I wasn't sure if this was a dream or a nightmare. All I knew was that it was cold, wet, and my head really hurt. I heard some curse words thrown across the alley and timidly opened my eyes. I saw about six or seven tall figures fighting and I saw a handsome boy walk toward me. Why couldn't I move? I wanted to run anywhere but here, because this was the side of town your Daddy always told you to never go. Was this guy going to hurt me? Instead he looked at me kinda funny and smiled. I felt my heart skip a beat and I furrowed my brow. "What's going on?" I asked quietly, my voice cracking on the end. "Some Soc's tried to mess with you. Don't you remember?" he asked. I shook my head. "I don't remember a lot. My head really hurts though," I said, gritting my teeth at the pain. "I'm gonna lift you up, okay?" he asked. Some other boy waltzed over. "Hurry up pretty boy, Darry won't wait forever," he barked. I curled up against his chest, my knuckles turning white when my body moved. "Sorry 'bout that," he muttered. "It's fine," I gasped, just now noticing the blood on his shirt. "Is that mine?" I whispered. He nodded. Shit. He gently lifted me in the cab of a black pick-up and I shifted my body so I could lean on him. "I'm Sodapop by the way," he said quietly. Some other boy smirked at me. "She's good lookin', even when she's beat up," he laughed. "Shut up Dallas," Sodapop muttered. "We're gonna take you to the hospital," another boy told me over the roar of the engine. I smiled at the fact he was wearing a Mickey Mouse T-Shirt. "Okay," I mumbled. I thought long and hard about what happened to me, when suddenly it came back in flashes. "Hey pretty girl," they had laughed. "They raped me," I realized with horror. I hadn't even realize I said it out loud until I heard a,"Yeah," from Sodapop. I remembered them slamming me against the wall, cracking my head. Then I remembered Sodapop and his friends showed up. Finally, we showed up at the hospital. I winced as they lifted me out of the truck and shut my eyes at the bright lights. All the doctor did was clean me up and put me on some painkillers, which really made me loopy. Sodapop was waiting for me when they wheeled me out to his truck. It was just him this time. "What kinda name is Sodapop?" I slurred. Soda just laughed. "My parents just liked it I guess," he replied. "Hey guess what?" I giggled. He just winked at me. "You're pretty," I mumbled. Soda's body shook with laughter. "You're gonna hate yourself for that," he told me. "What's your name anyway?" he added. "Dianna," I said, right before I fell asleep on his shoulder.
