Johnny's Little Sister (A Ponyboy Curtis Love Story)

Chapter 2

I realized that if I want the Christmas part of this story up by Christmas then I need to probably post around a chapter or more a day so here's chapter 2!!!!

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~Johnny’s P.O.V.~

I sat in the Curtis living room watching Mickey Mouse with Ponyboy and Two-Bit. I kept fidgeting in my seat worrying about Jennie. I hope she would listen to me and leave the house if Mom and Dad came home. I had had an uneasy feeling in my stomach for the past week. It seemed that my parents had been beating me less and less, and the gang had been saying that I had less bruises than before. This only made me worry about her more. “Hey Johnny, you okay man? You seem nervous.” Pony said looking at me. I looked at him, “Yea I’m fine.” He shrugged it off. “Want to go for a walk?” He asked and I nodded. We both walked out the door and in the direction of my house and the park. We walked in a comfortable silence until we neared my house. I saw our parent’s car in the driveway and couldn’t help but worry even more about my sister. “Have your folks been hard on you lately?” Pony asked noticing me looking at the house. “No, not really, it seems like they haven’t been beaten me as bad lately.” I replied and I could hear my mom and dad yelling back and forth. I could see the slight glow from Jennie’s room on an upstairs window and silently sighed in relief. Pony and I continued to walk to the park just in time for the sunset.

~Jennie’s P.O.V.~

I was in the middle of reading Gone With the Wind when I began to hear yelling down stairs, causing me to jump. I adjusted my glasses and put the book down turning off my music. Once again my parents were fighting. I sat in the corner hoping my dad wouldn’t come up here. And to my luck he did. Note the sarcasm. I heard his pounding footsteps charge up the stairs towards my door. I cowered back against the wall hugging my knees to my chest. The door crashed open revealing my father. His eyes landed on me and he grabbed me by the hair, dragging me out the door. When we got to the top of the stairs he threw my down causing me to crash into a wall at the bottom. I heard my glasses crack as I screamed in pain and let a few tears escape my eyes. Before I could get up he was on top of my punching me repeatedly. He got off my and kicked me a couple of times. “YOU’RE SUCH AN UGLY WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!!” He screamed at me. “NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO LOVE YOU!!! YOUR BROTHER DOESN’T EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU!!!” My father screamed. “That’s not true.” I said back at him standing up. I knew he was drunk from the smell of his breath. He grabbed my hair and slammed my small body into the coffee table causing it to break. He picked up one of the pieces of wood and beat me with it. I screamed over and over again. He just repeated what he said and soon I believed him. He kicked me once more in the head and walked away upstairs and I blacked out.

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I'm sorry these are so short they seem longer on Microsoft Word where I write them. Please vote and comment what you think!!!! I'm always open for people's opinions!!!