He cracked his neck and knuckles. He doesn't want to be reasonable when it comes to his brother. "He's due for a beat down."
Curly approached them with caution. "What are you doing here?" he asked, keeping his distance and starting to get a weird feeling in his stomach.
"I'm the subject of school girl fantasies." Brian said wistfully. He had always been painfully aware of his good looks. Tim and Dallas start to close in on Curly who only backed away.
Slowly he caught on. A trail of curse words flew from his mouth before he jolted off into a sprint across the field. Dallas holds back like a rabid dog waiting for Brian to give him the all go. After a few seconds, Brian speaks. It was three to one. Curly honestly believed he could outrun Dallas but failed to remember all his run ins with the law. Three to one. He didn't stand a chance.
Dallas bolts for it, rushes off his feet. Curly glances back and ends up falling over his own feet. Dallas catches him and drags his legs back. Curly rolled onto his back where the fist blows began. Tim catches up and joins in, kicking his brother straight in the ribs. Brian ambles over to them.
Dallas took one last kick to Curly's head, it was so hard that it stunned him. He laid limp in the dirt. The boys thought he was about to black out or something, but that wasn't like hard headed Curly who rolled onto his knees. He wasn't about to give up that easily.
Somehow he got a hold on Dally's leg, and ripped him onto the ground with him. The pair rolled around, cussing and panting until Brian and Tim ripped them apart.
Tim then threw his own brother against a brick wall. It was so forceful that it knocked the wind out of him and he buckled to the dirt. Dallas and Tim held him down. He kicked and tried to bite Brian's hand.
Brian slugs him once. He becomes dull to the pain and gives in. Brian bends down to Curly's frail body, and speaks quietly, "Next time you even about taking things into your own hands, especially with a girl, remember this." he lashes out and climbs onto Curly.
The next thing Curly knew Brian was sticking a lit cigarette into his neck. His flesh seared under the scorching heat. He squirmed violently, howling every swear word under the sun. He didn't seem so tough now. "Don't even look at Jade. Don't talk to her. It's over buddy." Brian declared.
Brian headed back to the car. Tim followed. Dallas spat at the ground near his head. "Get cleaned up, you're on a night run." he sneered, leaving him there.
March 22nd, 1989. 3:17 P.M.
I strolled home from school thinking about Darry and his engagement with Kate. I could feel myself getting madder with every thought. He didn't love me like that and I had to start to accept that. I was only going to push him away more. I shove my hands into my pockets.
As I bounced across the traffic lights, Darry and Kate suddenly left my mind. A car began to slow down near me. This is when I speed up. It didn't take long to realise that it was stalking me out.
The driver rolls down the window. It was Brian and Dallas and Tim. "Get in." Brian ordered. I halted in a stance and just eyed him. I wasn't about to do that. No way in hell.
"No." I protested. I shuddered at the thought of the trouble I was in and started to walk down the sidewalk.
The car is still on my heels. "Jade. Just get in. When I need to talk." he insisted. Something came over me. I found myself running for my life. I darted across the street again, narrowly avoiding oncoming vehicles.
Dallas leapt from the passenger side. "Why do they always run?" I could hear the car slam shut and knew someone was after me. Dallas was sprinting behind me. I could tell it was him because he was the fastest of the two. I lead him up to a grass lot where he corners me. There was nowhere to run.
"Stay away!" I cried out. Dallas took this as a chance to strike. He tackled me. We both plummet in a heap of dust. He's on top of me and is holding me down. Brian and Tim come running up from the car.
I squirmed. I kicked. It was no use. The three of them were way stronger than me. I am carried all the way to the back seat and thrown in. Dallas panted, "Jesus Christ- Jade. Have you completely lost your damn mind!?"
"Curly got in my head. He made out like you'd kill me for what I did." I admitted. I slouched in the back, while Brian and Tim got into the front.
"Man. He's a little prick." Dallas sneered. He wasn't too happy with all the dirt on his clothes either.
Brian adjusted the rear view mirror to me. "He's been dealt with." I didn't know what he meant by that. Dealt with? How could they have dealt with him? So many questions I had. "You back in or what?" he adds.
