Yellow, Pink, and Orange

Chapter 4

The cold wind of the night air shocked my body. To my surprise, I did not feel the expected cold air brush against my lower half. Bob and the others probably covered me up in case anyone found me. I would like to think that Bob still had the decency to leave me with the little pride that I had left. Even though I knew that that thought was not the case. He might have also feared that I would snitch on him and the others, and believe me if I had an ounce of self respect, I would. Lucky for them though, I don't. I don't want to ruin their "perfect" reputation.

I was still in a state of unconsciousness when I heard faint sounds of voices.
My pounding heart started to beat even faster, as my hope to be rescued became greater.

"Johnny," said the voice as multiple pairs of feet came rushing to my aid. I know that voice.

Finally.

"Sodapop?" My throat was sore and my voice was raspy. Sodapop tried to lift me up and support me, but my whole lower body felt numb. I could see all the anger and hurt on the rest of the gangs faces, through my cloudy vision. The expression that stood out to me the most though, was the one on Dallas's face. The cold hard Dallas Winston, the one that would never back down in a fight no matter what, the one who thought going to the cooler was having fun, the one I loved and adored. I have never seen him look that way. It was weird, yet I liked it.

I started to tell them everything that happened, but making sure to leave out certain parts that I didn't want to talk about. What if they made fun of me and they were the ones who finally beat me to death. Not my parents, not Socs, not random guys on the street, but my own friends. 

They dragged me back to the Curtis house. After fixing me up, they tried to get more info out of me, but I just said what I wanted. Dally was the most pushy out of all of them. He would curse and threaten to beat up whoever did it. It was nice to know that the guys truly cared about me. I'm just not sure if they would still feel the same way if I were to tell them the truth.

For the rest of the night I laid in Darry's bed. He was nice enough to offer it to me, but even after I declined he still insisted.

Now everything is different and not a good different.