This is my first Outsiders fanfiction :) It's set 2 or 3 months after the deaths of Mr and Mrs Curtis and before Johnny gets beaten up. Hope you like Chapter 1!
It was a chilly Friday afternoon in the town of Tulsa, Oklahoma. School was out for the weekend and everyone was either home or out with friends. Kids were eager to enjoy the next 2 days before Monday comes around. One kid, Ponyboy Curtis was just heading home from track by his lonesome . His hair, light brown almost ginger was styled with grease and he was wearing a pair of denim jeans, a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of old, worn tennis shoes with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The 13 year old was definitely a greaser. Greasers lived on the East side of town and were what the fuzz would call 'trouble makers' they were the lowest class, while the socs who lived on the West side of town are believed to be allies to society, the top class, the ones who are always getting the breaks. The socs and greasers did not get along. To say they disliked each other was an understatement. They despised each other. The gangs constantly picked fights with each other over practically anything, sometimes just for the hell of it. Both have kept to their sides of town recently so there hasn't been much trouble. Right now this young greaser was walking along the path by the road rubbing his arms with a troubled look on his face.
5.43pm
Damn it! Two- Bit had forgotten to pick me up. I couldn't hang around any longer waiting for the guy, Darry finishes work at 6pm and wants me back by then. If I'm not there by the time he gets back he'll have my head. My eldest brother has been acting real odd recently. Never letting me go out by myself, treating me like a kid and hollering at me for everything I do. I'm sick of it. It's like ever since mom and dad died; he hasn't been acting like my brother at all, more like a dad, a strict one. We used to be close but now all we do is argue. We argue about every little thing: my school work, what time I get home, who I hang out with. Soda tells me it's just because he cares about me and wants me to have a good future. I used to believe him but as time goes on it's hard to believe he even loves me at all.
As I walk along I rub my hands up and down my arms, trying to warm myself up. Boy was it chilly tonight. Wish I had brought a jacket or something. But then again I wouldn't have to wear a jacket if Two- Bit had given me a lift like he said he would. Honestly I love the guy like a brother but he's just gotta get his act together, maybe get a job instead of bumming around our place all the time, I doubt that will happen anytime soon though. This gets me thinking. After Mom and Dad died, Darry had to quit college so he could get a job and take care of us, and then Soda had to drop out of school to work at the DX with Steve. Maybe if I wasn't around, things would be better. Darry would be able to go to college and make something of himself, Soda could have stayed at school, tried harder, got smarter. The gang says I am the only one who has a hope of leaving Tulsa and making something of myself. What if I was just dragging everyone down and ruining their futures?
5:55pm
I don't dwell much on how I was probably ruining the futures of both my brothers. I probably had roughly 5 minutes to get back before Dar does. I had just reached the lot and would be home soon. I don't speedup or anything. I doubt anyone will be at our house. Soda and Steve will probably be shutting up the DX and heading straight to the races, Dal was probably at Bucks doing god knows what and Johnny would have tagged along. Two- Bit was probably off flirting with some blonde greaser chicks maybe getting drunk a little or a lot. I swear most of the time he is drunk rather than sober. I laugh. That's Two-Bit for ya. It's getting slightly dark out already.
About halfway through the lot I think I hear footsteps behind me and I feel a little freaked out for a second. I shake my head; it was probably nothing. I was just being a paranoid baby.
I hear them again. The footsteps. But they are closer than before and I'm pretty sure there isn't just one set of footsteps. I turn around sharply and I am face to face with 5 or 6 socs. They are bigger than me, older than me. I recognise a few of them from my school. I hesitantly step back a little and turn, ready to sprint outta there. I never get the chance. 2 of them step around me. I am surrounded. I try to keep cool. Like Dally would do.
"Lookey what we have here, some greasy trash" a guy says, I recognise him as Bob Sheldon from my school. He is a few years older than me and I haven't had any problems with him.
"I-i-I don't want any trouble" I stutter. I stutter. Pull yourself together Pony!
"Oh we ain't looking for trouble, just want to have a little fun is all" Bob laughs cruelly. The rest of the socs laugh as well. I have to do something. I turn around and try to push past the two there but they just push me back into the centre of the circle. I panic. I scream "Soda, Dar-". One of them pins my arms behind my back and clasps his hand round my mouth. I struggle against him and elbow him in the ribs as hard as I could, he grunts but does not release his hold.
"Ricky hold the kid still for christ sake!"
Ricky tightens his hold on my arms. My wrists are throbbing. Bob steps closer, bends slightly and grabs a fistful of my hair. His pals just stand there and watch.
"If you scream for anyone again I will set these guys on your little friend Johnny, I'll make sure that beating is twice as bad as what his daddy gives him. Are we clear?" Bob asks me. I couldn't let Johnny get a beating from these guys. He faces enough at home as it is. Well if you could call it home. The gang is the only family he's got. I couldn't make Johnny go through that. It would kill him. I'll take the beating for Johnny. After all, they'd only knock me round a little bit. Boy was I wrong.
I nod my head.
Ricky takes his hand off my mouth but keeps a firm grip on my arms. Bob's hand is still tightly held onto my hair in my hair. My heart is hammering. I'm so afraid. I can feel tears well up in my eyes. What is wrong with me? If Steve were here he would tell me how much of a baby I am and to suck it up. I look up at Randy, not letting the tears fall. I don't cry for help, remembering the threat. I doubt any of the gang would be close enough to hear me anyway. Bob looks into my eyes, smirks and slams my face down onto his knee. My face erupts with agony, I can feel blood flowing from my nose, on my lips and finally dripping of my chin onto the t-shirt I was wearing. It was probably one of my nicest shirts, now it's ruined. He takes his fist and socks me in the stomach a few times. I hear a few cracks. Before I even get the chance to register the pain he pulls my head up to look at him and pull his fist back, as he does I see a ring glisten on his finger before my cheek explodes in pain. Ricky lets go of me as I lurch forward and curl up in a ball cradling my head. The socs kick and punch me for what seems like hours. I feel limp, I can't move. I am in pain. So much pain.
"Bob let's stop and go. Look at him, he's barely moving!" I recognize this voice, a soc from my school. I can't remember who though. The older teens have stopped kicking me now and were waiting for an answer from Bob.
"Alright Bob, let's go. Kid got what he deserved. Being a grease and all" With one final kick to my side, courtesy of Bob they ran to their blue Mustang. The screeching of the tires as they speed off. I lay there. I wanted to scream for help. I tried but nothing came out, I was just too weak. My whole body hurt.
6:10pm
I close my eyes and start to doze off, maybe when I wake up this would all be just a bad dream that Soda's warm arm would protect me from.
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