It was another night at the Curtis house. But your boyfriend wasn't there. At first you'd thought he was cheating- always out late- you only saw him during the day. But then Steve assured you that whenever Two was out late, he was usually too drunk to make a coherent thought. Let alone cheat. So that was... comforting you guessed.
Keith had never been a violent or clingy drunk. Or maybe he was just always drunk. But you loved him. To you He was irresistible. You wanted to help him with his problems, and you'd never leave him hanging. At least, that was the goal.
But when he came to the Curtis house that night, he wasn't himself. This was a different type of drunk. It was a different Keith.
*******
"Don't worry Doll face he'll come home soon." Dally said, from Darry's rocking chair. You sat on the floor- Soda and Steve above you on the couch.
Darry walked into the living room seeing Dally in his spot. You watched him as he looked like he was thinking about tipping the chair, and kicking Dally's ass. Then he broke his gaze and turned to the front door. Two Bit was banging on it like there was no tomorrow.
"Speak of the devil.." Dally mumbled.
"It's OPEN KEITH. It's ALWAYS OPEN." Soda called. But Two didn't seem to hear him.
Finally Darry sighed and opened the door for Two Bit.
"Ugh! Did you smoke crack?" Steve asked holding his nose. "You don't look so good."
Two completely ignored him- instead making his way over to you. You hugged him reluctantly.
"Are you okay Two?" You asked when you pulled away. He looked more than drunk.
"Yeah Y/N! I'm SO glad to see you!" He said, coming in for another hug. You backed away out of impulse. You didn't really mean to, it just kind of happened. He stopped, looking offended.
He was angry all the sudden. The gang just watched as the tension in the room rose.
"Why aren't you happy to see me!" He boomed. "You love me!" He had started backing you up toward the stairs.
"Look Two Bit, I don't know what you took, but you should probably go now before something bad happens." You said in a shaky voice.
Darry and Steve had gotten up the second that Keith started cornering you.
Steve put a hand on Twos shoulder. "It's time to go buddy."
All at once, Two Bit shoved Steve away- and Steve fell onto Johnny who was behind him. He quickly turned to you and tried to kiss you, but instead ended up pushing you into the stair case. You landed on your wrist and cried out as you heard it pop.
Darry quickly came over and firmly pushed Two Bit out the door. You could hear Darry yelling at him outside.
You looked at the damage done. Steve and Johnny were on the ground in a small pile of glass. A picture frame must have shattered somewhere in Two Bits outburst.
Your wrist was throbbing and your butt was definitely going to bruise. You landed hard on the first step.
Soda and and Dally rushed to help Steve and Johnny up, and Ponyboy rushed over to you. He sat under the first step looking up at you.
"What hurts?" Pony asked you with a sad look on his face. But before you could answer, Darry came back inside. His face was red from yelling at Two Bit. He took a deep breath and looked around at everyone.
"We'll work this out." He said. "But for now, if anyone is seriously injured, go sit on the couch."
No one sat on the couch.
"Y/n?" Darry raised his eyebrows.
You shook your head.
"Let me see it."
"It's not that bad." You insisted. If we were being honest, it was hurting really bad. But you didn't want to accept the fact that Two Bit was the one responsible.
But Darry wasn't asking. He came over to you instead.
"Left wrist." Ponyboy told Darry.
"How did you-?" You began
He just shook his head and went to go clean up the glass.
Johnny was sitting on the couch with his small arm in Dally's big hand. Dally was examining the pieces of glass in Johnnys arm. Dallas hummed gently as he looked Johnny over. This wasn't anything new to Johnny- but pain still made him nervous. Dally hummed to calm Johnny down.
Steve had his shirt off, as there were glass shards in his shoulder from where he landed. They were small and not too deep .
Soda sat behind him, looking sorry as Steve groaned for Soda to get the glass out. Soda talked to Steve in a low voice trying to soothe him.
You sat on the step as Darry carefully took a look at your wrist. It didn't look broken or horribly mutilated. That was a start. He finished wrapping it up in just a few minutes. The other guys were waiting for Darry to help them out too. And it was all your fault.
If only you'd payed more attention to what Two was doing- you could have stopped him. Or maybe if you were a better girl friend, he wouldn't drink in the first place. Tears ran down your face. Johnny and Steve were hurt because of you. The gang had lost a friend. Two Bit had lost a gang. All because you weren't good enough.
Soda noticed first. The tears running down your face every couple seconds. You didn't sob. You just let them fall. He grabbed the attention of the other guys who all looked in your direction. They all silently agreed that Soda would be the best person for this job.
Soda approached you like a wounded animal. "Hey hey Y/N. Don't cry.." he cooed, wrapping you in his arms. He smelled like honey and hair grease. It was a comforting smell.
He squeezed you tighter and pulled back, looking into your teary eyes.
"He's not himself. He's different when he drinks, and that's not your fault." Soda said, wiping away your tears with his thumb.
You were fixated on Sodas eyes as he looked into yours. It's not like you liked him. Your heart would always be with Two Bit. But right now Soda was drawing you in with his eyes. Drawing you in to feeling okay.
You hiccuped and let one last tear fall.
"What- what can I do to help?" You asked him.
"How bout you just don't move missy." Darry Said gesturing to your wrist that he'd just wrapped up.
You nodded.
Easy enough.
***
It was not easy enough.
You cringed as Dally dug glass shards out of Johnnys forearm. Johnny tried to be quiet but was having trouble staying still. Dal kept a cool look, but you could tell in the moments he let his guard down that he hated hurting Johnny. He talked to him calmly the whole time.
It was the same with Soda and Steve. Steve was a bit tougher. Just whiny. He wanted to go home. He wanted a blanket. A glass of water. Which Soda happily got him. But he didn't let him go home until his shoulder was glass free and bandaged.
Luckily no one needed stitches. That would have been a whole other nightmare.
Darry sat in the rocking chair looking as faded as Two Bit. But less violent. The guys agreed that it was just an accident and once Two Bit was sober that everything would be fine.
Although, no one seemed to think your relationship with him would be fine.
Maybe it wouldn't.
A\N : Well that was sad. I really don't know what that turned into sorry it's kinda graphic. But also I fit Jally and Stevepop in there kind of. So (((:
Another A/N: when did I write this?? What is this?? I'm so sorry to the people who had to read this.
