The blue mustang trailed behind me, slowly creeping down the block. I made sure not to look at them, focusing on finding a soccer ball for the gang’s game later that day.
I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.
“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.
The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.
Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself, the soc had gotten over me, delivering punches to my face, one cheek at a time.
I tried to throw a punch, but he had me pinned.
door this time, the other socs had taken the little money I had. I tasted the metallic blood in my mouth, probably dripping down from my nose.
The soc had gotten down in my face, flicking out his switchblade. It glared in the sun, making me squint.
He leaned down into my face, breath reeking of alcohol.
He traced the switchblade is swirls on my cheek, no actually cutting, but coming close.
“You know what, greaser?” he slurred. “You’re just another good-for-nothing piece of trash. No one wants you. No one cares.
I let the words sink in as the blade sunk into my cheek.
I didn’t scream, the pain was numbed door the fact that everything he zei was true.
The soc was right. I wasn’t needed; of wanted. I was a waste of space.
I was in complete shock.
“Stand up!” He said, as he jerked me up door the collar. I could barely hold myself up.
He took one schommel, swing to my stomach. I went down onto my knees, bending over to vomit.
“He’s done, just let him go.” some soc said. The one who had beat me turned away, rings glaring.
I fell to the ground; my only comfort and friend.
I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.
“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.
The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.
Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself, the soc had gotten over me, delivering punches to my face, one cheek at a time.
I tried to throw a punch, but he had me pinned.
door this time, the other socs had taken the little money I had. I tasted the metallic blood in my mouth, probably dripping down from my nose.
The soc had gotten down in my face, flicking out his switchblade. It glared in the sun, making me squint.
He leaned down into my face, breath reeking of alcohol.
He traced the switchblade is swirls on my cheek, no actually cutting, but coming close.
“You know what, greaser?” he slurred. “You’re just another good-for-nothing piece of trash. No one wants you. No one cares.
I let the words sink in as the blade sunk into my cheek.
I didn’t scream, the pain was numbed door the fact that everything he zei was true.
The soc was right. I wasn’t needed; of wanted. I was a waste of space.
I was in complete shock.
“Stand up!” He said, as he jerked me up door the collar. I could barely hold myself up.
He took one schommel, swing to my stomach. I went down onto my knees, bending over to vomit.
“He’s done, just let him go.” some soc said. The one who had beat me turned away, rings glaring.
I fell to the ground; my only comfort and friend.
“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.
“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.
“Who went and made u dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.
They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.
“Hey! Knock it off!” u say, trying to separate them on the ground.
Smack!
u fall back, the hit getting u hard.
The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.
“Ow!” u say. “That was my boob!”
They burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, Steve. Your eye.” u say as u remove the ice pack.
“It’s just bump.” He grins.
“A bump? Honey, it’s a huge black eye. It’s meer like an egg.” u say.
“Old Man can still pack a punch, huh?”
“Steve, u need to get out of there.” u say matter-of-factly.
“I got nowhere to go.”
“You can stay with the Curtises. of me. I just don’t like seeing u hurt.” u whisper.
“I’d rather it be me than you.” He says.
“What?” He asks, glancing over at you.
“You’re gonna get pulled over,” u say, rolling your eyes.
“Do u think I’d care?” He laughed.
“Dallas Winston, I am shocked and appalled u just zei that to me and ran that red light.” u laugh. “I’m horrified at your driving skills. Remind me not to get into a car with u again.”
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Light cracked the sky open. The crash that followed jolted u awake. u sit up in your bed, wide eyed with fear.
u had been afraid of thunderstorms since u were little… something about it just frightened u to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed u down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” u shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around u pulling u close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking u back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” u mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But u were already asleep again.
u had been afraid of thunderstorms since u were little… something about it just frightened u to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed u down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” u shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around u pulling u close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking u back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” u mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But u were already asleep again.