If the Heart is Always Searching... An Outsiders Fanfiction

Slipping Under

It’s been twenty long minutes and I am ready to cry. How can Socs be so mean? They must not be human because they have no feelings or heart whatsoever. They started this torturous night with nasty greets and dirty remarks to me. When they weren’t being disgusting pricks, they were making fun of me being a greaser. I’m actually not a greaser, I would be considered middle class. But, since I’m friends and not to mention dating greasers, they call me one. That’s how they deal with people like me. For some reason there can’t be a happy medium, I can either be friends with the frowned upon part of society or rich jerks.

They seem to think I made the wrong choice because ape face, which is Randy said "If you weren’t a greaser, you’d be a nice broad." There people go with that word again- broad.

"Don't call me that, I’m not a dirty hoe." I mutter while taking away their empty plates of appetizers.

"Whatever you say babe." He says smoothly before laughing with his friends.

"When’s our food gonna be done?" Bob asks impatiently. He seems to be in a bad mood or something. Or maybe that’s just how he asks when he’s hammered.

"Probably just a few more minutes." I answer a little ruder than I intended.

"Excuse me? I came her to get some food, not to get a rude waitress that doesn’t know her place in the society. What, wouldn’t the Dingo hire you? Were you too cheap?" He begins yelling back to me. All the other guys are taking this as a joke.

My blood is boiling now in anger. "Excuse you, but no human being should be talked to like that. You think you’re better than everyone else just because you have more money and that’s not true. I’ve met greasers with a bigger heart than you will ever have in wealth. Why can’t you just leave us alone? Honestly what did I ever do to you?" I finally take a breath.

Everyone is stunned, even people at other tables are now watching. But Bob isn’t stunned, he’s pissed. "Greasers with bigger hearts? Like who, your boyfriend Dallas Winston? I haven’t seen him around lately, is he back in jail?"

"Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. You don’t know him." I slowly, but firmly tell him trying to hold back tears.  These kind of people wouldn't believe me if I told them that Dallas Winston actually has feelings.

"Please, I probably know more about him than you do." He smirks and stands up coming close to me. "Let me tell you something, I know who he’s sleeping with tonight hon, and it ain’t you."

"You’re a liar, a no good son of a-" I’m interrupted by Bob and Randy grabbing me and carrying me into the back ally by the dumpster. Nobody even saw us because their table was in the far back and the few other people around stopped paying attention to our argument because their food came.

"Let me go!" I try to escape their grasp, but now they got me pinned against the wall of the building.

"Nope, sorry." Randy stutters a bit and hits me. "Now that’s for trying to escape."

"And this is for being a greaser!" Bob laughs as he punches me right in the eye.

My head is spinning, and I slowly begin to slide on to the ground. I realize now I’m more vulnerable and they can do just about anything they want to me. Bob pins my arms down and climbs on top of me. Figuring out his dirty intentions I quickly use all my might and kick him in the groin. He doubles over next to me in excruciating pain. I start to get up to run but Randy trips me and has me on my back in about three whole seconds.

He begins pulling something out of his pocket. It’s small, but shiny. Remembering the switch blade Johnny carries around I realize that Randy has a knife.

I begin sobbing. "Please stop, please please stop. I’m sorry, I won’t tell-" My weak attempts to reason with him are interrupted by him sliding the knife on my neck. I begin screaming and then Bob comes over and covers my mouth with his hand. He tears open my shirt and cuts my stomach and I watch as my blood starts pouring out. I feel like I’m gonna be sick, but I know I can’t let them win.

I see some headlights out front, indicating that someone is trying to park. After a few seconds they begin piling out, some are even sitting in the bed of the pick up. I figure this is my only chance of being rescued so I bite down on Bob’s hand and he quickly pulls back and yells in pain.

"That’s it bitch, now you are getting it." Randy warns.

I begin scream on the top of my lungs. "HELP HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Everything is in slow motion now. I decide that I’m either getting ready to pass out or dying. I hear some voices coming closer. There’s a lot of footsteps. Finally I must be in sight because I hear a voice shriek, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HER?" About five guys start pushing Bob and Randy off of me and they begin beating them up. Two others rush to my side.

"Jessica, are you okay? Say something?" One of them frantically yell.

"P-Ponyboy, is that you?" I ask in a complete daze.

"Yeah it’s me- and Johnny." He says pointing to the person next to him. Johnny looks scared, these are the guys that beat him up too I figure.

Johnny takes off his leather jacket and puts it under my head. "I-I would actually put it on you, but I’m afraid to move you."

"Thank you." I whisper. Suddenly someone else comes over- Sodapop.

"Jessica." He whispers in tears before slowly helping me sit up. He begins holding me, stroking my messed up hair. He’s like a brother to me, and I’m the sister he never had. Sodapop is my best friend, I never told him that and I don’t think I will get the chance to. I’m shivering, crying, and bleeding and honestly feel okay with dying. It’s better than having to live in fear of Socs...

My eyes dart back to my attackers. Everyone stopped beating them up, except for Dally. He’s seriously about to kill them I think because now Dally, Steve, and Two Bit are trying to stop him. Dally won’t stop, he just keeps beating at them, even though they aren’t fighting back. He’s yelling at them and through what seems like tears he’s cussing. He’s telling them he’s going to kill them and they look terrified. They know he will, the gang knows he will, and now I know he will.

"Stop Dallas it’s not worth it!" Darry tries reasoning with him, but from a distance. Dallas must be drunk or something because that’s the only time he doesn’t listen to Darry.

"Oh, it will be worth it. Trust me. I’ll make it up to her, I won’t let them take another swing at her!" He is roaring in anger, he’s almost unrecognizable.

"Dallas! Stop, please stop! Dallas!" I begin shouting, trying to get him to stop. It’s barely a shout, more like a moan. He finally hears what I’m saying and drops their now bruised and bloody bodies to the ground. There’s blood on the walls, on the floor, and on everyone. I begin slipping into unconsciousness, the last thing I see is Dallas Winston standing covered in blood and tears, screaming my name.

Author's Note: Ahhh, cliff hanger :D  I'm actually really pleased with how this chapter turned out.  Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.  Remeber, the more feedback I get the more I like updating *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge* :)