The Outsiders: A Girl in the Gang

Chapter 11

Note to Readers: Sorry this one is kind of short, but I had to leave it at a cliffhanger for you. ;)  Please comment and tell me what you think of this story so far.

         I stepped closer to get a better look, and decided this was the perfect guy to beat up and let my anger out on.  He was a Soc for one thing, and I recognized him as one of the seven guys who had jumped me almost three weeks ago.  I still had a few scars and bruises from that, and I was fueled with adrenaline from rage and anger, at him and every Soc in the world along with my brother. 

        I barely acknowledged the thought that popped up in the back of my head saying that I shouldn't beat him up just for revenge, but I didn't have to.

        When he drawled, "Hey cutie, wanna drink?" and lunged forwards with his bottle outstretched, I had reason enough.  No one, no one gets away with calling me cute.  A puppy was cute, a cartoon unicorn was cute, a little cherub-faced kid was cute. Tara Winston was not, and I lunged at him, swinging a fist.

        I got him right in the nose, and he let out a cry of surprise and pain, exhaling his alcoholic breath in my face.  I swung again and heard a crunch as I busted his nose and he toppled over, a pile of trash breaking his fall with a muted puff and a crinkling of paper.

        He clumsily got to his feet in a rage, cracking his bottle against a dumpster to provide himself with a weapon.  Blood was streaming down his face from his misshapen, already purplish nose, and I figured now it would be a pretty fair fight.

        He was taller than me by about a foot and probably outweighed me by twenty-five or thirty pounds, but he was drunk and clumsy.  I could easily beat him without my blade, but since he had that busted bottle, I drew it out and flipped it open.

        He swung at me, wielding his bottle by the neck like a club.  I ducked and lunged for him, plowing all of my weight into his gut as I head butted him, and we both fell to the ground, dropping our weapons in the process.

        Instead of bothering to grope for my blade, I just began throwing punches at anywhere and everywhere as we rolled around on the ground atop the overflow from the dumpster and litter discarded in the alley.  I was on top of him and about ready to bash his face in when I heard sirens as a cop car pulled into the alley behind us, boxing us in.

        Oh, shit, I thought, and before I could even throw a punch at the Soc or the fuzz, I was hauled to my feet.

        "I knew you were trouble," he growled at me gruffly as he shoved me towards the cop car and dragged the drunken Soc to his feet.

        The Soc quickly tried to conceal his drunkenness and blubbered, "Thank you, officer.  She just attacked me out of nowhere and was going to kill me," he said, his voice nasally like he was stuffed up due to the mangled purplish blob in the middle of his face that was a busted nose.

        "You started it all you drunken rich bastard," I growled, quickly grabbing my blade from under a section of cardboard as the cop turned back to the Soc.  I could get out of here if I made a break for it, but I was curious as to how this would turn out.  The overweight cop probably knew I was Dallas Winston's sister and the Soc most likely had connections that could strip the officer of his job and livelihood, so it was no surprise when, after some arguing, I was handcuffed and forced into the back of the fuzz's car.

        The Soc was left standing in the alley faking soberness, but he was so intoxicated he didn't even want to press charges.  I was almost disappointed, I was so looking forward to going to jail after Dally killed me.  All the more reason for me to hate Soc's, I thought as the car pulled into the police station.