I wasn't really paying attention as I saw Dally's father kick him again and again, but eventually I snapped out of my daze.
"Leave him alone!" I shout.
Dally looks up at me with an astonished expression but one that is quickly replaced by fear as his dad turned on me.
"Get away from my son, you freaking(replace with the other word.) slut.
I grab his fathers fist and knee him quickly in the groin which causes him to collapse on the ground.
"You b****." He groaned.
I kick him in the head and put him out cold.
I rush to Dally's side and run my fingers over his ribs.
"Ow no please. " Dally plead.
"Dally, it me." I say running my fingers through his hair.
"Bree?" He said my name like it was redemption.
"Yeah dal I'm right here." I said, as I started to wrap up his ribs.
"I didn't know he shot Soda, please don't be mad." He begged me.
"Dal it's going to be okay." I promised.
I hate to say I lied.
YOU ARE READING
The outsiders
FanfictionAn outsiders fanfiction What do you do when you wake up in 1966 in Oklahoma? You hang with the greasers of corse!!