Wrecked

Summery: More than one person is in a wreck. Sometimes, the wrecker gets away and the wreckee is faced with punishment. One wreck can lead to another, and then I'm there. I'm Ponyboy Curtis. My cousin is the wreckee, but her father is known as the wrecker.

A/N: Second fanfiction. I have two more ideas, though. So, sorry if I don't post for a while. I've seen a lot of fanfictions about a little cousin or a little girl showing up at the Curtis' doorsteps. I'm just writing this for the fun of it. Maybe I'll post more frequently if you like it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.

Claimer: I do, however, own Lauren O'dair and the storyline.

Prolouge

I'm on the street, thinking about no one but myself. It's the last day of school for a week because of Fall Break. Restless teens won't think twice about jumping me. I have a switchblade in my pocket, but I'm still weary about the thought of getting jumped. I've only been jumped three times, but each one caused something very dramatic.

The day I was coming home from the movies, I got a cut on my neck. My life was at stake, and it was my first jumping. Dallas said that the first one's the hardest. I'd like to argue with that. It's a wonder how my gang found the Socs pounding on me. Not a day later, in the middle of the night, the Socs from the movies found Johnny and me in the park. We ran away, and there's more to the story than I want to remember.

It's late at night. Eleven thirty according to some guy's watch I got a look at. Walking by bar after bar, it reminds me of the third time I got jumped.

It was twelve thirty in the morning. I had gone to the movies with one of my friends from school. After dropping him off, I got lost because I hadn't been familiar with the middle-class section. Finally, I saw something that looked familiar and headed in that direction. Only I didn't know why it looked familiar. I later found out that it was something Johnny and I ran past on our way to the park.

Suddenly, I realized that I was walking in the bad greasers' territory. Bar after bar, I'd never be allowed here. Screams and laughs. Music and cussing. Smashes and brawls. The street was bare, but not silent. One man from a bar was thrown out on the sidewalk. He cussed someone out to himself. I walked with my head down, my feet silent. Blending in was hard to do on a bare street, and the man eventually walked over. "Wut are ya doin' here, kid?" He stumbled brainlessly.

I shook my head and picked up my pace. This guy followed, yelling things, cursing, slamming stuff on the ground. I ignored him. Tears were falling out of my eyes, but I didn't dare reach up to wipe them away. He finally caught up to me, but the only thing I could think was, What's Darry going to say?

I shake my head. Enough of that.

When I got home, Darry was furious. He stood up and slamed his foot on the ground. "Where the hell have you been?" He rambled on and on, loudly. Screaming in my face, and I just stood there, rubbing my arm like a goof.

Eventually, I stammered out, "I got lost," and looked up. My head had been down the whole time.

He noticed my black eye, the scars. His face went pale as he saw the tears in my eyes and the red glow of my face. "Ponyboy . . ."

"Save it," I mumbled, dropping my head and pulling up the sleaves on my arms, revealing the rest of the battle scars, the glass ejecting out of my body

He fixed me up, telling me again and again, "I'm so sorry, Pony. I didn't mean it. It could've been worse. Thanks for not runnin' out on me,"

I shake my head and drop my head low, still thinking about that night. I make it back to the house all right before curfew. Darry looks at me, a little worried, and asks me to sit down. "Ponyboy, why are starting to come home so late?"

I shrug. "I got lost,"

He sighs and shakes his head, a worried look on his face. Darry has been a little protective ever since that whole incident last year. He just recently brought my curfew back to twelve. "I know. I know. Maybe I should just bring your curfew back down. We can't have you getting jumped again. You didn't get jumped, right?"

I nod and bring up my head, looking into his dark, stormy eyes. "Night, Darry," I say. I get up and head to my room. I've been sleeping alone for a while, and I haven't had nightmares yet. I have a bad feeling tonight, though.

I give a shrill scream and wake to my own fears. The nightmares have come back. I'm not sure what it was about, like always, but I have a feeling it has something to do with the guy from a few nights ago. Sweat and tears ran down my face, slipping near my mouth and nose. I feel sticky and groggy, but I also feel like throwing up.

Soda ran into my room with a worried look on his face. "Was that you, Ponyboy?" He asks.

"Yeah," I answer, lying back down. "I'm okay, go back to sleep,"

"Are you sure, Ponyboy? You can sleep with me if you want," He's probably only letting me choose because this is the first night they've come back. I sit up in the bed again, rubbing my head as Darry walks through the door and sits on the bed.

"Nightmares, Pony?" I nod. He sighs and rubs his head tiredly. I feel bad for waking him up, but how am I supposed to help it? "Maybe I should cut your curfew down. No more walkin' by yourself, got it?"

"Okay, Darry," I say.

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" Soda asks with a puppy-dog look on his face. I know he won't leave me alone until I agree. I've scared him, given him the sense that I'm not all right. So I get up. He puts an arm around me and leads me to his bed. It comforts me, and I fall asleep in seconds.

When I wake up in the morning, Soda tells me I moved around in my sleep all night long. He swears I was crying in my sleep. "Was not," I say.

"Was, too," He says with a grin spread on his face. I can't help but grin.

"Sure,"

Darry walks in with the mail. "Bills, bills," He mumbles to himself, "Bills, hey, what's this?" He makes his way to the kitchen table and sets down the other useless junk. Soda and I follow, reading the letter over his shoulder.

Dear Darry,

I know we haven't talked since college, but do you remember that day in high school when I saved your butt from the Wolves' quaterback? You promised that you'd do me one big favor whenever I needed it. Right now, I really need you. I'll explain later, I promise. My daughter, Lauren O'dair, I really need you to watch her. She'll be at your house at noon. I'll be back in a week. Then I'll explain.

Your friend,

Tommy G.

I finish reading and look at Darry. Soda finishes a little later, standing back with a cocked eyebrow. "Who's Tommy G.?" He asks Darry.

"I don't know," Darry replies, scanning the letter again. An idea comes to my mind.

"Hey," I say, "What if, and I know this sounds crazy, but, what if that letter is for Dad?" It clearly states, "we haven't talked since college", and Dad went to the local college. I've heard him mention a friend of his in college that was always getting into trouble. Darry and Soda turn around to look at me. I shrug and give a sideways smile. "You never know," I mutter, lowering my smile into a straight face.

"You may be right, Pony," Soda says, surprising Darry.

He thinks about it for a minute, then turns to me. "I think you are, but we've got to get to work. I'll ask Two-Bit to come over. If that girl shows up, I want her out. This could be a trick."

"But-" Soda starts.

Darry whips around and faces Soda with a glare. "No buts, Soda. I'm not taking a chance." He gets up and grabs his toolbelt.

"But-"

"No. Come on, we've got to get to work." He opens the door, and Soda walks under Darry's arm with his head down. "See ya, Pony," Darry says, and then they're gone.

Two-Bit comes around ten o' clock, beer in hand. "Hey, Ponyboy. You want to go do somethin'?" He asks.

"No thanks, Two-bit,"

He grins like the devil himself, and starts speaking like him, too. "Oh, that's right. Darry told me you was expectin' a little lady."

I sigh. "Yeah, whatever, Two-Bit," I mutter. I sit on the couch and open A Tale of Two Cities. We were assigned to read the second-to-last chapter over Fall Break.

"Why are you always readin'?" Two-Bit asks me. "What's to read about?"

"Lost of stuff," I say. "Charles Dickens is a really good author. He wrote a lot of great books. Great Expectations, A Christmas Carol; we did a study on him last year. It looks like the same this year."

"Too bad you were . . ." Two-Bit drifts off. He holds his words in and looks at me with wide eyes. He knows I don't like it, but I've accepted it. It took me a while, though.

"Yeah," I say. "Too bad I was held back."

End Of Prolouge

A/N: This was merely intended to get you up-to-date with my story. I tried to make it non-boring or whatever. Just know that this took me like a week to write. The beginning and the end are always the hardest things to write. The next chapter will be much better. I promise. Reviews are greatly appreciated! I never know if you like it or not until I get reviews. I'm only trying to do my best; I can't do my best until I know what I'm doing wrong. Thanks for reading!