"Trying hard to trust you when you say give me your hand, baby I'm falling. I hope you catch me when I land."

After I finally agreed to get some help from the Curtis brothers and the rest of the gang...I felt a lot better, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.  Like I wasn't alone.  "The shower is down the hall and to the left," Soda explained, "but no one will go near the bathroom till your done, okay?" I nodded gratefully and made my way to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror and gasped, I had bruises on my face, my hair was a mess, and I had a thin layer of dust coating my skin, I was a hot mess.  I quickly removed my black tank top and blue jeans and released my hair from it's messy bun, before stepping into the warm cascade of water. As the droplets of water hit my skin I let out a sigh of bliss. I felt like I hadn't had a peaceful moment in forever and closed my eyes as it set in. I ran my fingers through my dark brown hair, letting the dust and dirt wash out of it.

I speedily washed my hair and turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around myself. I heard a soft knock on the door, "Um..yeah?" I asked. "Uh hi it's Soda, I have a t shirt and shorts if you needed something to change into..they might be a little big on you though." Tugging my towel tighter I blindly reached my arm out of the cracked door and felt soft cotton on my fingers. I grasped the clothing and pulled it into the bathroom. "Thanks." I said simply and waited till I heard his feet padding away. 

Sure enough I was holding a plain white t shirt, (which I was assuming belonged to the fourteen year old) and some black shorts which would probably be capris on me.  "Well it's better than wearing my old clothes."  I muttered under my breath.  I pulled on the white t shirt, and slid into the black capris (shorts).  I finger combed my long hair into place and noticed my bruises were becoming visible again.  I needed ice.  I stepped out of he bathroom and silently padded into the living room.  Everyone was still right where I left them.  "Hi..."  I said awkwardly.  "Wow, you clean up nice."  Dallas said winking.  I stared at him like, "are you for real?"  I rolled my eyes and mumbled a "thanks." 

The oldest one, (Darry I think) walked over to me.  "Do you need some ice?"  He asked worriedly.  "Yeah that'd be nice."  I said quietly.  He nodded, thankfully not asking questions, and went into the kitchen. "So how old are you?" Side-burns- I mean Two-bit asked. "Sixteen." I replied. Soda grinned, "I'm sixteen too!" I looked at him strangely, "Okay...cool." I didn't get why he was so ecstatic about my age.  "So where are you from?"  Johnny asked shyly.  "Texas."  Dallas raised an eyebrow, "Most people leave Tulsa to go to Texas."  He said.  "Well I'm not like most people, Dallas."  I said coldly.
Dallas looked me up and down, "I have a feeling your bark is worse than your bite."  I crossed my arms and leaned against the arm of the couch...I didn't have a comeback for that one. Finally someone asked the question I was hoping would never come up, "How'd ya get those bruises?"