Ponyboy:
You were laying in bed just as you'd been got almost a week and a half. You hadn't done much or moved much. It was like Pony had stolen your energy and motivation. He'd been calling you everyday but you never answered. You'd told your parents you were sick and couldn't go to school. They didn't pay attention too much and went with it never asking about your bruised cheek. You were planning on just staying in bed for the rest of your life. Then Johnny Cade entered your room. He sat on your bed and you were tempted to roll over and pretend he wasn't there.
"You're going to kill him," Johnny said, making you look at him raised eyebrows. "He won't sleep, won't eat, nothing. I think he's trying to punish himself for what happened. But it's killing him."
"He hit me, Johnny. You of all people should understand what that means," you replied.
"I do (Y/N) believe me I do. But I don't think Pony has ever regretted something more in his life. He's been sick with worry about whether or not your okay. You don't have to forgive him, not right now, but I'm asking you as a friend to at least talk to him. Just let him know your okay. Please? For me?" You sighed but nodded. You reached for the phone by your bed as Johnny got up to leave.
"Stay with me?" You asked. You dialed the number you knew by heart.
"Hello?" Soda answered the phone.
"Hi, Soda," you whispered.
"(Y/N)?" he asked clearly shocked. In the background you could hear a clammer and a someone rushing around. The phone was handed to someone else.
"(Y/N)? Is that you? Are you okay? I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I didn't mean to I swear to god. I'm so sorry. So sorry," Pony was talking very fast and you couldn't deal with it.
"Pony," you said silencing him. "I'm, well, I'm not okay but I'm getting better."
"Do you think I could come over? I really need to see you," Pony said.
"Not today, Pony," you said. You could almost hear him deflate. You sighed for a moment. "But maybe tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow you could come over with some of those milkshakes we used to get and we could talk. How does that sound?"
"Amazing. I'll do whatever you want."
"I want you to know that things aren't okay between us Pony. Not by a long shot. And they won't be okay tomorrow either. But we can start picking up the pieces."
Dallas:
Dallas had a broken nose and a dislocated jaw. Your lip was bruised and you had a throbbing headache. Neither one of you were okay. Dallas wasn't sure what to do anymore. He was hesitant to come by the Matthews house but he had to see you. He was so scared that he'd lost you forever. He knocked quietly on your front door. Two answered the door.
"I fucked up real bad, Two," he said. "She's just so different from any girl I've ever been with. I can't deal with not knowing if she's okay."
"It's not the first time one of her boyfriends has ever hit her, Dallas. She can handle her own. But this is the most messed up she's ever been okay? I don't know if it's a good idea for you to see her," Two said.
"I don't remember giving you the right to speak for me, Keith," you said as you appeared from down the hall way. You were wearing sweatpants and Dally's shirt. You're eyes were bloodshot and Dallas had to cringe when he saw the ugly bruise and swollen lip. "Come in Dallas."
You led him to your room and shut the door quietly. You sat on your bed and looked up at him.
"(Y/N), I don't really know what to say," he started.
"I don't either," you responded. The two of you sat in awkward silence.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I don't know what came over me," He said. "It won't happen again. I promise."
"I've heard those words, so many times. I'm not sure I believe them anymore," you said.
"It makes me sick to think that you've been in this situation so many times that you have to say that. (Y/N), you have no idea how much I hate myself for doing that to you. It was so fucked up."
"I think we're both kind of fucked up," you said, wiping at tears you hadn't realized were falling.
"Which it why I don't think we can let this destroy us. We're both broken and messed up but we're dangerously close to becoming another break up story. And I don't want that. I really don't want that. I love you and I want just one more chance for the both of us to try and figure this out." Dallas came and sat next to you. He put his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.
"I want that too, Dallas. Can we just move real slow?" you asked.
"Whatever you want. Anything at all."
Darry:
The last thing Darry expected to come home to was you in the kitchen cooking dinner. Pony and Soda were sitting around the kitchen table talking quietly. HE shut the door alerting everyone to his arrival. Pony and Soda shut up and moved out of the room. You didn't look over at him, instead you kept your eyes locked on the stove.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. You looked up and finally he could see the tears in your eyes.
"To be honest, I don't really know. What am I doing here, Darry?" you asked. When you looked at him he finally could see the sickening bruise on your cheek. "Because I'm really lost right now, Darry and I have no idea what to do."
Darry shook his head and pulled you into his chest as the first sob broke out. H just held you as close as he could and let you cry it out. He didn't realize that he was muttering 'I'm sorry' until you looked up at him.
"It's not okay, but I think we can maybe work through this," you said. Darry pressed a kiss to your forehead and thanked every god he could think of for blessing him with you.
Soda:
When Soda woke up the next morning hungover and Johnny was already waiting for him. You had found him in the lot last night and told him everything. He was livid and had wanted to go to the Curtis household and beat the shit out of Soda but you'd talked him out of it.
"Hey, Johnnycake, what's up?" Soda asked sleepily as he wiped at his eyes.
"I could kill you," Johnny said. "I really could."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Do you really not remember last night? Were you that drunk? That's not like you Soda."
"I'm not understanding Johnny. What happened last night? Did I do something?"
"You hit (Y/N)," Johnny said. That sent shivers down Soda's spine. He didn't want to believe Johnny but the seriousness in his eyes told him he was telling the truth.
"Where is she? I have to talk to her," Soda said sitting up and throwing on clothes as fast as he could.
"I shouldn't tell you this but she's in the lot," Johnny said. Soda booked it out of there before Johnny really finished the sentence.
You were shivering and miserable. Rain started to pour from the sky and you couldn't help but be reminded of the night you met Soda. You felt like you were going in circles.
"I am the worst person in the world," A voice said and you turned back to see Soda standing there soaked to the bone.
"Yeah. You are," you said, turning away from him.
"I'm sorry," he said coming around to stand in front of you.
"Is that supposed to make a difference?"
"I made a huge mistake, (Y/N). I'm not sure how to make this right."
"I don't know either. I honestly don't know what to do or how I'm supposed to act. How am I supposed to be in love with a guy that gets drunk and hits me? How can I stay with him or forgive him?"
"I can't lose you, (Y/N). That would ruin me." You couldn't tell what were tears and what were rain drops.
"I think that's what scares me the most. That I know losing you would kill me too. That even after something so fucked up, I couldn't imagine life without you," you said.
"Then don't. I'm so sorry, (Y/N). Just give me one more chance. Let me spend the rest of our lives making it up to you."
You nodded. Soda pressed his forehead to yours and kissed you as softly as he could.
Steve:
The gang had all decided to go swimming. Pony and Johnny had insisted you come along even though you just wanted to hide. It had been two days since you and Steve broke up and you weren't sure yo were up to anything today. But you forced yourself to go anyway.
"Just come in!" Pony shouted from the edge of the pool. You shook your head and pulled your cardigan tighter around your body. The long sleeves were miserable but you had to hide the bruise on your arm.
"I don't feel like swimming much," you said. You glanced across the pool to where Soda and Steve were horsing around.
"Aren't you roasting in that sweater, though? It's like a billion degrees out here," Johnny said as he came up beside you and tugged on the sleeve. You shrugged. Pony pulled himself out of the pool and came closer to you. "You've been acting funny all day, (Y/N). Is this because Steve's here?"
"I just don't feel too well," you said as you started to sweat even more. You became light headed and dizzy.
"I think you need to take the sweater off. You don't look well. I think you might be overheating," Pony said. You shook your head and that only made things worse. Your vision started to blur around the edges and you couldn't think anymore. Your head was pounding. You couldn't even process what Pony and Johnny were saying anymore. It didn't matter much what they were saying because you lost consciousness a moment later.
Steve heard Johnny and Pony shouting for help. His stomach dropped when he saw you unconscious on the ground. He started to rush towards you without thinking. Pony tore off the cardigan you were wearing and Steve was sure he was going to throw up when he saw the blackish blue bruise shaped like a hand on your arm. He had caused that. It took them awhile to cool you down and get yo to come around. They took you to the Curtis house but before Steve could come in Pony stopped him.
"What the fuck is on her arm?" he hissed.
"That's none of your business, Pony. Now, I need to see (Y/N)," Steve replied.
"I don't think so," Johnny said as he came out of the house.
"You don't have to protect me," you said as you were leaning on the door frame. "Can we have a minute?"
They were hesitant to leave but you gave them a leading look and they left you two alone.
"How did we get to this?" Steve asked as he collapsed on the porch swing. "We were going so well and I thought for sure you were going to be the girl I married."
"Kind of funny how life falls apart so quickly," you said sitting next to him.
"I'm sorry about your arm. I never ever wanted to hurt you," Steve said. The pair of you sat in silence for a long time before Steve spoke, "Do you think we could start over? Wipe the slate clean?"
You nodded, and stuck out your hand.
"Hi, I'm (Y/N)," you said.
"Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I'm Steve."
Johnny:
"So Johnnycakes, we saw (Y/N) walking out of the clinic today," Two said with a smile. Dallas followed up behind him with an equally evil smile.
"Are we going to being hearing the pitter patter of tiny feet soon?" Dallas asked.
"No!" Johnny answered quickly with a blush on his cheeks. "No, I don't think so at least."
"What are we talking about?" you asked as you came up beside Johnny. You pecked him on the cheek and smiled.
"Why were you walking out of the clinic this morning, (Y/N)? And what happened to your face?" Two asked. You blushed and tried to hide the bruise on your nose.
"Well, it's kind of a funny story," Johnny started.
"You'll have to enlighten us then, if it's such a funny story," Dallas said. The pair of you blushed even more and you muttered something. "What was that?"
You spoke really quickly then and hoped that they would understand.
"Come again?" Two asked.
"The condom got stuck inside me and I had to go get it removed!" you snapped. The both of them both cracked up laughing.
"Everything go okay, though?" Johnny decided to whisper while they were laughing.
"Yeah but uhh they said no sex for a little while just to be safe," you said nodding.
"Good. I'm glad your okay," Johnny said kissing your forehead.
"We have to tell the rest of the gang!" Two cried before taking off running. Dallas followed him shortly.
"Think we can just avoid the rest of the gang forever?" you asked.
"Not even if we tried."
Two-Bit:
You must have fallen asleep in the bathtub because you were woken up by the sound of pounding on the door.
"Go away Two!" You shouted.
"It's not Two," the voice of his little sister called out. "Can I come in? I need to pee!"
You heaved yourself up out of the bathtub and opened the door so she could come in.
"What happened to your face?" She asked. Your hand rose to your cheek. "Did my brother do that?"
"It's complicated, sweetie," you said unsure how to explain this to her.
"I'll go beat him up! Would that make everything better?" You shook your head.
"No honey. Violence doesn't solve violence."
"Well did he at least say sorry?"
"Yes. He did. Many times."
"So why are you still mad at him?" She asked putting her hands on her hips. You giggled at her serious expression. "Saying sorry makes everything better, right?"
"Sort of. It's hard to explain," you said crouching down to her level.
"He's really sad now. Will you go talk to him?"she asked giving you get famous puppy dog look. You nodded and hugged her tightly. You stood up and went out into the living room where Two was hunched over clearly crying.
"If you ever do that again I will leave you. No second chance nothing. I'm dead serious," you said shocking him out of his thoughts. It took him a moment to realize what you said but when he did he was on his feet and hugging you as tightly as he could.
"Never again baby. Never again."
A/N: So domestic violence is still never okay! Also these preferences get so much attention but my Avengers ones don't really. Could you all maybe check them out? It'd mean a lot to me!
