Jally

Trampoline

Part three. Same as before. Nothing to do with the song. Umm also kinda gets a little frisky. So trigger warning?

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It wasn't until eleven that night when I left the Curtis's house. Dally had passed out there, along with Two-Bit and Steve. Of course, Darry had offered me to stay over too, but I didn't want to impose. He also offered to walk me home.
"Darry, I'll be fine. I promise," I told him, chuckling a little.
"Ok. But you better call me as soon as you're home. Got it?" He asked sternly.
I nodded. "Yes sir," I said, giving him a little salute.
He snickered. "Good night kid. Be careful."
"Sure, sure," I giggled, walking out the front door. "See ya tomorrow."
It was really dark outside, and it smelled like rain. The wind was howling viscously, and fat rain drops were starting to come down. I sighed. Figured.
Suddenly a pair of bright headlights blinded me.
"Johnny?" A voice called.
"Uh yeah?" I called back, like the idiot I am.
"You wanna ride home kid?"
I realized the voice. Tim. "Oh uh, no, no I'm fine. Thank you though," I told him.
"Come on kid, it's raining." He was getting annoyed.
"It's not that bad Tim! My house is like a block down. I coulda been home by now."
"Johnny get in the damn truck!" He screamed, and I flinched back.
"No!" I stood my ground.
Suddenly, both doors opened on the truck, and two large men got out. Tim and Curly. I whimpered, starting to shake.
Curly pounced, grabbing my arms and holding them securely behind my back. Tim walked up to me, grabbing my face in both his hands.
"Oh, we are going to have some fun with you, aren't we?"
I whimpered again, truly terrified, and the two of them laughed. Tim traces his finger down my face, then lifted my chin up so I had to look at him.
"Dally's not gonna bother to come look for you. He doesn't care about you. Why would he? He's got me. He doesn't need you, you're just a piece of shit who doesn't deserve to breathe."
I knew he was just telling me that to get a rise out of me, but that shit hurt. "N-no, you're lying..." I mumbled.
"Am I though? Where's lover boy now?"
I bursted into tears, and when Tim's fist collided with my face, I didn't even feel it. I was there one minute, then it was all black the next.

     I woke up in a dimly lit room. My shirt and jean jacket was gone, and I sat on the ground, hands and legs tied together. Writing was all over my body.
     Johnny where are you man?
     Darry said you never called? Did you make it home ok?
     Did I do something wrong?
     I'm so sorry, please just answer me, then I'll leave you alone. I swear.
     I looked at my surroundings. Across the small room I was in was a desk, there had to be a pen or something in there.
     I scooted myself over, and cautiously and quietly dug through the drawers until I pulled out a pen.
     I opened in with my teeth, then sloppily started writing on my other hand.
     Dally
     Oh god Johnny are you ok?
     I don't know where I am. Last I remember is Tim and Curly grabbing me.
     Hang on. I have an idea.
     Suddenly I heard a phone ring from wherever I was. I scooted closer to the door.
I heard a phone ring I wrote to Dally.
That should be me. I'm gonna ask him if he's seen you.
     "Hello?" Said Tim.
It's Tim's voice I wrote to Dally immediately.
Ok. We're on our way.
     I sat back, sighing in relief. Until the door opened that is.
     Both Tim and I gasped. "You were writing him?" He screeched.
     "I- I Uhh..." was all I could muster before Tim grabbed me by the neck and pinned me against the wall.
     "Why would you do that?" He screamed at me.
     His eyes went an ungodly shade of black, and I shrank away. He slammed his fist into my cheek, and I could feel blood from where his rings cut me.
     I whimpered. "Dally could never love you," Tim whispered in my ear. "Not after what we're gonna do."
     "What?" I whimpered fearfully.
      He threw me down to the floor, then quickly straddled me. He held my hands above my head, and quickly attached his lips to my neck. He left a trail of hickies down neck and onto my chest. He even broke skin at one point, causing me to cry out.
     "Little slut," he snarled. "He'll never love you now."
     He pulled out a sharp knife, slowly tracing my body with it. He suddenly cut me with it, it was long, thin, and deep. He did it across my chest, before moving to my arms and my back.
     He was about to cut my throat when there was a knock on the door. Muttering angrily, he stomped outside.
     "Oh hiiii Dally, What are you doing here?" He said sweetly. "Oh. You brought you friends..."
     I could tell he was getting nervous, but I didn't dare yell out in case he drew a knife or something on them. I just sank to the floor, curling myself up into a tight ball, sobbing quietly.
     "Tim, we need to come in you house now!" I heard Darry's dominant voice. (Y'all I just want you to know Darry just autocorrected to daddy and I spit my water everywhere).
     "I can't let you-"
     I heard something fall to the ground, and then running footsteps.
     "Search the house, he's gotta be here somewhere!" Soda yelled.
     I heard somebody enter the room.
     "Johnny?" Two-Bit asked, walking closer to me and kneeling down. "You alright?"
     I nodded not lifting up my head. "Mhm," I barely squeaked.
     Then he saw the blood. "Holy shit! What happened?"
     Thank god he didn't see the hickeys I thought. "Tim."
     He pulled his jacket off and gave it to me. It was three sizes to big, but it covered what I needed hid.
     "Thank you," I whispered numbly.
     We walked out, and the gang engulfed me in a big hug. I felt safe and warm. But I was still worried about Dally's reaction.
    Two-Bit sat me in the passenger seat of Dally's truck and the two of us headed home.