Life in The Outsiders Imagine

Gone Girl

I wake to chilly cold air, and the smell of wood. It's completely dark, except for a single hanging lightbulb above. Where am I? What's going on? My head spins, and I feel a burning pain on my forehead. I sit there, thinking again, trying to remember everything. The Socs. They were going to beat Johnny up. I had to save him... Did he get away? My mind flashes back to seeing him run, his blue jean jacket becoming dimmer in the night. I remember our conversation earlier. Oh no... Johnny. I told him I'd always be there. I have to be! I was the first family he's had in forever. He's so fragile... And Dallas. I told him that I'd never leave. I told Dally he could open up to me, and never regret it, because he'd never lose me. I have to get back to them, to tell them I'm ok. 

It's so cold in here. It feels like I can feel the cold fingers of a ghost brushing its fingers over my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I sigh, leaning my cheek against my hand. That immediately causes me to feel a bruise on my cheek. Ugh. I remember one more thing. The Socs took me because they were sick of me helping the gang, but also because of... My mind flashes back:

"Yeah, that oughta teach her boyfriend a lesson..."

Oh my! Dallas...What did you do? Whatever it is, I'll be there for you.

Sorry for switch POV again, but this is third person again. 

Back after Violet was taken... 

Johnny ran away. He ran away as fast as he can. He wanted to stay and help his sister, but she told him to run, and he didn't want to put her help to waste. Besides, Violet could take care of herself. She'll probably just be back tomorrow, he thought to himself. Yeah, don't worry... Don't worry... Breathe... Violet will be back soon, saying how she took out four guys alone. It'll be ok.

He ran to the Curtis house, telling the boys about what happened. It was already 8 o clock on a Friday night. 

"She's WHAT?" yelled Dally. He had just walked in right before Johnny started telling the gang what happened in full detail, describing what the Socs look like and everything.

"Good thing you got out of there Johnnycake, they probably would've gotten you too," said Two-Bit, being oddly serious. 

"Good ol' Violet, always standing up for us," said Darry. "Hope she's ok."

Ponyboy just stood there, looking around. Cara was over at the Curtis house too. She exchanged glances with Ponyboy, green eyes wide. 

"Yeah, and standing up for us is gonna get her killed one day. Darry, she's in trouble," said Dally. He exhaled a sigh of frustration, and lit a cigarette. "Today I wasn't at school because I had to deal with those Socs."

"What? Why Dal?" asked Johnny.

"The main guy, the uh, blond one. Eric. I jumped his younger brother, Thomas, about a week ago. Didn't think much of it. But Eric told me I'd pay. Didn't believe him. Nothing happened."

The rest of the gang seemed to lean forward in anticipation.

"Then, I robbed a little store a few days later. Thomas and Eric's father run that store. He acted like I was supposed to know that. Eric saw me get away. He tried to yell for help, but I knocked him out cold. I didn't know! Not the first time I've stolen a bit from that place. I didn't know that they'd do this. Eric came up to me again, saying I'd pay. He said that their store was in danger of shutting down, and I said I didn't care one bit."

He looked down at his feet, the guilt starting to wash over him like an ocean wave threatening to drown you. "I didn't know. And now, look. Glory, I didn't know that..." He swallowed, and looked with pleading eyes over at Johnny, then suddenly hugged him. "You were with her. They know who I hang out with. They wanted to take both of you. Thank god they didn't get you too. We would've had a much harder time figuring it out, or even figuring out that she was missing."

"Wait, I think this is what they want," said Steve. "They let him get away! They want us to know she's gone! They could've tried harder to take him, but they didn't, for a reason."

"Guys, maybe she'll come back. Maybe she'll fight em off, and return home," suggested Soda. "Isn't that what we'd expect her to do?" 

"I don't know man..." said Dally. He rubbed his forehead. "That's it, I'm going now. I'm gonna find her. I'll be back tomorrow to see if she returned, but I'm heading out now." 

"Dally, what if you call the cops?" Pony asked.

"I don't want to call the cops. Greasers take care of things their own way. Besides, that would just get me in trouble. Don't worry, she'll be fine. Socs don't kill anyone." He hurried out the door.

Johnny ran out after him. "Dally, wait!"

"No Johnny," he responded sternly. "You ain't coming. They'd get you. It's my fault she's in this mess, anyway. Just stay here. I don't want to see another person get hurt for no reason." 

"But Dally," Johnny started.

"No, Johnny. Just no." Dally turned to walk down the street.

"She's my sister!" Johnny yelled.

"But she wouldn't want you to go. She'd want you to be safe. So do I." 

Johnny looked around, like he was expecting something to happen. "Fine, I'll stay. Just-just tell me if you find her ok? Bring her back. If she really is gone."

"Of course, Johnny. Don't you worry. It's my business to find her."

Johnny went back in the house.

"I guess that's that then," said Pony. "I hope she's ok." 

Back to first person this present morning...

I don't know how long I've been in this prison. It feels like I'm trapped in a horror movie. I must be in the cellar. The wooden door creaks open. "Who is that?" I ask. The Soc from last night comes down the stairs. 

"YOU..." I growl angrily.

"I'm Eric, nice to meet you." He smirks. "If you're wondering why you're here, its because your dumb boyfriend, Dallas Winston decided to beat up my little brother AND on top of that, steal from my dad's almost failing store."

"What do you want?" I ask meanly, making sure my voice doesn't sound weak or scared at all.

"Oh, nothing really. Just to show Dallas Winston that he can't get whatever he wants." Eric steps closer, pulling out a switchblade. "I'm sorry you had to be involved, but he really cares about you. That other boy you were with too." He pulls my face close to his, and puts the blade up against my cheek. Against my bruise. 

"What's his name? Johnny?" He asks as he begins to cut my skin. I scream and scream, hoping someone will help. 

He stops cutting briefly. "Don't bother. My parents and brother approve, and this house is so big that nobody else nearby will be able to hear you." The knife sinks back in. A warm stream of blood runs down my face.

"Don't think you saved that boy. We let him go. We let him go so that way he could tell all your friends.  It's not you we want, it's your boyfriend. My friends will be here soon." He looks back up the stairway for a second, then his light brown eyes look back into mine. He moves closer to my face, and takes the knife away. "You won't always be able to save those boys. You won't always be able to keep them out of trouble, you know. You won't always be able to do anything for them. Don't make promises you can't keep." He pushed me back and stood up. I stood back up, blood streaming down, mixing with tears. How could he say that? I'm trying to not let it get to me. He's only saying that to be mean, but I can't help it. I had my worries about the gang. That I'd never be able to fit in, or protect them, or be good enough to truly be a part of them. I just want to protect them.

I punch him in the face, knocking him down. "And you think greasers are the ones that are bad," I say. 

He gets up without a word, spits in my face, then walks out, leaving me with blood running down my face.