The outsiders messages 2

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September 23rd

Dally's POV.

    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. My mind is blank, and my eyes are wide. The only thing i see is Curly's smiling face, and i feel is hot breath on my neck, dripping with alcohol.
"This is why you don't fuck with Curly Shepard" he hisses. Everything is blurry, and my body is on fire as he pushes the switch blade deeper into my side under my ribs. 
       I stumble as he loosens his grip on me, his face is pretty bad from a few swings i got in, but no pain can compare to this one. My side is burning, and blood is seeping on the carpet.
  At least they did it in my own home, so if i die i can die here.
I sit down on the floor, and watch them tear apart my apartment before leaving. Curly smirks and winks before walking out the door. I pull the knife out, resulting in way more blood. I lazily take my shirt off and press it hard to the wound. I put on a a jacket and walk out of the door.
I couldn't go to the hospital, and i sure as hell needed help. I could go to the Curtis's house, but Darry would probably laugh and tell me i deserve it. I clutch my side and walk, trying to stop the bleeding and not make it noticeable that i was just stabbed and possibly dying.

     Soon enough i find myself at the door of Grace and Elena's apartment. Grace is the only one in this cruel fucking world who gave a shit about me, so if i was gonna die i would wanna be with her. I knock, and clutch my side, hiding the pain and blood.

ELENA's POV.

Johnny: There's blood and there's lots of it.

My heart drops at the text. My mind reels with what could have happened, and i couldn't stop thinking if he was okay or not. A knock interrupts my thoughts, making me jump. It was probably Grace who forgot her keys or something.
"Come in" i yell from the living room, getting up to greet who i thought was grace. I drop my phone at the sight of Dally, in a leather jacket and looks beat up. I stay far from him, he stands in the hallway against the wall, looking at the floor.
"W-where's grace" he stammers. he looked hurt, should i call someone.
"Are you hurt?" i ask stepping towards him slowly. Beads of sweat are forming on his forehead, and his hair is wet.
"Why the fuck is it so hot in here!" he yells, taking his hand out from under his jacket to wipe his face, and then i notice the blood.
"Oops" he says smiling, as he collapse against the wall.
"Oh my god!" i scream and i run over to him. He flinches at my touch but i didn't care. i tore his jacket off and almost gagged at the sight. A perfect slit pierced his skin, in between two ribs. It looked deep, and was bleeding a lot. He smiles at me, and grimaces with pain.
"We need to get you to a hospital!" i exclaim reaching to grab my phone, he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him.
"No. Too many questions" he says lazily.
"Then what the hell should i do?!" i reply loudly.
"I dunno, kiss it better" Dally says painfully. Even in his worst moment, and horrible pain he was still flirting. This boy was unbelievable.
"Call grace, she can stitch me up. She's done it before" he says, closing his eyes.
"Don't you dare do that" i say angrily, shaking his eyes open.
"Do what?" he says.
"Sleep, because if you do you won't wake up" i say, tears stinging my eyes.
"Give me a reason to stay" he says, his eyes were wild and his face was cold. I leaned over and kissed him, hard. He's surprised but hides it and kisses back. Our lips dance against each other, and my heart pounds. i forget about Darry, about what dally did to me and i focus on his lips, like they were my lifeline. When pull away i realize that Dallas Winston was my life line.
I grab my phone and call grace, waiting for her to answer.
"I'm sorry. about what i said i didn't mean none of it" he whispers.
"i know you didn't. just please don't die" i say, as grace answers the phone.
"Hello?" Grace sings into the phone.
"Our apartment, Dally's here. He got stabbed and he's bleeding a lot and won't go to the hospital. He says you can stitch him up" I say, starting to cry.
"Oh my fucking god. Are you joking?" Grace says, anxiety dripping from her words.
"I wish i was, there's so much blood please hurry" i say as she hangs up. Dally starts to close his eyes and i kiss his forehead.
"Darry is so much better then me. I'm happy that you're happy" he whispers. I shake my head and he wipes the tears from my face. Darry calls me, and tells me what to do with Dally until they all get there. I get up and help him over to the kitchen, and lay him out on the table like Darry had instructed. He holds my hand as the gang busts in the door, Grace in the front.

Hours later, the screaming is over. Dally and Grace are in the kitchen, and i her her soothing voice calm him down as she cleans up her stitch job. The rest of us are out in the living room, and darry's arm is around me. I feel horrible, like i could throw up. I never cheated on anyone, but i knew how it felt. Darry didn't deserve that, and as much as i want to regret it, i don't.
I love darry. I do, but god damnit is my heart still stuck on Dallas Winston.

Grace comes out a little later, she's an anxious mess. She walks over to Soda and he holds her tightly, kissing her shoulder. I smile at her and she smiles back, letting me know silently that he was okay. I nod and curl up against Darry listening to the rhythm of his breathing, and replaying what just happened in my head. I was sitting there in the arms of a boy i knew i could love, but i couldn't because something was in the way. And that something was laying on my kitchen table, swearing violently and smoking a cigarette.