Oh my gosh! I'm SO sorry I was going through some of my stories and I saw there's nothing here! But I had votes on it, so I'm not sure what happened. So here's the story
Rose POV
I've had a crush on Ponyboy for the longest time, but of course he never knew. My name is Rose Mathews and I'm fourteen. I have elbow length black hair and green eyes. My skins a little tan but being outside most of my life hasn't done too much for me unfortunately. Since my older brother Two-Bit is EXTREMELY overprotective, I doubt I'll ever be able to date. I was so distracted by my thoughts that I hardly noticed that a car was trailing me. "Hey, grease ball!" I shuddered. Ever since Johnny got jumped a little while ago they just seem to give me the heebie-jeebies. I didn't know what to do so I quickened my pace and ignored them. Bad idea. The next thing I know, I'm on the ground with at least five socs over me. It would be a lie to say I wasn't scared to death.
"Now what's a little loser like you doing walking on her lonesome?" One asked.
I didn't answer. I mean, what would I of said? Then they got real mad. I saw one of the guys, David I think, pull out a blade. Well phooey, this ain't gonna end well. I started yelling for help. They realized that we were on our turf and someone would come soon if they didn't shut me up. They stuffed a foul smelling handkerchief in my mouth. "Hey now, you don't want any more trouble than you've already got coming now do ya?" They asked in a sinister tone that gave me goosebumps. I shook my head no, thinking it would be better than not answering them again.
"We're gonna do you a favor grease, were gonna give you a haircut. Where should we start it? How about right here?" He evilly stated. I winced as I felt warm liquid run down my temple as he pressed the blade to my forehead. "Or maybe, right here!" He cackled. I thought I was scared before, but when the cold blade was pressed to my throat, I could only think of Johnny.
How he looked after the beating he got from the socs, how he was just there. It was hard to tell if he was alive or not. Just seeing his face was enough to scar you. Sure we've seen him after beatings from his old man but this was something we've never seen before. I wondered how long it would be before someone found me. It couldn't be to long, I thought, trying to comfort myself. "I mean, after all, I'm not to far from the Curtis household so I'd be found soon enough. I snapped back to reality when I heard rapid footsteps.
"Hey get off her!"
It was the gang! I knew they'd find me eventually.
"And what if we don't?" Oh shoot. I was this close!
"You don't want to find out." Someone snarled. Probably Dally.
"Well, we ain't done with her yet, and if you take a step closer, I swear, I'll stab her." I felt myself pale and my eyes grow the size of saucers. It was as if the gang tensed up to. Of course they'd never show it, but the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. What happened next moved so fast that it was to hard to comprehend everything.
All I remember was pain. So much pain. I screamed out in agony as I felt blood trickle down my leg. I guess it wasn't an empty threat about finishing me of. Two-Bit, Pony, and Soda were the last faces I saw before passing out cold.
