𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Four.

(T.W. Assault)

SEPTEMBER 3O, 1966

THE BAR BECAME MOIST FROM ALL THE SWEATY PARTYGOERS, no opened spot on the dance floor was available which left Felicity to sit alone at the bar. She hated that it was her last resort, alcohol made her think about her father and the odds of him showing up despite promising to cut out alcohol.

It was a last minute party at Buck's that Two-bit dragged her to, she had nothing better to do on that Friday night and was not willing to stay home with her parents.

Felicity played with the thin black straw in her Coke, her chin sitting on top of her palm against the surface of the bar. Buck didn't mind the loitering, he was fond of Felicity and seemed to have some care for her after seeing her father here every Friday night, in the same spot she sat in. However, she didn't need to know that.

"Refill?" Buck's loud offer aims at Felicity.

She jumped in her seat, looking at him then back at the cup that was nearly empty. "Oh, yes please."

"You got it." He nodded with a grin.

Felicity turned her stool around to look at the crowd, where the people found humping and grinding in public appropriate. She feels one's presence move towards her— Sodapop.

"Hi, Soda."

"Your soda!" Buck chimes in, sliding her drink to her.

"Thank you." Felicity laughed at the coincidence.

"Two-bit dragged you here, didn't he?" Sodapop assumed.

She nodded proudly but didn't feel it, "Just didn't want to be home, you know."

"I get it." No he didn't. "House gets too boring for me from time to time, just gotta get out." Wrong. "Darry would've made me stay home to baby sit Pony if I didn't come tonight."

Her fake scoff exposed itself, "Thought Darry was off tonight?"

"He is but he didn't want to be stuck with Pony on his night off, it would be like the last kid to get picked up at the daycare." Sodapop shrugged.

"There you guys are!" Two-bit shrieked, as if he had not left Felicity at the bar twenty minutes ago to hangout with his girlfriend.

"Here we are." Felicity adds on before pursing her lips.

Her eyes focus on the open beer bottle in Two-bit's hand, how it was nearly empty and it wasn't even close to being his first beer. People drinking a lot around her made her feel ill, sometimes overstimulated if it was her own father.

She didn't want to walk away from her friends otherwise she'd be joining the crowd of those who were a mix of high and drunk. Felicity remained seated in the stool.

In the corner of her eye she could feel someone's eyes darting at her. When she went to turn to where the unwanted attention was coming from, she saw Dallas standing by the wall with Sylvia Rodman making out with him. It felt weird that he was looking at her while kissing Sylvia, it also made her uncomfortable that she even caught a glimpse of the two.

Felicity removed her sight from them, Dallas was no longer looking but he had broken away from the kiss. He instead had Sylvia turn around with his arms around her waist, he wanted nothing to do with her at all but kept her around to fulfill his lustrous demands.

More time came but Felicity couldn't shake off this weird feeling in her, something she couldn't identify herself. She excuses herself from Sodapop who still stuck around her for company.

Felicity walks out of the building with her fingers digging through the pockets of her jeans. They pull out her camel lights, one picking out a stick from the pack.

The stick dangles from her lips as she struggles to keep the light away from the breeze. Just then, a flame appears right in front of her face, Felicity leans towards the flame to light up her cigarette. She looked over to see who had offer it— it was no one she had seen before.

She removes the cigarette from her lips and lets out the cloud of smoke, "Thank you..."

"Simon, Simon Donnell." He informed her.

"Thank you, Simon Donnell." Felicity laughs, discomfort hidden in her tone.

"What are you doing out here all alone at soc o'clock?" Simon questioned her.

Felicity shrugged after blowing another one out, "Had to get out of there, got too cramped."

"I understand." Simon nodded. "What do you say, we go for a drive in my car?"

He pointed at the rusted Buick.

Felicity noticed a smirk on his face, a smirk that did not show any good intentions. She had been trapped in the midst of finding excuses to not go and the reasons as to why she should go.

Can't.

Have to head back to my friends.

Don't know you too well to go.

"I can't, my friends are probably looking for me."

Simon snaked his arm around her shoulder and rotated his head everywhere, "I don't see them."

"Inside, they're probably looking for me inside." Felicity adds on, escaping from his hold.

"Oh come on, it will be fun." Simon begged.

His hands were all on her, trying to get a hold of her to keep her in his arms. Felicity shuffled away from him but never got away.

"Simon, I just really need to head back." Her voice began to shake.

"Oh you don't wanna." Simon whined.

His hands lowered down in her body, from her waist to her hips.

"Please just stop." Felicity's tears came down.

"Why don't you stop wimping out and come with me." Aggression in his voice was a new flavor.

His grasp on her was too strong, he brought her closer to where he got to put his lips on her. Felicity attempts to fight him off of her but her arms were squished in between them. His lips trailed further down to her neck and to her collarbones.

Felicity takes the butt of her cigarettes, branding it into Simon's exposed neck. He lets out a blood curling scream from the burn, then taking his backhand to hit Felicity right across the face— sending her to the ground.

A wave of people were coming out of Buck's, interested in seeing what had just happened. Then came the friends of Felicity's, running towards Simon who was cornered in the middle of the open driveway of the bar.

"Oh now you got all the men who gang bang you every night, huh?" Simon taunted at Felicity who had gotten up with the help of Sodapop.

"Watch your next words, freak." Two-bit threatened.

"Or what, short stuff." Simon retorted with his eyes narrowing down on Two-bit.

"Oh fuck this." Dallas scoffed.

His right fist connects with Simon's noise, sending him backwards just like Felicity. Dallas gets on Simon with multiple punches thrown at his face. It did not mean Simon didn't fight back, he did— grabbing Dallas' collars to send him to the ground.

They went at it with their fists until Buck intervened. Simon gets up with his face all bloody, nose crooked. Dallas won fair and square with just a bloody nose and busted knuckles.

Felicity and Sodapop began walking away from the bar, with Felicity turning her head to see Dallas who wasn't paying attention but was receiving feedback from the partygoers.

Why would he do that?

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