Soulmate UA: The Outsiders, Dally Winston

Chapter Three- Injured

"Shit. Ow. Fuck."

"Luce, I know you're hurting right now, but please try to refrain from yelling in my ear."

"Sorry, Two-bit, but when you just got your ankle twisted I think you'd understand."

"I will not hesitate to let you go right now." Two-bit threatened.

"Let's just focus on getting all of us home, okay?" Sodapop chimed in.

If you're wondering what happened, let's review. Basically, Sodapop, Two-bit and I were forced into a fight by a gang of five Socs. Two-bit left almost unscathed, a few minor scratches and bruises here and there, thanks to the broken beer bottle he had made as a weapon.

Sodapop wasn't so lucky, as he was left with a black eye and a somewhat sprained wrist. He got some really good punches in.

In my case, I managed to twist my ankle, or at the very least sprain it really badly. I had some bruises and scratches as well. I could say that that Soc and I were even, because he yelled pretty loudly when I kicked him.

Anyway, the fight ended pretty quickly after the stupid guy twisted my ankle, we heard police sirens and the Socs fled the scene. Luckily the police were heading for another part of town, so now Two-bit and Soda were both helping me walk to the Curtis house with them.

"How much longer do we have?" Two-bit grunted.

"You've been on this street like 500 times before, Keith." Soda chastised. "And just one more block."

"It's so far." I whined. "This really hurts."

All of a sudden I felt a hand wobbling precariously on my right shoulder and before I knew it Two-Bit tumbled to the floor. At the same moment I realized he fell, my injured foot came crashing down with the pavement and I cried out in pain.

I was yelling out a string of profanities in my head as tears immediately started streaming down my face. "Ow," I whimpered.

"Shit, Luce are you okay?" I heard Sodapop ask.

"Ow," I said again while nodding my head to the side furiously. 

Great, here I was lying in the middle of the dirty pavement crying and only capable of saying one word while looking like a pathetic maniac.

Sodapop took in a breath and in one swift motion, carried my frame to his house for the remaining minute to his home. 

I could hear Two-bit's footsteps dragging behind us as we got away further from him every second. Poor him, he just probably scraped his knee and now we were running away from him.

When we approached the outside of Soda's home I could immediately tell the gang was in there, the loud voices emanating from there gave it away immediately.

Just my luck, really, because here I was, the girl that caused an argument earlier and now was playing victim in their house, lovely.

"Do we have to go in there?" I asked quietly to Soda.

"What do you mean? Of course we do." Soda replied, not getting the meaning behind my question.

Soda continued to carry me up the porch steps and as we opened up the door, a burning sense of embarrassment started making its home inside my stomach.