The Outsiders One-Shot

Dallas

@Missey101 hope you like it!!

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Your POV

Hi my name is Emily! I'm 16 years old. I have brown hair and blue eyes. I'm book smart and street smart. I'm kind of a bad girl. I wear a leather jacket all the time. I keep a blade on me 24/7. And I've been arrested a time or two. My big brother is Steve Randle. And my boyfriend is Dallas Winston. Gotta have a bad boy for a bad girl💋

I love fighting. It's my thing. So of course when a couple of Soc girls invited me to come to the lot to fight I accepted. It's just suppose to be two or three girls. And they're socs, they can't fight. I got this. But of course I'm not telling Steve or Dally.

I met them at the lot. It was just three. No big deal. We started fighting and I was winning, as usual. I was throwing punches left and right. They barely got one in. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my side. It was a blade. Another girl was waiting and came behind me and stabbed me. She twisted the blade in me. I fell to my knees in pain. She pushed it in farther. I screamed. I couldn't hold it in. I was starting to black out because of the pain. I heard yelling amd running. The girls left.

"Emily! Are you okay?!" It was Dally.
"Yeah yeah. I'm fine." I tried to stand up but I couldn't.
"Woah. I gotcha." He picked me up.
"Dally I'm fine. I can walk."
"Uh huh." He ignored me and ran to the Curtis house.
"Geez how stupid can you be? Going to a rumble alone." He said. I didn't respond. I just rested my head on his arm. He sighed and ran faster.

He burst in the Curtis door.
"What happened?!" Steve asked.
"She went to a rumble alone. A girl stabbed her." Dally explained and laid me on the couch. Steve cut my shirt to reveal the wound.
"Darry bring some stuff to clean this will ya?" Dally asked.
"Sure Dal." Darry went to get the first aid kit, alcohol, and towels.

Steve applied pressure.
"Watch it." I winced.
"Bite this." Steve handed me his belt.
"Why?" I asked. Then he poured the alcohol on and I understood. It stung really bad. I bit the leather belt and squeezed Dally's hand.
"Sorry. This is what happens when you act stupid." Steve said.
"Shut up and clean it" I spat. He rolled his eyes. He put some triple anti-botics on it and put on a band-aid.

I rested my head on Dally's shoulder. It was late. Steve was asleep on the couch, the Curtis's were in bed, and Two-bit went to get drunk.
"You scared me today." Dally said playing with my hair.
"The Dallas Winston was scared?"
"Yeah. I do have a heart. It's slightly black but there. I thought I lost you."
"It's just a stab wound."
"Yeah but still. It could've been worse. It could've been a gun. Don't go off like that anymore."
"Fine."
"Thanks."
"But you can't either. You scare me all the time." I told him.
"Ok. Deal." He kissed me.
"Deal." I smiled.