SCARED AND ALONE(SODA)

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I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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Dylon Lynn Jenkins, a 16 year old Greaser, was sitting out side of her apartment builing, which was on the lower level of the four in the second section. It was a windy, rainy day, but she didn't care. Today she was sitting outside not caring about the rain..She just couldn't be inside anymore. Her father had gone another one of his tirades and beat her again..Like usual. She wished that it hadn't happed. She wished that she'd stopped her dad. Instead, the fight ended up with her on the floor on her back and her dad and stomped off angrily to work and all Dylon could do was run out side past her crying mother and sit outside.

Dylon looked at the sky. It matched her mood exactly today. Right now, Dylon was scared, worried, upset, and really lonely. She didn't know were any of the guys were, she didn't know were her best friend, Brooklyn AKA Cherry Soda, was either. Dylon sat there, her best outfit and only best outfit, along with her long black hair, all tangled up and soaked. Dylon just slumped back onto the wall and cried harder. "Lord, why can't it stop..I'm hurting." She felt like a total dumbbutt for sitting out here in the rain, getting soaked, and crying to the Lord.

Dylon seriously wished that any, and she meant any of the guys were around to help her. Dyl usually hung around the guys when she either wasn't at home getting another beating, or at school or in town walking. Dylon sighed again. "Were is everyone?!" She all but screamed to pretty much noone in particular. She was sure that the whole East Side of Tulsa might hear her but right now, she didn't care who heard her. Dylon was more than hurt, she as hurt, angry, but all in all..Scared.

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TAG SODA AND DYLON
WORD COUNT Maybe 300 or so..Not sure
STATUS This post is complete
OUTFIT HERE
NOTES HOPE THIS IS OKAY
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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[SODAPOP CURTIS]

"Glory but is it raining outside," Soda let a low whistle escape his lips as he stared out into the downpour from the garage. Steve merely laughed, clapping a hand down on his shoulder. Soda was itching to go outside or home or anything as long as he was doing something. Now that Steve was there to relieve him he could go. He flashed his friend a grin and the happy go lucky boy headed out into the rain, calling out to Steve that'd he would see him later. Darry had the car today and so he was on his own. Soda didn't mind, he wasn't scared by any means by walking home. He had never lost a fight before. He stopped for a moment, not even the other night. That Soc, it was all he could think about. How things elevated to that level he didn't know. One moment they were fighting and the blond had even broken Soda's rib then the next they had kissed.

The boy walked on, it was no secret that Sodapop was bisexual as he was the type of person who certainly couldn't keep that to himself. Though in Tulsa, that was highly looked down upon Soda didn't care. The sixteen year old was getting drenched but he hardly cared. His hair fell into his face and he shook his head, much like a dog shaking off. He grinned, deciding to take the long way home. Water beads were streaking down his leather jacket as he walked on. He could barely keep his mind tethered to the task at hand. He knew that the other greasers would be pretty sore if they knew what Soda had been doing last night. He couldn't have stopped himself if he tried. Soda was quite spontaneous, he always just went with whatever he thought at the time.

He was wrapped with bandaging around his ribcage. The pain was sharp but Soda more or less ignored it. The east side was a little less than glamorous but it was home. Well as close to home as any of them could get. Socs were constantly invading their territory, though no greaser dared to go wandering around the west side. Which is precisely what Soda had done the night before, he wasn't scared in the least bit. The blond had been harassing Ponyboy and that was not okay. He had ventured into the west side just to find Kevin Thompson and he had. He felt a pang of guilt, he had been there on behalf of his kid brother and he ended up kissing the guy. One thing was sure he'd never let him tease his kid brother again.

Walking on, he heard a familiar voice. His mahogany gaze fixated in the direction of where it had come from. Soda headed over to the apartment building, knowing very well who's voice had been calling out. "My guess would be that mostly everyone is indoors due to the rain," he grinned, coming around the corner. The boy plopped down next to Dylon, "What are you doin' out here all by your lonesome?" Soda's eyes were full of the same laughter they always held, he slid off his jacket and slung it over your shoulders, "I swear you and Pony are one in the same. Never wearing a jacket, you'll freeze to death." He slung and arm around her shoulders, his eyes becoming a little more serious. He sighed and pulled her into a sort of hug, "what happened Dyl?"

WORDS ?! 587
TAG ?! Dylon
OUTFIT ?! HERE
NOTES ?! Hope that was okay.
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 <3

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I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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Dylon looked at Soda and hugged him back. She completely ignored the jacket comment, because one she wasn't in the mood and two..She really didn't care if she froze. Dylon hugged Soda back and said "My dad..H-He beat me again." She stutterd out trying not to cry, afraid that if she did and Soda saw her, he'd think that she was weak. As she said it, she refused to give into the tears threatning to pour out of her eyes. Dylon wrapped his jacket tighter around her shoulders and layed her head on his shoulder. "I just want it to stop."

It was not secret that Dylons dad beat her since she was 4. Dylon even had a scar on her right cheek from when she was 6, were her dad cut her with a switchblade. She just looked at him wondering what was going through his mind..Another thing that wasn't a secret, was that the beatings Dylon recieved from her dad, John Mason, made the guys and herself scared for her life. Dylon couldn't help it, she finally let her self cry and hug Soda..Even though she was trying to be tough, she just couldn't right now. She had it her mind that she didn't know how without help. She always would tell her self to fight back but couldn't actually make her self do it.

Dylon sighed and decided that he should hear the full story, not just what happend in general..Since she knew that he probably already knew what mainly happend when he came up to her. Dylon sighed and said "My dad's been drinking ever since he got up at 4 this morning, and I had finally just got up." Soda and the other guys knew that it was completely forbidden for Dylon to sleep in late or to do pretty much anything really. "I didn't mean to...And thats how it all happend. One mintue I was taking and dodging punches and slaps, my mom's screaming, and then I'm on the floor and my dads stomping out of the house to go to work. Drunk like always." She sighed and started crying again. "I don't want to even be here right now Soda." She knew that he would invite her over to his house..If he did she'd accept. Dylon didn't care were on the East Side he asked her to go, as long as it wasn't in front of this old apartment buliding.

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TAG SODA AND DYLON
WORD COUNT Maybe 300 or so..Not sure
STATUS This post is complete
OUTFIT HERE
NOTES That was really good. I really hope this one was good. I have a lot of muse today, just not much time LOL.
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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