DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS, I OWN TIFFANY
I curl up into the vacant lot. Why did they have to do this to me? All I want to do is be who I am. Why? I begin to cry. My crying blocks out all sounds around me, except for one. I hear boots walking towards me from behind. I hoping it's one person, only one person could help me right now.
"Hey Tiff. Whatcha doin' here at this time at night?" I put my head into my lap, "Hey, what's wrong?" He places his hand on my shoulder, "Tiffany Rea Curtis, what's wrong," I continue to cry in my lap. He then embraces me into the tightest hug that seems to squeeze all the tears out of me, "If ya won't talk to me, you'll definitely talk to Soda. Come on, lets' get you home," he helps me up and looks down at my legs, "No fuckin' way. No. No, they didn't," I look into his eyes. Dallas and I used to hate each other when I was finally accepted into the gang when I was thirteen being the youngest. The past couple years, we have been getting closer and closer. No one knows why, not even me. We just began to click I guess. No one knows Dally like I do, and no one knows me like Dally does, "Here," he picks me up and carries me what I suspect is the house, "I don't care if I get Soc semen on me, I'm getting' you home," I curl up into his chest and begin to cry again.
When we reach the house, he kicks the door open. I continue to curl into his chest until I feel him gently place me down on the couch. I feel a hand go through my hair.
"Don't worry, they can't hurt ya no more," Soda says calmly. He always was able to be calm in situations like this. Darry, our oldest brother, is not. When he gets angry, it's worse than when Dally gets angry, ESPECIALLY if it's me or Soda that was involved. I look up just in time to see Darry go into the kitchen and Dally punch the wall.
"Bastards!" he says. Darry then walks back into the living room with a wet rag. I clean myself up and head to my room. I fall and curl up underneath the blankets.
"Hey, do you want anyone to stay with you?" Darry asks from the doorway.
"Dallas," I can see the anger building up inside him as I say his name. Ever since me and Dally started becoming friends he hated it, he thought Dallas was a no good hood, and maybe he was, but not to me. To me, he's more than just a hood.
"Dallas," I hear Darry call him. I hear a pair of footsteps getting farther away and close to me. I turn my body to face away from him towards the wall.
"Where do ya want me,"
"Here…" I pat a spot on my bed. Then, I feel him climb onto my bed and place his back against the wall. Even though the Soc's took something away from me not even two hours ago, I feel butterflies in my stomach when Dally sits near me. I've liked him for about a couple months now. The way he treats me, it's not like I'm only a buddy of his. Is he being overly protective, or does he like me back? I've always been scared to make the first move on him just because he's Dallas Winston. His touch can sooth me when I'm in the worst moods. I slowly take his hand in mine, "Don't leave me,"