It's the way Dally protects you
⚠️ WARNING : I REALLY STRAYED AWAY FROM THE THEME ON THIS ONE SO IF YOU WANT TO READ A 2,000 WORD IMAGINE ABOUT YOU GETTING BEAT UP, GO CRAZY ⚠️
The bar was definitely not your favorite place to be. It was loud, smelled like beer, loud, and filled it the brim with emotionally unavailable men. BUT it was also the home of your emotionally unavailable man.
Dallas Winston. And here he was. Throwing you a beer from across the room. You imagined it missing your hand and smashing against the bar counter. What a mess that would make. Not like it would matter though. One time some poor drunk greaser got stuck in the trunk of Buck's crappy Impala. No one noticed for three days. Three. Days.
But you caught the beer, snapping out of your thoughts. Dally walked up to you. You knew the rest of the gang was here somewhere.
"What's your name Doll?" He asked, sliding in the seat beside you.
"None of your business." You mocked him, taking a swing of your beer.
"Uhg Dal this is gross." You said sliding him the beer.
"You're a whiny kid." He sneered.
"I'm a month younger than you Dallas!"
"No one would believe you." He said grinning. It was true. At 17 you were 4'11 and were probably stuck that way. And he loved to tease you about it.
You huffed and mumbled something about going to go dance. Instead you slipped out the back door of Buck's. You took a smoke out of your jacket and lit up in the dark alley way.
You weren't scared though. Or at least that's what you told yourself.
"What's a kid like you doin in a place like this?" You jumped. To your right, an older looking man was walking towards you. Not fast enough to be alarming though.
"I'm not a kid.." you mumbled.
"Oh. I'm sorry doll.. how old are you?" You wanted to flip him off and tell him that only Dallas could call you that. But instead you replied calmly.
"I'm seventeen."
"What a shame.." he said under his breath. You weren't sure you heard him right. But you decided you'd better get back inside. Talking to strangers didn't usually end well. You turned to the door to get back in. Locked.
"Woah woah- where are you going?" The man said. "We just met."
"I better get back in." You Said. "To my boyfriend."
The man came closer to you. Very close. You now noticed the glare of the switch blade in his hand.
"You're boyfriend don't got to know." He said getting real close your face. He was now crouching down in front of you in order to see your face. This man was probably taller than Dally. He closed his eyes and leaned in. You realized what he was trying to do.
"EW! GET OFF!" You screamed. You tried to shove him back, but it was no use.
"Oh that's how it's gonna be.." he growled into your ear. You couldn't see much in the dark but you could feel the switch blade cut into your hip. You yelled in pain and screamed for the first people that came to mind.
"DARRY! DALLAS! TWO BIT! HELP!" You were sure they couldn't hear you over the music though.
The man threw a few punches to your face before you heard shouting and footsteps coming down the alley.
"YOU GET OFF HER!" A voice you recognized said. The weight of the man was replaced with a new weight.
You heard punches being thrown and someone had their hand on your back helping you sit up. Your eyes adjusted to the dark and you realized someone was on their knees beside you, holding you up. You yelled and scrambled back into the brick wall behind you.
"Calm down kid, it's just me." You didn't recognize the voice at first, but then you realized it was just Darry, using his gentle voice.
"..oh" you sighed, letting yourself sag down against the wall.
Soda and Two Bit came over and sat beside Darry.
"He should be gone for a while." Said Two Bit with a sad smile. Soda sat, silently staring at you. You could tell he was trying to figure out how you were feeling. He always did that. He's stare into your eyes until you'd cave and tell him everything. You quickly looked away.
Luckily the door behind you opened and wacked you in the head.
"God Dallas just kill her why don't ya!" Two Bit exclaimed.
You just groaned and held your head. You opened your eyes to see a grim looking Dallas Winston right in front of your face.
"Who hurt you." He asked. He used this emotionless tone whenever something bad happened.
"Some old guy. Don't know his name..." Even though you were pretty much laying on the ground, you felt dizzy. You let your head lull to the side and closed your eyes. This was better.
You could only faintly hear the boys talking about you in worried tones. You could hardly even feel it when Dally picked you up and carried you all the way to the Curtis house.
