𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|TWO|💥

THEY HAD ME down in just a second, one holding my arms above my head, two others holding each of my legs while the Soc who I spit at had his knee pressed into my chest. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling at my roots hard enough that my head started to ache.

I swore at him through breaths of air, kicking all my limbs, trying my hardest to get free. All that did was get me punched in the face a few times, each hit harder than the last. I could taste the blood in my mouth. What made my heart drop was when I heard Ponyboy scream my name. I look over to see him on the ground on his stomach, a Soc holding Ponyboy's hands behind him, the Soc's knee pressed into Ponyboy's back so he couldn't move while the other held his reddish brown hair roughly, a knife pressed to his throat.

"Let him go!" I bellow struggling against the hands restraining me again, another punch lands on my face before a handkerchief is shoved into my mouth, muffling my yells.

"How'd you like that haircut to begin just below the chin?" The Soc holding the knife to Ponyboy's throat hums, his eyes on Ponyboy. I tried fighting more but my body wouldn't do it, physically too tired to go on.

Ponyboy freaks out as he wiggles around, screaming for Darry and Sodapop. I felt powerless. I watched as the Soc behind Ponyboy slapped his hand over Ponyboy's mouth. Ponyboy bites down hard enough for the Soc to move his hand and scream as Ponyboy starts yelling our brothers' names again. "Shut him up for Pete's sake! Shut him up!" The Soc above me barks.

A handkerchief is stuffed in Ponyboy's mouth, muffling his yells. The Soc above me gets close to my face, his eyes roaming my face as he licks his lips. "You know, you're not too bad of a lookin' broad for a greaser." He whispers with a sick smile.

My eyes harden and he loses his grip on my hair for just a second. That was all I needed to pick my head up and hit him with my head. He lets out a snarl as he grabs his nose with his free hand. "You stupid skank!" He snarls. He picks my head up and slams it down on the hard concrete, punching me again. It felt like gunshots were going off in my head as my vision blurred.

I heard shouts and the pounding of feet against concrete before the weight of the Soc and the bruising grip of the Socs holding me down disappeared.

"Angela? Angela, are you alright?" I felt someone grab me from my underarms and yank me up. I was dizzier on my feet causing me to cling to whoever pulled me up.

I blink once. Twice. Then my vision clears and I see the concerned eyes of my twin brother. "They did you a good one, huh, Angie," Soda says.

I don't respond, turning my head and spitting out the blood that was in my mouth, the crimson color painting the concrete.

My eyes wander to my oldest and youngest brothers. Ponyboy had a cut on the side of his head and I stumbled over to him, pulling him into a hug "Are you okay, Pony?" I ask him, leaning most of my body weight on him. I did this because my legs wouldn't support all of my body weight not to be funny like last time.

"I'm fine." He assures me, I pull away and search his eyes, and I can see he isn't fine at all. He was scared and for good reason, he was only 14. I frown and use the sleeve of my shirt to wipe away the blood from his head.

"Angela," I hear the stern voice of Darry and I huff. I move away from Ponyboy, Sodapop taking my place beside him. I stumble to Darry who had his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, a scowl on his face. I lean against the wall making myself as tall as I could without getting more dizzy.

His hard face softens, only slightly, "What were you thinking, going out without a switchblade?" His voice stayed tougher than nails.

"I just forgot, things happen, the good thing is no one got seriously hurt." I try reasoning.