Little Lady|| Sodapop Fanfic

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-This chapter is real long. Let me know if you like them shorter or longer-

We got home and set up my room. It was actually really nice now but I still wanna be in the east with Dally. I didn't appreciate it then but I guess I liked living with him, I was always busy with something, whether it was bailing him out of jail, cleaning up after his mess, or just letting Johnny stay the night. I don't even have anything to do anymore. My dad got home from work and he was already in a bad mood, this was typical for him. My dad is trying to make a family business but no one in the family wants anything to do with it and sometimes I don't know if he does either. I walked downstairs and cooked some chicken. 

(It's around 8 pm and she hasn't eaten dinner yet)

"I didn't know you could cook," Lisa said as she walked into the kitchen

"Eh, I'm not that good at it but I try" I shrugged

"You could always ask me to make you something"

"No, I already feel bad living in your house"

"Oh quit talking about it! You think I want you here too?!" My dad snapped from the other room. I rolled my eyes and Lisa just ignored it.

I grabbed my food and headed upstairs. I ate on my bed and listened to the radio, there was nothing nice playing though so I turned it off.

After I ate I looked out my window for about 30 minutes, I want to go back with Dallas and all the boys, if I was there I would be with them right now.

I guess I was thinking out loud cause my dad came into my room and started yelling, he was talking about how I should be back with Dallas and how I'm a dirty greaser, ironic how he was one too.

"Lisa wouldn't like you saying all this," I said as I rolled my eyes and sat on my bed

"That's why she's at the store so don't get mouthy with me"

"Mouthy? You're the one yelling at me because I miss my home!"

"That wasn't your home, you had no one, not even Dallas"

"I don't care, if I were to get hurt he'd care, not you though. You'd just tell me I'm overreacting or something. You don't get it I miss my friends, I miss worrying about if dally was gonna make it home safe, now I have nothing here. Just some big house with complete strangers" I complained

"You're right, you are overacting.  You moved across town, not across the world. You need to shut your trap before I give you something to complain about"

"You don't get it, do you? I hate it here! I hate you, I hate this neighbourhood, I hate the fact that you have custody over me, I hate this, I hate everything. You know, life was going pretty good before you decided to come back." In a way he was right, I was overreacting. But I hate change, I hate it. But I was also right, Dallas and I were starting to get along before he came back.

"I don't care if you hate me! Your old enough to control yourself so stop yelling at me because it's not gonna make a difference" He said as he was about to walk out of my room.

"Yeah, and leaving your children for a year makes a fucking difference?" I mumbled under my breath.

My dad turned around "What was that?" Ever since I was little my dad hated me mumbling under my breath, and on top of that, I swore. I kinda just stood there and then he came up to me and punched me across the face. My dad has always had anger issues and rarely hit me, he had only slapped me a few times. When he got closer to me I smelt the alcohol on him. Of course, he was drinking.

He left my room and I sat there with my hand on my cheek. I eventually got ready for bed and went to sleep.-

I woke up at around 1 pm. I completely forgot about last night until I looked in the mirror.  There was a bruise forming on my face.
"Shit" I said as I tried to cover it with makeup, it didn't really help though. I was in my room until I heard Lisa call me downstairs