16 year old Emma Hollows is trying to navigate her way through life in Tulsa with labels left and right and a not-so ideal situation when she meets the famous Dallas Winston. Will he change her life for the better? Or for the worse?
"Broken hearts and tears build you into a stronger person." - Bridgett Devoue
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My attention was on the movie when I felt someone kicking at my back chair. It didn't take more than a second for me to know it was Dallas. I sighed and turned around. Ending up face-to-face with him. Our lips inches apart. I widened my eyes as he only smirked. "Well hello there doll." He greeted, his warm, cigarette scented breath fanning over my face, which sent shivers down my spine.
He chuckled lightly seeing me shiver. He knew he had power over me and he loved it. It was like a lighting bolt cane straight from the darkening sky above and stuck me as I mentally noted this interaction. I felt something for Dallas Winston. I despised the pure fact that he could stun me with a single breath.
He leaned even closer and our lips were so close to touching. If either of us talked our mouths would brush against each other.
A fake cough came from beside Dallas and he hesitantly moved his face from mine to look at who it was.
My eyes landed on the person as he turned to face them. Of course. It was Cherry. No surprise there I guess. "Oh dally." I cringed as her voice rang through my ears like nails on a chalkboard. Dallas raised an eyebrow. "Maybe we could have some fun." She stated swaying her hips. Dallas shrugged and got up from his seat.
I felt my blood boil. He was going with her. The other 3 must have noticed the irritance radiating from me as Johnny gave me a sympathetic look and Camille and Ponyboy smiled comfortingly.
"See you later doll." Dallas said, leaning down and whispering in my ear. I almost shivered again but controlled myself as I was clearly not happy he was leaving with that preppy little.. let me not even go there. "Goodbye Dallas." I stated coldly, not even bothering to look his direction. "Oh so it'll be like that, huh? He asked while raising a finger to my face and trailing it across my cheek lightly.
This made my face heat up but I don't think he noticed as he moved away from me. "Call me Dally, by the way sweetheart." He added before I looked and saw him walk away with SHERRI VALANCE. 'Whatever' I thought. I don't know why it bothered me anyway. It's not like Dallas Winston would go for someone like me. Not in a million years.
I would just be some toy he would play with and throw out when he got bored of it. Dallas was a player and a delinquent. And I knew it too. "What was that, you are way too obvious Em." Camille started while lighting her own cigarette. "I can't help it." I groaned. "I'm leaving." I stated shortly before abruptly standing up from my seat.
Camille cocked an eyebrow at me and Ponyboy stood up also. "Okay, but would you maybe wanna stop by my house tomorrow?" Ponyboy questioned. "Sure my brothers and the rest of our friends would love to meet you. You saved Johnny and I here after all." He finished with a grin. "I- I don't know kid.. I'm a soc and I'm sure they won't take kindly to that." I answer sheepishly. "Oh, don't worry about that. They won't mind." He comforts. I hesitate before responding.. "sure, why not I guess." He grins wider. "Cool! Here's my address." He says jotting down something on a piece of paper before placing it in my hand.
I grab the paper and give them all one last smile, then slip back under that fence and begin my trek home.
I finally make it up to my front door, desperate to escape the rigid cold. I unlock the door, as quietly as possible before slipping inside. I close the door behind me and try not to make any sound. I sigh slightly before turning to walk up the stairs.
To my horror, I was met with the cold, hateful state of my mother. "Hello mother.." I greeted looking down at my high heels. "Where the hell were you child?" She questions glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would definitely be dead on the ground. "I was just at the drive-in.. meeting up with Camille." I answer her in the least threatening tone I can manage. She looks me dead in the eye and I quickly feel a strong stinging sensation on my cheek. She slapped me. Oh great. Could this day get any worse at this point?
That was a question I regret asking myself as her elbow harshly met my ribcage. I wince quietly as to not anger her even more. I then felt a sharp pain in my kneecap as her foot slammed it with much force. I yelped and almost fell to the ground in pain. She looked at me once more, hate still burning in her eyes.
She spit right in my face and walked upstairs to her bedroom where I heard a man speaking. I knew she brought home another random man and I definitely did not want to meet him. I limped over to the kitchen sink and grabbed a cloth to clean my face off. Damn. I thought to myself. That woman REALLY needs to brush her teeth.
Her breath stinks to absolutely no end. I cleaned off my face with water and trudged up the stairs. I went into my room and closing the door, then making my way to the connected bathroom to take a shower. I quickly showered and got into a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt for bed. I brushed my teeth and put my hair in a lazy bun.
I checked the mirror again to see if the marks from my mini-beating were getting worse. The deep colored bruises on my knee and ribcage were getting more prominent as the handprint on my face reddened. I sighed to myself and made my way out of the bathroom, turning off the light and closing the door. I walked slowly to my bed and sat down. As soon as I was under the covers and my head hit the pillow. I was asleep.
Asleep. Where nobody could beat me, insult me, send me dirty looks, catcall me, or ignore me. Nothing bad came to me in my sleep. It was like an escape from the terrible world that surrounded me at all times.
It was the one chance I got to feel something good. I barely ever felt any good emotions anymore if I'm being perfectly honest. Life could be cruel, it would always be that way. In the end though, I hoped to find a way of life where I could be happy. No labels, nothing bad at all.
