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You were walking home from the grocery store, since your car had broken down. You didn't have a lot to get so you were grateful for that. Soda and Steve said they could fix it but it would be a few more days. It was getting dark and you were pretty close to the soc border. You had just passed the movie house when some socs left, tailing you. You tried to blend into the shadows so they wouldn't see you anymore. Bad idea.
They got out of their car and surrounded you. There were six of them, certainly not a fair fight. You slowly put down the groceries and pulled your blade out of your pocket. They started yelling insults and one pushed you down. You stabbed him in the arm, causing him to yell out. It was accidental but you weren't gonna tell them that. One sat on you and if you don't think that hurts your crazy.
"You think your so tough grease, well we're gonna show you how tough you aren't." What? That didn't even make sense.
He took the blade out of your hand and pressed it against your throat. Nothing like having your own weapon used against you. You felt warm blood trickle down your neck, and yelled out for your boyfriend, Darry, and the gang. He covered your mouth with his hand and you bit down hard, drawing blood. He moved his hand and slapped you. Someone stuffed a handkerchief in your mouth, and it tasted nasty. He rested the blade on your temple and pressed down on it, slowly dragging it down your face. You bit down on the handkerchief so they wouldn't hear you yell. Next he sat up some and dragged it across your stomach. It wasn't very deep but you screamed out.
They all got off you and started kicking you. The spat at you, and started to throw your groceries at you, laughing. It's not like the bread hurt or anything but you couldn't say the same thing about the cans. You curled up into a ball trying to protect yourself from their blows. Your pleads for help were drowned out by their laughter. Eventually you gave up, your voice raw and hoarse. The socs stopped, and one got down on his knees and smiled at the sight of you. Your blood, bruises, and tears.
"Where's your boyfriend now?" He said laughing.
"I'm right here." You recognized the voice as Darry's and smiled at the socs fear.
Darry walked over to him and yanked him up by his shirt, punching him in the face. He looked unconscious, but Darry looked like he wasn't done. Darry could kill, you could see it in his eyes. The soc was dropped to the ground when Darry saw the rest of them trying to run. The rest of the gang showed up and helped Darry. It was an all out fight, though the socs were losing badly. Half of them were unconscious, one almost looked dead, and you were scared for Darry. He was close enough to hear you, so you called out for him.
"D-Darry." Your voice was shaky and hoarse, and Darry barely heard it. He came to your side immediately.
"I just wanna go home." He nodded and scooped you up in his arms.
He was careful to not hurt you but you had to bite back a groan. The rest of the gang had stayed back with the socs. You had moved in with Darry the month before so he knew what you meant by "home". He carried you into y'all's (I dunno if that's correct the correct possessive form of y'all sry) room and laid you gently down on the bed. He went to get the first aid kit and started patching you up. Everything ached but Darry did his best to be gentle. Since his hands were so big he had a little trouble at first but he got the hang of it. When he got everything he could see he asked if there was anything else he missed.
"Th-they cut m-my stomach."
It was quiet, and hearing your voice that raw and scratchy made you upset. Upset that they did that to you, and now there was nothing you could do about it. Darry was visibly heartbroken at how fragile you were. You were always so strong willed, everyone thought that you just didn't have a breaking point. His hands gently lifted your shirt, revealing a bloody, pussy, nasty cut from your waist to your ribs. Darry needed to put in stitches, and though he tried his hardest to be careful, his hands were shaking the whole time.
"Darry."
You grabbed his hands and set them down before he could mess anything up.
"Kalee, I'm so sorry. I never should of let you go out by yourself. If I had only been there sooner-" but you cut him off.
"Dar, it's alright. I love you, a-and I'm ok. This, isn't your fault. There was n-nothing anyone could of done. W-what's done is done."
"I know I just, I can't stand seeing you like this. I love you so much that it hurts seeing you like this. I just wish there was something I could do."
"That's the thing. There's nothing y-you can do. But p-please don't worry about me. I-I'm gonna be just fine. I just need a-a little time."
"Hey, I'm supposed to be making you feel better. Not the other way around!" He said smiling.
It was to hard not to smile at him, even if it hurt. He leaned down to kiss you gently, them softly rested his nose on yours.
"Sorry, but you know I still have to stitch you up right?" He said with a frown.
"Yah I-I know. Just get it over with."
He smiled and squeezed your hand softly. He picked up the needle and swiftly stitched up your stomach.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
You smiled and shook your head. He pulled off your shoes and crawled into bed next to you. He gently laid an arm across your stomach and rubbed his finger along your side. You slowly drifted to sleep to the soft hum of Darry's voice.
