Jail bird / Outsiders

The raid

     I walked up the path of this dirty white house. It was small, not too small, just cozy I guess. I had my backpack and duffle bag in hand. There was an old wire fence gate that was about ready to fall over. I walked up the steps to the front door walking in. I looked around, being observant and looking at everything. The living room to the left. With two small couches.A small television. To the right was the opening to the kitchen. A small one with a stove fridge and small dinner table and three chairs. That means three people. Mom and Dad and a kid. So it's just your casual foster family. I'll be here for a few months and be on my way. I was brought back to reality when I was greeted by a young dude. He looked big and scary but not old enough to be a Dad. Brown hair, super dark brown eyes, he looked super bulky.  " I'm Darrel you can call me Darry" He said with a nice kind smile not pushing it but just a welcoming smile.  I stuck my handout for a handshake. I could tell he hesitated a bit but he shook my hand. "Names Jayden '' I peeked around the bulky dude to see a younger boy. He was shorter than him, not by a lot, just a few inches. He had light brown hair and he had super light blue eyes but they were also super bright. He walked up behind Darrel " I'm Sodapop '' . He had a smile not like the other dude. It was a flashy one but it wasn't at the same time. He just gave me a fist bump. " Now that you're acquainted with your rooms down the hall to the left" He stepped out of the way pointing towards the walkway. "Thanks" I walked off with my bags down the hallway. It was a really dark hallway with one light bulb. It had the string that clicked when you pulled on it. I turned left. Opened the door. The room was a good sized room with a bed desk and dresser. Everything you need there was also a big rectangle window. I shut the door behind me and I started to put all my clothes in my dresser. My clothes mainly consist of blue jeans and a bunch of old T-shirts. I had a belt or two as well. I grabbed my skateboard from my bag. I held it in my hand looking for somewhere to put it. I set it behind the door so when it opens you can't see it. I had been in my room for about an hour so I walked out into the living room. The two boys from earlier one that looked like them but were a lot younger and blonde. Some dude with a wack nose he was short to. There was also some dude with short brown hair and a leather jacket. I just walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge hoping to find some booze. I was moving everything around when I felt someone behind me. It was the young blonde kid. "They moved all the booze before you got here." He informed me as he was throwing a candybar wrapper away. " Great, thanks for saving me time.." I paused looking confused because I didn't know his name. "Ponyboy Curtis, you met my brothers earlier." So That's what it was just a bunch of brothers. This might be a nicer stay than I thought. " Nice name Im Jayden" I told the kid as I shut the fridge. " The short one out there is Steve, he's Sodapops friend. The other Dallas he's from New York." he informed me knowing I was curious. "Thanks Ponyboy also, where are your folks?" I asked him pointing around at nothing. "They died about a year ago" he told me not in a sad tone but the same one from before. "Shit man I'm sorry" I covered my mouth not dramatically but casually. He chuckled a bit " I dont care no one does, only Darry just watch what you say you'll be fine" He gestured to me to follow him. I did we walked out and the only open seat was next to the Dallas dude. Everyone just kinda looked at me for a bit. " My name's Jayden" I told them all, breaking the very awkward silence. "Oh you're that foster kid they were talking about" Steve the kid with the weird nose chimed in. Sodapop nudged him with his elbow. " It's fine that's what I am, I'm a foster kid" I shrugged unbothered because it didnt I am a foster kid. I can't change that. " Why'd you get booked?" The Dallas kid I was sitting next to asked. "What makes you think she got booked? That's rude Dal." Darry told him in a very strict tone. "Come on, I'm not the only one who can tell, am I?" He asked all of them like it was something everyone knows. " Dal you are the only one whos ever did time outta all of us" Ponyboy the kid from earlier told him sarcastically but he wasn't lying you could tell Dalllas had done time you could tell because of his demeanor he was just loud and said everything he wanted but he could fight. I knew that because of his knuckles they were all scared and red. It happens when you fight a lot he had fought recently they were really red and raw. " How much time you do kid?" he asked, turning to me. " Seven months the first time year and a half the second time." I paused, looking at him " You?" I asked him the same way he did me. " In and out couldn't tell ya, probably taught you a lesson" He shrugged looking back at the TV. " Betcha that person beat your ass" I mumbled under my breath thinking he couldn't hear me. " What did you say, you little shit?" He turned to me clearly mad. "I said and I quote ' Betcha that person beat your ass'" I looked him in the eyes and spoke slowly. It was quiet for a while. Me and Dally just stared at each other. I could tell outta the corner of my eye every one was just staring at each other confused and surprised. " I don't even wanna hear that from you, how do you know anyway?" He was serious and then confused. " Your knuckles are all beat up and raw I can see the scar tissue" I grabbed his wrist showing everyone what I was talking about. He pulled his wrist back annoyed. "Okay I'll bite whyd you get booked?" he asked curiously. " Three counts of Narcotics and seven counts of grand theft auto." I told them with an awkward smile. " How old are you?" Sodapop asked me. " 16." He looked at me surprised. "Now how does a 16 year old get that stuff? '' Darry asked. '' I was fourteen and me and my friend Mark did, Mark dealt LSD and I dealt prescription painkillers and pot.'' When I was talking I talked with my hands. I do that a lot. Ponyboys eyes went wide. " Mark Jennings?" Ponyboy asked. "Yeah, that's Byron's brother," I responded. I looked a little confused. "That's the kid that got locked up isn't it?" Steve asked. "Yeah he got locked up for narcotics and assault" Pony followed up " No shit really" I asked kind of but I wasn't really surprised. " Watch your mouth" Darry smacked me with a rolled up newspaper. " You said you dealt pot, right?" Dallas asked me. " Yeah I just said that" I was confused. Then he got up and started to walk to my room. " Dude, what are you doing? '' I shouted at him trying to get around him. I couldn't. The gang started to follow us. He busted open the door going straight to my dresser. " Dude what the fuck!" I grabbed his arm trying to get him to stop. I pushed him like four times till I went to swing on the back of his head when Sodapop grabbed my arm trying to hold me back when I pushed him off of me trying to hit him again when Darry grabbed both my arms behind my back like I was being arrested. I watched as Dallas looked at my dresser. He pulled a loose one out and flipped it over. He found the stash of pot I hid there before.I tapped it under the drawer " You got that you got more" he looked at me " Where is it?" he stared at me. I just looked up at him, staring at him annoyed. "If you don't tell me, I'll find it." He looked around. " Steve, look at the desk" He pointed at it as he saw the cracked window. " Really the window trick that's the oldest one in the book" He shook his head as he walked to the window he reached above it on the top ledge finding a bottle of painkillers. He threw it on the bed. I looked over at Steve as he was getting close to a pack of Newports I had tapped under the chair. Dallas obviously saw me look at him. "Look harder Steve, there's stuff over there." Dallas yelled at him as he started to walk over to me. " Tell me where the rest is I know there's more a kid fresh outta juvie dosent just quit you have a lot more left." He tried questioning me again. " Don't know what youre talking about." I said sarcastically he was right. I had some pot in the mattress and about four more bottles of painkillers in my closet. Darry let go of me and set me in a chair Pony had brought in. I sat as I watched them search my room. "She's no help, just take her to the Kitchen" Dally said as he was under the bed. "Come on Kid" Darry grabbed my arm leading me out to the small kitchen. He sat me down in a chair while everyone searched my room. Soda sat across the table from me. " Look Jayden I know you've been through a lot but just tell them where the drugs are. It'll be easier if you do." He tried his best to convince me. " Look you don't know me you don't know what i've been through you never will so just leave me be and let do what I need to do."  I tried keeping my voice down but it got a little high. "Well tell me about it, you can open it to us , you know that." He got really sympathetic. " I'm not telling you anything so just get used to it" I told him, my arms still crossed. I saw his face. He was getting mad but he also looked relieved. "Figured you'd say that." " THen what's the point of asking?" I looked at him like he was dumb. " Well I had Ponyboy call someone." He informed me looking in the door frame behind me. I glanced at him and turned around. It was Bryon. I shot up from my chair hugging him. He hugged me back resting his head on mine like he always did.The hug lasted for a bit then it stopped. He held me by my shoulders arm length. " Ponyboy called me saying you were hiding shit again" He looked at me and he was disappointed. " You know you just got out, someone calls it in or cops show up your right back there thinking Mark and Jason would be pissed." He was still looking at me. " Marks incarcerated and Jason's dead" I looked at him trying to reason with him. " Come on let's go show em where you hid all your crap." he put his arm around my neck walking me back to my room. Once we got there Darry noticed him right away " The hell who is that one of your dealers." He stopped Bryon from walking forward. " Calm down man, he's the reason I'm giving up my stash." I said I was very annoyed. I walked to my closet reaching on the inside ledge. I grabbed the four bottles of painkillers and threw them on the bed. Walked over to my desk where Steve still hadn't found my Newports. I ripped them from under the chair and threw them on the bed too. I also grabbed more of the pot from under my mattress. " They're happy now." I told them all sarcastically. " Hey thanks kid" Darry shook Byron's hand. " No problem call me if you need help shes a tough one to crack." Bryon ruffled my hair as he headed for the door. " Bye Bryon" I waved to him as I walked to the living room. "