➪ Nancy Matthews
is the sister of Two-Bit Matthews, a greaser. She never wanted to be apart of the gang, but had no other choice but to hang out with them since her parents are always busy. Nancy finds herself getting closer to the gang and eventual...
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20 QUESTIONS | DAY FIVE "i don't wanna talk right now."
NANCY MATTHEWS P.O.V
THE NEXT DAY, I went to visit my father's grave. It was his birthday today.
I offered for Two-Bit to tag along but he refused immediately. He did this every year but every year I still asked. On Dad's birthday he likes to be alone and get more drunk than he normally already is.
I sat down next to it, laying down white roses like I always did since I was thirteen. I still remember how good of a man he was; he didn't deserve to be killed.
I couldn't believe that it had been three whole years since.
This is where Keith and I got our hate for Soc's, because the ones that killed our dad never got in trouble for it. Money privileges, every Soc has them.
I wiped away a single tear that had fallen down my cheek.
"I say this every year but, I really do miss you." I sighed, picking at the hem of my skirt. "It's hard seeing how mom is towards us, it's like we don't even exist in that house. But I'm glad she might be moving on, it's healthy for her. I'm worried about Keith and- I did hate Tom but he might be growing on me."
A branch snapped and I turned around to see Soda slowly walking over, "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
"You're fine." I smiled.
"May I?" He asked, referring to sitting down.
I nodded and turned my attention back to the grave; the wind had picked up which made my hair flow behind my shoulders.
"I heard about what happened yesterday, you feelin' okay now?" He asked me.
"Yeah, how is Two-Bit?" I asked, biting my lip.
"He's fine now, we thought he was gonna lose it. He was on like his eighteenth beer; we made him drink water and lay down." Soda informed me and I nodded.
"I'm worried about him," I sniffled. "He's sensitive with every topic of our dad. I mean we both saw him get shot with our own eyes and-" My voice broke into a sob.
I hated myself for crying in front of Soda, I felt embarrassed.
He rubbed my back softly and pulled me in for a hug, "Hey, it's gonna be alright, okay?"
I took a deep breath and pulled away, wiping my face.
"I'm sorry." I apologized, cracking my knuckles on my thighs.
