Hey guys!
So this is chapter two of my Outsiders fanfic! I know I said it would only be a one-shot in the first chapter, but I loved writing it so much, I couldn't help but write a second!
I really hope you guys enjoy reading, so please comment! I always love to see what you think about my work.
As always, I do not own the Outsiders characters. I only own Ally and Lou Maddox, the rest belong to S.E. Hinton!
Enjoy!
RavenclawCookie
Running. I'd never been in a situation like this before; not in my whole life. The sound of shrieking police sirens buzzed in my ears and tears clouded my vision as the wind whipped past me. I had wanted to stay - wanted to tell them the truth but Two-Bit had told me to run. I should never have gotten caught up in all this. But if I hadn't, I would never have met Two-Bit. What would they end up doing to him? I couldn't think, not now. The only thing I could thing of was the spurts of pain shooting up my thighs as I bolted down the blackened street. My dress fluttered out behind me and my ash-blonde hair swept black clean off my agonised face. This had started out as a normal date with Two-Bit, and now I was running for possibly my life. My heart told me to turn back and stand at Two-Bit's side...but my body kept running. There was nothing I could do.
Nothing.
The heavens suddenly burst open and rain streams down my face, blurring my vision, so much so that I slam into something...or someone. Hard. My head swims, and I fall to the ground with a dull thud. My forehead smacks painfully against the ground with a sickening crunch; a trickle of crimson liquid meanders down my cheek and lands upon my tongue. The rusty taste of blood fills my mouth, so sour, so strong that the urge to vomit rises in my throat, but dies as quickly as it comes. My vision seems to blur, I could see figures standing above me, hear their voices in my ear. What are they saying? I just don't know. The floor, the cold liquid lying dormant upon it's black-ice-like surface seeping through my sky-blue cardigan, biting my skin, seemed to shake beneath me. I'm blacking out, I thought. The earth swirled around me and I fell into the darkness...
Then nothing but blackness fills my mind.
Two-Bit kissed me softly as we stood together on the porch in front of Darry, Sodapop and Ponyboy's house. My eyes fluttered shut as they always did when he kissed me. I succumbed to the blissful feeling, my hand clenching the arm of his leather jacket. We broke apart and I swear, my head was spinning!
"Alright, ready?" Two-Bit said, cocking an eyebrow at me uncertainly.
"O' course," I grinned, pushing my sunshine-yellow hair from my eyes as I looked into his dancing grey ones. "why on earth wouldn't I be?"
Two-Bit shrugged his broad shoulders as he looked down at me. We were barely a week into our relationship and I already felt more connected to him than I had to anyone in my whole life. "I don' know," He said. "I know you've kinda met all the guys before, but believe me, it's a lot different when we're all together." A grin spread across his humorous features, a grin that made my heart throb longingly in my chest. Glory, he was perfect!
I mimicked him, cocking my eyebrow at him skeptically. "Oh really?" I said with a smirk.
"You bet, missy." He chuckled softly, flinging his arm around me before dragging me up the steps. He rapped his knuckles (which still bore the scars from the rumble against us Socs him and the other greasers had taken part in just over a month ago) upon the rickety doorframe. Within seconds, the door swung open and Ponyboy stood there, a wide grin on his boyish face. His green-grey eyes glittered in the moonlight. It had been the first time I'd seen him smile since I first met him that fateful night at the movie theatre (the same night I met my Two-Bit).
"Hey Two-Bit!" He cried, "We were just havin' dinner! Come right in." He closed the door behind us as Two-Bit pulled me into the room. Despite being in a greaser house, I was dressed especially Soc-like tonight. 'Dressed to impress' Two-Bit had cackles when he had first picked me up in his Plymouth; a sky-blue Cardigan was draped across my shoulders, it's soft sleeves dangling beside my torso, which was clad in a long, flowing navy dress. It billowed out at the middle, enhancing the shape of my waist (or at least I hoped!).
"Hey Ally, you joinin' us for dinner, I take it?" Ponyboy asked cheerfully, turning to me.
"Why yes I am, if that's okay with you guys?" I asked, as politely as possible.
"Sure is, I'll go tell Darry, he won't mind a bit!" He said, almost bounding into the kitchen.
"Blimey, I ain't seen Pony this happy since before him and Johnny killed that Soc." Two-Bit said, beaming, slipping his hands casually into the pockets of his frayed jeans.
I looked at him and smiled softly, "Perhaps he's really startin' to let himself go a little bit. He needs to find happiness, especially after all that's happened."
He leaned close to me, his thin lips brushing my already scarlet cheek. "I know, baby, it's all gonna be okay. For all of us." He murmured.
Just then, Pony's brother Darry ambled into the room, followed shortly by Sodapop. Glory, that boy was handsome! Not quite as handsome as my Two-Bit, however. Some of the girls I hung round with would have called me crazy if I'd have voiced that thought aloud at school, but I didn't give a hang.
I looked at Darry and gave him a nervous smile. His electric-blue eyes -like shards of ice- seemed to bore into my very soul. His black shirt outlined the bulging muscles of his torso. He was a hard-worker, that was plain to see. He had to provide for his brothers as if they were his children. I can't imagine my brother Lou having to provide for me if my parent's passed. I repressed a shudder at the thought.
"Lord, Darry!" Two-Bit cried at the sight of Darry. "Did that shirt shrink in the wash or somethin'?" He said, cackling as his eyes fell upon Darry's shirt.
"Shut your trap, Two-Bit," Darry ordered sharply, rolling his hard eyes exasperatedly. His eyes travelled across before landing on me. I shrank under his gaze. He sure was scary. "Hey Ally, it's great that you and Two-Bit are together, though I'm not sure how you put up with him."
I giggled into the sleeve of my Cardigan and Two-Bit shot me a look, which quickly turned into one of amusement. I'm not sure what it was, but Two-Bit seemed to love it when I laugh. His own laugh was like music to my ears; I guess that's something we both have in common.
"We're dinin' on chicken tonight, Lady Ally!" Sodapop said graciously, pretending to bow low, a wide grin across his handsome face. I knew he was joking, but pretended to skip over to the table and allowed him to draw up a chair for me. I grinned at him, trying my best not to blush at the same time.
Two-Bit drew up a chair clumsily beside me, giving Sodapop a warning look. "Oi, watch it there, Soda, or you'll be lookin' for a fight." He said, dropping into his seat beside me and raising a fist threateningly.
"Cut it out, Two-Bit." Darry said on his way into the kitchen.
Two-Bit broke into immediate peels of laughter. "Only kiddin' super-Soda!" He cried, ruffling Sodapop's golden hair, which was perfectly greased.
Sodapop wriggled out of Two-Bit's reach. "Damn it, Two-Bit!" He whined, patting and flattening his hair as carefully as he could. "Look here what you did to my hair!" His hands slid through the thick layer of hair grease upon those golden strands, trying best to direct them back to their usual style. "Hey Darry! Where's the hair grease?" He called, stomping over to the mirror angrily. It was clear that Soda took great pride in his hair.
"In the bathroom!" Darry called back carelessly, too preoccupied with the dinner for anything else. These guys had it rough here, without their parents. I felt a pang of guilt for the three brothers and leant my head on Two-Bit's shoulder, my blond hair cascading down his jacket in golden waves.
Two-Bit's hand found mine under the table. "You okay, baby?" He whispered in my ear, making me giggle. He chuckled along with me.
"Yeah, o' course I am. I'm with you." I replied, trying not to blush.
Two-Bit laughed softly, differing from his usual bark of laughter. "Baby, you are just too sweet," He smirked. "Hey, you know somethin'? I think this is the first time I've actually sat down and had a proper dinner with Soda, Pony and Darry. Us guys usually just walk around the house eatin' whatever we can get our paws on!" He cracked up, his face creasing into a mask of laughter.
I snickered just as Darry came in with a steaming plate of the most delicious chicken I've ever seen. The rich smell filled my nostrils and I inhaled delightedly. Darry sure could cook!
We all sat down for dinner, eating ravenously and stuffing our faces with chicken. I didn't leave a single bite left on my plate; I was extremely temped to lick it clean, it was so delicious! Plus, manners wouldn't have mattered, judging by the way the other boys were eating.
"Thanks for the amazin' food, Darry." I said gratefully once finished.
"Yeah, Darry, thanks a bunch!" Two-Bit cut in, bearing his trademark grin. He stood up, taking my hand in his. "I think we'll be off now. Thanks fellas!"
"No problem, Two-Bit." Darry replied, nibbling on the last of his chicken.
"See y'all later!" Ponyboy chirped, smiling. "Thanks for comin' Ally!"
I gave him a beaming smile of gratitude. "T'was my pleasure, Ponyboy." I said, before allowing Two-Bit to lead me out of the door. The cold night air hit me with a relentless force. Two-Bit selflessly shrugged off his jacket and draped it across my shoulders, after catching my teeth chattering. He placed an arm around my shoulder, and I inhaled his musky scent. He had smelled far less like alcohol lately, but I never bugged him if he had a drink; he was fun when he was drunk, just like he was when he was sober.
We must have walked miles, because before we knew it, the sun was setting upon the other side of town. I realised we were in my territory - the Socs. Two-Bit and I wandered into the park, are hands entwined in a tight bond. We came to a halt beside the swings (which were coated in rust from too much use) and Two-Bit's hand drifted to my cheek. He lowered his lips to mine, his grey eyes twinkling like the stars that were just beginning to peek out from the clouds above. His hand found my waist and rested there. My hand perched itself comfortably on the back of his neck as I felt his lips tighten eagerly around mine. He deepened the kiss ever so slightly, and I was in absolute heaven. His tongue glided across mine momentarily before the roar of an engine filled my ears. We broke apart and whirled round simultaneously. A pair of headlights blinded us and my heart hammered in my chest as I caught a glimpse of a mustang. Bottle-green in colour. It belonged to my brother, Lou.
Oh Lord, I thought, my heart in my mouth. What in God's name was he doing here?
"Who the hell are these idiots?" Two-Bit snapped, glaring as my brother and his friends stumbled out of the car.
"I-It's my brother." I stammered, rushing forward to confront Lou. He stank of liquor. I could barely breath as I got near him. This sure wasn't like him! "Lou, what are you doing here?" I hissed under my breath.
"So, you're the filthy greaser who's tryin' to get off my with my little sister?" Lou slurred, pushing past me towards Two-Bit. Oh Glory, I thought, this can't be good.
Two-Bit's hand twitched, longing to snatch something from his back pocket, but his eyes flickered to me and allowed his hand to fall limp to his side. "And who are you to tell her who she can and can't date? I'm better for her than any o' you clowns!" Two-Bit retorted.
Lou took an unsteady step towards Two-Bit. This was so unlike him...he never drank usually, and he had always been there for me before. What the hell was wrong with him?
"You got a problem, Grease?" Lou snarled, his fists clenching. I couldn't believe him. My eyes darted to the rings glimmering on his finger and my heart seemed to skip a beat. I had to stop this.
"Lou," I growled under my breath. "Stay away from us. Go home, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."
Lou ignored me once again. He shoved me roughly into another Soc, a tall guy I'd never seen my brother hang round with before.
"Don't you dare touch her!" Two-Bit yelled, yanking the switchblade from his back pocket. My breath caught in my throat but was cut off as the tall Soc through his hand across my mouth to silence me. I struggled under his grip, but he just wouldn't let go! I watched helplessly as my brother -or whoever he was, he certainly wasn't my brother- and the other Socs advanced on Two-Bit.
"Two-Bit, no!" I managed to shriek, kicking every inch of the Soc I could reach. There was flurry of movement as the Socs pounced on Two-Bit, who fell to the ground. Lou drew back a punch and hit Two-Bit squarely in the face. I felt as if a blow had struck me, too. As much as Two-Bit was good in a fight, he couldn't hold out against a pack of Socs this big.
I heard a yelp of pain and knew it was Two-Bit. He was being beaten, and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it. The tall Soc held me in his iron grip which I couldn't break free from. I kept struggling but was exhausted. My limbs ached and yet he still held me! I watched with anguish as Lou -my own brother, my flesh and blood- drew back his fist and rammed it into Two Bit's side, his rings sinking deep into Two-Bit's skin. I wanted to save him. Glory, I did. But I was helpless.
Before I knew it, the Socs were scattering, standing back to admire their work. I managed to break free of the Soc's grip and dropped to my knees beside Two-Bit. Golly, I sure did not want to look at what those idiots had done to my Two-Bit. He was still wielding his switchblade weakly, which was splattered with crimson and I knew he's managed to catch one of them.
"Baby?" I whispered as I got closer. I could hear the Socs guffawing in the background. I sure wanted to give them a punch right about then.
Two-Bit groaned softly and turned to me. I low moan escaped my throat at his appearance. A huge gash stretched across his forehead, blood gushing relentlessly from the wound. His face was covered in numerous brides and his shirt was splattered with scarlet.
"Oh God," I whispered, tears spilling over my lashes and down my cheeks. "What have they done to you?"
Suddenly, the piercing sound of police sirens filled my ears. Here come the fuzz, I thought worriedly. "Two-Bit, we have to go!" I hissed urgently, trying to lift him from the damp ground. The Socs were closing in on us once again.
But Two-Bit wouldn't budge. He couldn't if he tried. He was beat. "Ally, run. Or the fuzz'll hall you in too if the Socs tell it like it is. I don't want you to get caught up in this." He croaked.
I shook my head. I would end up getting tied up in this anyway, whether I liked it or not. "No." I sobbed stubbornly.
"You have to," He replied, his own voice becoming stubborn, matching my own. "GO!" He cried. The police were here. I didn't know what to do. I pressed my lips to his. I wanted to say something to him, but words failed me. I ran, just as the fuzz strolled over to the group of Socs.
So, that's where I was left: running, trying the whole time to turn back but having no option. Lights fade, and before I know it, I have fallen into complete darkness, Two-Bit's torn face swirling through my mind.