me & the greasers (a dally love story)

chapter 23

They pulled up to where I was now standing up by the curb. I had no time to run and no where to go, they easily would've caught me.

"Well well boys, if it isn't Dallas Winston's broad," one of them said to the others, "you must be pretty desperate to be going out with him, you're good looking for a grease ball. But you'll never be anything more than that, scum." As he got closer I realized it was Randy, a friend of Bob's. How did he know I was Dally's girlfriend? Musta been the assholes at school always running their mouth. Now that they new I was Dallas Winston's girlfriend I'd be on everyone's radar.

I wanted to make a smart come back at them, but I knew it was better if I just kept my mouth shut. I was on the side of the store where there was no windows and poor lighting. With every passing second Dally didn't come to my rescue I became more nervous. They continued to trash talk while inching closer and closer toward me. After what felt like an eternity of endless threats and harassment I heard Dallas calling out my name. However that didn't scare the socs at all. In fact, I'm pretty sure I saw them smiling. When I saw Dally turn the corner and walk toward us I felt a temporary relief. That went away as soon as Randy gripped me up real tight with one of his goon's holding a blade up to my neck. Dally's tough and angered expression changed to a much more concerned look. He seemingly had let down his guard in hopes that the socs would let me go.

A soc broke the silence by saying, "Big tough Dallas Winston ain't so tough when we got ahold of his greaser slut, is he now?" Dally looked pissed off now.

"Hey man listen, I don't want no one getting hurt. Just let her go and we can all go on with our nights. Okay?" Dally pleaded. "Take me, kill me for all I care but you can't hurt her."

The group of socs teased a little more and traced around my neck with the blade, causing Dally to rush towards us. Finally I was let go.

"It's been a pleasure. Until next time," they taunted us, "and keep a close eye on that broad of yours Winston, wouldn't want nothing to happen to her when you aren't there to protect her now." I watched in shock at what had just happened as their mustang drove off. Once the car was out of sight I nearly collapsed to the ground but Dallas caught me in his arms. He wrapped them around me and I felt safe again. Dally picked me up and carried me to his car, gently placing me in the front seat. He softly caressed my face, kissing my forehead. Soon enough we drove off, not speaking a word. I turned up the volume to the radio a bit so he couldn't hear me cry. All the tears I'd been choking back had cut loose. When I heard the song playing on the radio it brought even more tears to my eyes. It was one of the songs Dally and I listened to on our date night, one of the songs on my Etta James record. It reminded me of the happy times I had with him and made me think how right now really sucked. It was bad, I just wished to go back to that lovely night. Once I got home he walked me to my door and hugged me good bye. I guess he decided it was best for me to be alone for the night. I don't know if that was right because whenever I was with him I felt safe. But I guess since I barely said any words to him he thought I wanted to be alone, which I didn't mind. I knew it wasn't Dally's fault but I didn't even know what to think or feel right now.

When I entered my house I saw Darry sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. I could hear talking coming from Soda and Pony's room, explaining where they were. A tear silently rolled down my cheek as Darry looked to me. I walked over to him and curled up in a ball next to him on the couch. He didn't say anything but pulled me closer to him. I guess he knew that this was one of the times I just needed him to be my big brother, not my parent or teacher. He stayed with me until I drifted off to sleep.

DARRY'S POV

Once I was sure Beverly was sleeping I hopped in my car and headed over to Buck's. I didn't know what happened to her but I was sure as hell Dally knew. He better just hope he wasn't the one who did something. Dally wasn't at his place so I had no idea where he was. That question was answered though when I drove past the lot on my way back home and saw someone smoking a cigarette there. I got out of my car and walked over to him.

"Dallas," I called out to him.

"Who is that? Darry?" he replied, recognizing my voice.

"Yeah. I wanna know what happened to my sister. She came home crying and hasn't spoken a word to no one since," I said, now sitting next to him.

"It wasn't my fault man, honest."

"Dally. Tell me what happened," I demanded.

"I was stopping at the store real quick and got caught up talking to one of my old buddies. After I left, Bev wasn't in the car no more," he proceeded to tell me the story of when he found Bev being held up, right up until the part where he dropped her off at home.

Every word Dally spoke made me more and more sick. I cant believe my own sister went through this. And the thought of it ever happening again, or something worse, was unbearable. I told Dally that if this ever happens again he won't ever see her anymore. That probably scared the hell out of him, I knew he liked her a lot, he never acted like this about any other girl and even I could tell that, but I didn't care because the thought of something happening to Bev scared the hell out of me. He respected my decision and let me give him a ride back to Buck's. I'm pretty sure the only reason he was out in the lot in the first place was because he couldn't stand the fact he let that happen to her and couldn't stop thinking about it. When I got home Beverly was asleep peacefully on the couch. I gave her a blanket and finally got to bed myself.