The Curtis Sister

Chapter One

"Yggie?"

"Oh my God, Yggie!"

The first thing I heard when I woke up was the sounds of shouting coming from around me. I groaned quietly, feeling a sharp pain on my head and thigh. I felt a hand rest on my arm, and I jerked up, scrambling to the side.

"Calm down, baby, it's just me." Soda said, his voice soft. My eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, and I saw the whole gang standing around me.

"Kid, what happened?" Darry asked, squatting down to smooth my hair as an attempt at comfort.

"I..." Suddenly, all the memories  from the night before came flooding back.

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"See ya, guys, I'm going out!" I called, pushing open the screen door of my warm and inviting home, despite it being run-down and poor-looking.

"Woah, Yggie..." I paused, turning around to see Dally staring at me, mouth wide open. I stared at him for a few moments, smirking, waiting for him to say something even though I knew he wouldn't - no, he couldn't.

"Stop staring, you perv." I teased, giving him a shove. We'd only been dating for a few days at this point, and things were pretty secretive. Although I liked the attention, I was terrified of how jealous the gang would be if they found out I had chosen Dally over the rest of them.

"Where are you off to dressed like that, anyways?" Dally asked, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and looking me up and down. I was wearing a crop top, jeggings, and my dark brown hair was in a messy bun on my head.

"Oh, stop being so overprotective." I said. I took a quick look around the room (the whole gang was in my house, as usual) to make sure nobody was listening. "I only love you, Dal."

I saw him blush furiously, and that was all I needed to know that I was okay to go.

"Anyways, see you guys in a few hours! Love ya!" I said back to my gang.

"Be sure to call us!" Darry, always the protective older brother, made sure to add in before I shut the door behind me. A smile on my face, I headed down the porch steps and out onto the sidewalk. I had only been walking for a few blocks when I heard it.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the prettiest Curtis."

I spun around to see a red Mustang pull to the side before stopping. I was so startled that I couldn't move. I wasn't too nervous, though. Socs jumping greasers was a regular thing in my life, and besides, I could fight back despite being a girl. Dally had taught me karate to help me defend myself, which is actually what brought us close enough together for him to finally ask me out one night. After a long night at Bucks with the whole gang, I was nearly about to go to sleep in the bed I shared with Ponyboy and Soda when I heard taps on my window. I went to the window and there was Dally outside of it, and he was playing me a sweet serenade on a guitar he'd stolen just for me and carved my name in the side with his switchblade... Anyways, back to the main story!

"Randy? Bob?" I recognized the two voices who called me, but I felt my heart start to race when I saw the shadows of more Socs in the backseat of the car. Sure enough, Randy Adderson and Bob Sheldon were stepping out of the car, their faces scrunched up in inexplicable anger and eyes furious with rage.

"Who else would it be?" Bob laughed, and Randy pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and tossed it to Bob.

"What do you guys want?" I snarled, assuming my fighting stance.

"Oh, nothing..." Bob said again. "Just a fun time."

"Screw off, you guys! I have places to be." I threatened, my mossy green eyes to match Darry's and Ponyboy's and my dad's flashing with anger.

"We don't care!" One of the Socs who had been sitting in the backseat called. Now all four of them were facing me on the sidewalk. My eyes caught the glint of the blade being unsheathed, and I immediately flew at Bob.

"Take this!" I shouted, karate kicking Bob in the stomach. Bob instantly dropped to the sidewalk, and the switchblade fell with him. Randy swooped it up and ran at me in anger, his two cronies following.

"Get her!" Bob weakly cried from his position on the ground. I fought as best I could, and trust me, I can fight good, but I just barely lost this battle. Four Socs and a switchblade was all I knew, and then the world went black.

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"Yggie I'm..." Dally was collecting his words, unable to believe how he could possibly have let this happen to his only, beautiful. "I'm so sorry."

I was in Darry's arms, and the whole gang was sadly walking back to the Curtis house to patch me up.

"Aw, Dally, don't beat yourself up over it. It wasn't your fault-"

"It was those nasty Socs, that's what." Steve snarled, squeezing his fists tight in anger.

"Right." Ponyboy grumbled.

"When I get ahold of the Socs who did this, it's over for them! I'll mess 'em up so hard they won't see the light of day!" Dally seethed, hanging his head low. He whipped out his switchblade and jammed it into a nearby telephone pole in anger.

"Cool it, Dal. We can't have you goin' back to the slammer, especially not at a time like this." Darry said. Dally only nodded in agreement.

"Here, lay 'er down on the couch." Soda said, once we had gotten back to the house. Darry gently lifted me down onto the couch, and I let out a small groan from the pain.

"Be right back, I'm gonna go get some supplies." Darry said, hurrying to the bathroom.

"How you feelin', Yggie?" Johnny softly asked, a small smile on his face.

"I'm doin' just fine, Johnnycake, don't you worry." I said bravely. Despite being four years younger than him, I considered myself to be a role model to good old Johnny Cade. The kid could hardly fend for himself, so every now and then when we were alone, I would take the chance to teach him a few things; let the kid in on some of my street smarts.

"Alright, hold still. This is gonna hurt." Darry said. He wrapped a bandage around the cuts on my leg, and pushed back my wavy dark brown hair to check for wounds. "It's just bruising up here, though. You really took a beating, Yggie."

"It was nothin' I couldn't handle." I said, trying to reassure my gang. From the worried looks on their faces, I could tell it didn't really work. They knew I was tuff, but at the same time they all hated the idea of their only girl gettin' beat up by Socs of all people.

TO BE CONTINUED...