the outsiders imagines

jumped // gang imagine

Warning(s): swearing, violence, Bob 🤢

You had just snuck out of the house since Darry and Pony were fighting again. In front of the gang, too. Most of the time they would just argue with each other, but today there was yelling and even Soda got upset. You said you were going to bed, so you went to your room, snuck out the window, and went for a walk. Now you were walking along the dark streets, making your way back home, you had been wandering around for a while. It was freezing outside, given you were in jeans and a t-shirt. You turn the corner and see the light on in the house. It was only about half past eight, so you wouldn't be surprised if the gang was still there. You weren't so worried anymore, until you see lights from behind you and out of the corner of your eye, a car.

A mustang.

You keep your head low and keep a steady pace. You feel your right pocket. Damn it. You forgot your switch on your nightstand in your room. You hear a car door slam. "where ya headed baby?" You stop and look behind you, thinking you could get out of this one easy. "what the hell do ya want, Bob?" He smirks, "nothin, just lookin for a good time" he winks. A wave of panic washes over you as you turn to sprint towards the house, but he was one step ahead of you as he grabbed your wrist, throwing you to the ground. You yelp as you come in contact with the hard concrete. You try to crawl away, but he soon pulls you close to him and straddles your waist, pinning you down. "SODA, DARRY, PONY, HEL-" he nails you right in the nose with his fist. His rings hurt like hell. "keep quiet and there won't be a problem here," he pulls out a switch and holds it to the bottom of your chin.

Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath. "w- what do you want?" He smirks, running his hand up and down your side. Your eyes go wide. "you just wait til the gang comes out here and sees ya, you're dead" You were bluffing. He gets right in your face, "you know what a greaser is? white trash with long, greasy hair" he snarks. "you know what a Soc is?", you smirk, "white trash with mustangs and madras!", you spit in his face. He hammers you in the jaw. Your vision becomes blurry as tears begin to form. "just shut it and you'll be alright, okay?", his hand trails from your waist to your thigh. You knew if you didn't do anything he wouldn't stop. You could only think to do one thing.

Scream.

You take a deep breath, screaming at the top of your lungs. "Jesus!" he pulls his switch to your side, digging it into your upper leg. "stupid broad" he says under his breath, getting up and running to his car. You hear some yells at the end of the street. Bob gets in the car and his tires screech as he drives off. You lay there, wincing in pain.  "Y/N?!" You hear Dallas yell. "Dal.." you groan. "she got beat real bad,"  You see Darry run back to the house while Dallas picks you up. "christ, who did this?!" You look up at him, "who do you think?" He rolls his eyes, "I'm gonna kill that bastard" he mumbles. You feel yourself becoming a bit lightheaded. "Dal i-" you were becoming short on breath, holding the spot that was losing blood fast. "damn it, y/n, cmon man you gotta stay awake" he shakes you as he's rushing to the house.

Darry holds the door open for him as Dallas brings you inside and sets you down on the couch. "Pony, bring us the first-aid kit" you cringe at his words. They were going to have to stitch you up. You were already in an excruciating amount of pain, a needle and thread wouldn't feel much better. Ponyboy brings Darry the kit and you look over to see the rest of the gang watching in silence. You sit up a bit, so Darry can get a better look at your leg. "Two, you got your switch on ya?" Two-bit nods and tosses it to Darry. "sorry, I'm gonna have to cut your jeans" he starts tearing your right pant leg with the blade. You lean your head back, ready to black out at any moment. "someone get her a cold rag, we can't have her passin out from losin blood" Darry removed the jean completely and gasped when he saw the bloody wound on your leg. "this is real bad, y/n.." he said in a hushed tone. Soda came over with a rag and placed it on your forehead. He tucked some loose hair behind your ear and gave you a nervous smile before walking over to Pony.  "you ready?" He asked. You look to the gang, then Darry, "I am way too sober for this" you sigh, nodding your head.

The whole process was long and agonizing. Dallas was by your side almost the whole time letting you squeeze his hand, but every now and then you'd have to squeeze Steve's to give Dal a break. Right now you were holding Dal's hand, cursing under your breath. "okay, last one" Darry finished stitching and began to wrap up your leg. Well, your thigh. Bob had stabbed pretty high above your knee. It was awkward, but all you cared about was that it was over. You release your grasp on Dallas and he let's out a shaky breath. "gee, you've got a good grip, doll." You sigh and lean back into the couch. "uh, Dar? what about her face?" You were so focused on your leg that you forgot he got a good hit on you a couple times. "I- I'm fine" you lie. Steve gives you a funny look, "your nose looks just about as crooked as mine!" You shake your head and groan. "well are y'all just gonna stand there or come give me a hand?"  "you mean a leg?" Two-bit snickers. "not now, Two" Soda pats him on the back.

"I got her" Darry grabs the washcloth next to you and pours some alcohol on it, "this might hurt". He pats each one of the small cuts from Bob's rings. "those look kinda like mine" you hear a soft voice say. "yeah, Johnny, Bob got both of ya" Darry seemed angry, but who could blame him, everyone was. Once he finished cleaning your face all that was left were the two bruises from where Bob hit you, along with a few marks here and there. "thanks" you mutter. He smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the head before butting the supplies back into the kit and leaving to put it away.

You look around the room, anger and sympathy showing on everyone's face. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault, I shouldn't have gone out without my switch, I shouldn't have left in the first place.. I'm sorry" you look down, examining the chipped nail polish on your nails. "Y/N, there's nothin to be sorry for, man" Dallas put a hand on my shoulder, "the only person who'll be sorry is that son of a bitch, Bob" you let out a small laugh. "thanks guys" you say, giving a sincere smile. "cmon, bring it in" Nobody hesitates to embrace you in a tight hug.

"now what were you sayin about being sober? drinks on me!"

Everyone laughed, except for you, who yelled "sounds good!"

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