The last thing you remembered was the car horn. You didn't even have time to turn around and see the car, as you were walking in the opposite direction and had no idea the Tulsa speed limit was 3billion.
"Jesus Christ, not again!" Said a young mans voice somewhere in the distance. You opened your eyes when you felt something roll you on your back. "Hey hey! Can you hear me? Blink twice if you can hear me." You groaned in pain and looked at the person above you.
He had dirty blonde curls and a mean face. He was definitely not a doctor and you were definitely not living through tonight. Fine. You accepted your fate and closed your eyes, rolling back onto your side.
"Hey! Cmon now." He said. He sighed, going silent for a minute or so. You couldn't care less as you were half conscious.
He lifted you and you groaned in pain, wishing you could just pass out already. Your wish came true when he set you in the backseat of the car he'd hit you with.
"Just hold on." He mumbled from the drivers seat.
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You didn't know how long had passed but when you opened your eyes you were being taken out of the car. You looked up slightly and saw the man was carrying you into a gas station.
A GAS STATION???
Oh God he was probably going to dump your body and never think of you again. Your mind raced and you had the urge to get up and run. But you couldn't move. So you just let him carry you.
The bell rang when he stepped inside. He walked up to the front counter where two tough looking guys sat. One looked mean like him, while the other had a sweeter look. Maybe he wasn't dumping your body.
The boys looked up from whatever they were laughing at and stopped dead.
"Uh. Curly?" The tougher one said. "What the hell?"
Curly brought you over to the counter and laid you down. "You owe me remember? Saved your ass from getting jumped last week?"
The two boys were speechless so he went on.
"I got her off my windshield now you get her out of my life." And with that he turned around heading for the door.
"Curly is she dead??" The sweet looking one asked. "Cause I ain't dumping no body for you."
'Curly' just kept on walking. The boys watched him leave in disbelief. Then they seemed to realize that there was a person on their cash register so they turned their attention to you.
"Hey are you alive?" One of them said putting two fingers to your neck. You opened your eyes faintly and looked up to them.
"Okay good." The sweet one said. "Can you tell us your name?"
"Yeah I'm Y/N. Who are you and who was that?" You asked disoriented. You tried to sit up but was gently pushed back down.
"Woah there, I'm Steve and that's Soda." The tougher one said pointing to his buddy. "That was Curly and I'm guessing he hit you with his car?"
"How'd you guess?" You groaned. That got a chuckle out of them.
"Do you think you're seriously hurt, do you need a hospital?" Soda asked.
"No! No hospitals." You said almost immediately. They looked taken aback but they nodded. "I'm not hurt that bad it's just my head."
"Well we don't got any medicine here but I can take you back to my place and get some." Soda said. You thought back to the days when your parents actually tried to raise you, and when they told you to never go anywhere with strangers. You brushed it off. What'd you have to lose?
Some minutes later you were in the back of a truck on the way to Sodas house with Steve riding shotgun. Your head was pounding so you closed your eyes and listened to the humming of the engine. You thought back to how crazy this whole day had been. I guess crazy is what you signed up for when you ran away from home.
You arrived at the house after a while and opened the truck door. Steve came out of the passengers side and put his arm around your shoulders.
"Here lemme help." He said supporting your weight. You thanked him and Soda led you into the house. You ended up sitting on a couch with Steve while Soda went to go get medicine. While you waited a few more boys came in through the kitchen.
"Oh-" one of them said looking you over. "Who's this?"
"Dally this is Y/N. Y/N meet Dally. These other two are Ponyboy and Darry." He gestured to the guys in front of you. "Curly Shepard hit her with his car." Steve said rather cheerfully.
They all looked fairly shocked but it wore off quickly. Pony and Two Bit said that it was nice to meet you then went their separate ways. Darry lingered though.
"Pleased to meet ya y/n." He shook your hand carefully. "Where's Soda?" He asked Steve.
"Right here" Soda said coming into the room with a pill bottle. He dumped a few out then handed you two. "I can get you a glass of wa-"
But by the time he finished that sentence you'd already dry swallowed the pills.
"Wow okay.." he muttered. You leaned your head back and groaned, waiting for the pain to go away.
"Think you've got a concussion?" One of the guys asked.
"Nah. I've had worse." You opened your eyes.
"alright.." Darry said reluctantly. "You can stay as long as you'd like." You thanked him and Soda sat down beside you, keeping you company and watching TV.
The end
This is such shit I'm so sorry
