ponyboys twin

1 anxiety

Racing through the black alley I did a quick check behind me to be certain i had lost them. Turning my head around I had wished I hadn't,
             Chasing after me were around 5 socs all around 16 years of age. Me being 14 I knew I couldn't take them on myself. Returning my attention back to escaping my impending doom I began to run out of breath. Being the couch potato I acknowledged the fact I wouldn't be able to keep this up.

"Way to go dumbass, you really set yourself up when you threw coke all over the one and only Bob Sheldon at the drive in last week" I thought to myself.

Abruptly i felt myself plummet forward and threw my hands out in front of me to allow myself to protect my face.

My name was Jessie Curtis and I was pony boys twin sister. And about the exact opposite of the average girl. I was tuff, I was about 5"3 (small things pack a punch) insanely skinny although that was due to my eating issues and I had just above the shoulders snowy blonde hair . My Eyes were a radiant blue almost unnatural and I had light freckles scattered around my face. I wore almost no makeup besides mascara. Wore jeans and a t shirt, I hated the tramps that wore layers of caked on foundation and lipstick and wore tight skimpy clothing. It attracted the wrong attention.

Almost instantaneously I was flipped onto my back and a soc ontop of me pinning my arms above my head.

I knew I shouldn't have left my switchblade at home... struggling to get free of his grasp I spit thick, moist saliva all over his cheek,

"Fuck" the ugly, morbid kid cursed out wiping the liquid off his face, " your going to wish you never did that" he glared with a smug smirk on his face. Suddenly I felt a sharp stinging sensation on my left cheek and then almost instantly another. Time after time again they all blended together as they took turns slugging me and kicking my ribs. I was holding onto conciseness though forbidding myself to think they had won, in the distance I picked up the familiar sound of my gang yelling up in the distance and chasing the socs off.

Though my vision was blurred I saw my older brother, sodapops face staring down at me almost petrified and on the verge of tears. Cursing myself out for scaring my brother so bad I tried to play it off. "A little help?" I tried to ask but it came out drowsy and drunken.

Next to come into my sight line stood Steve Randal one out of the two guys I had completely fallen head over heels for, without saying a word he picked me up bridal style making sure I was safe and secure. Unfortunately for me though he almost instantly looked down at me with a worried expression. My baggy shirt covered up the fact I was almost all skin and bones and he must've picked up on the fact I weighed so little. Twisting out of his grasp I tried to stand up only to fall back into Dallas Winston, my best friends arms

"Let me go" I yelled out attempting to wriggle free from his grasp,

"Fat chance kid" he calmly and firmly told me tightening his hold. I grabbed my switchblade in an attempt to get out of the situation I was in as I found my lungs failing to work and my hands beginning to shake.

He easily sensed what I was about to attempt tho and grabbed my wrist tightly causing me to panic and remember things I wanted to forget. Darry, my oldest brother took one look at me and held a look of regret on his face as I begged and pleaded with my best friend to let me go,

I wasn't about to give up without a fight and screamed " your fucking funeral" before punching him straight in the nose and racing to the lot before anyone actually understood.

Sliding against a tall tree I let out a trembling breath, tears running down my face. Before I knew it I was shaking so badly and could feel my air supply dying. I couldn't calm down. I couldn't,

Johnny Cade, the boy who's been abused his whole life came to the lot with me often and allowed me to rant and had my back no matter what was tiredly walking to his beat up couch most likely to get some shut eye noticed me and slowly and calmly began his walk towards me and took my hand in his...