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Sabrina's POV

"AHHHH!" I screamed loudly and within five seconds everyone but Johnny, of course, was in my room.

"What's wrong?" Darry asked protectively.

"There's a spider on my pillow!" I screeched and Rox came up and slapped me a good one upside the head.

"Really? Come on Sabrina," Rox said exasperated, "You honestly need to get over this fear."

"Yeah, come on, we thought you were hurt or something!" Darry scolded as most of the others left the room. Rox grabbed a piece of paper off my dresser and made the spider run on it before she followed the others out.

"I'm sorry…" I said softly, not really meaning it. Darry just shook his head at me.

"Next time just walk out of the room and come get one of us. Don't scream about it, understand?" He asked and I nodded. "Alright then, let's go back to the kitchen with the others."

Rox's POV

Really, a freakin' spider! My dirty blonde haired best friend was always a bit loopy but come on! Yet, in all honestly I couldn't blame her. I was scared half to death of the bleachers at school, and her brown eyes held the same fear when we ran into her room as my blue ones did whenever I had to sit on said bleachers. Falling off practically the top of the bleachers in third grade and almost breaking your arm isn't the tuffest thing ever. Sure, the bleachers at my school now weren't the same one's I fell off of in third grade but still…any bleachers provoked my fear.

I walked through the living room, looking at Johnny in my peripheral vision. I think my heart broke again, if that's even possible. I walk outside and place the piece of paper on the porch so the spider can get off at any time and I walk back inside. The gang's still in the kitchen, talking about who knows what, but I can hear Two-Bit's laugh resounding through the house. At least they're back to normal for the moment. Just then, as I'm about to head into the kitchen, Johnny moans and opens his eyes. He tries to sit up but I rush over to him and push him back down gently.

"Don't get up," I said softly. He looks at me with those beautiful black eyes and I feel my heart trying to piece itself back together.

"I'm at the Cutis' ain't I?" He asked his voice even softer than my own.

"Yeah," I said to him picking up the wash cloth off his forehead and just holding it.

"When'd ya'll find me?"

"We found you when you were on the steps before your dad," I said that last word with as much venom as I could muster, "Started hittin' you with that two-by-four."

"Ya'll were there?"

"Yeah, did you not hear Sabrina? She talked to you and then when I messed with the stab wound in your leg you groaned."

"No, I don't remember anything past getting kicked down the stairs," he paused for a second, "Wait… I also remember a searing pain…but other than that nothin'."

I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, "That was probably me pulling that knife outta your leg."

"Oh," was all he said in response. I put my hand against his forehead and felt that it was quite warm, warmer than it should be.

"You've gotta fever," I mumbled softly as I got up to go rinse the wash cloth out again, "Stay put." I added when he attempted to sit up. I walked into the kitchen and rinsed the wash cloth quickly.

"So, how's Johnny doing now?" Darry asked.

"He's up," I replied simply, "But he has a bit of a fever."

"Can we go see him? Is he gonna live Doctor Winston?" Two-Bit asked in a fake sad voice. Everyone laughed a bit…Two-Bit really knew how to take the tension out of a room.

"Yeah, ya'll can go see him. Just don't hover real close…he does need to breathe once in a while." I replied as I walked back into the living room. I kneeled down next to Johnny again and patted the cloth on his forehead. The guys came in and kinda circled around, Darry sat in his recliner, Soda, Steve, Pony, Two-Bit, and Sabrina on the floor, and Dallas standing.

"How ya doing kid?" Dallas asked Johnny.

"Fine," Johnny murmured back. Now that Johnny was out of immediate danger I was getting pissed. Most of it was centered on his fucking good for nothing (except making the sweetest guy ever) parents, but a little bit actually was centered at me. I mean, I really shouldn't have let him go home today, I'd had a bad feeling but I let him go. I was seriously contemplating whether the guys would kick my sorry ass if I went and kicked some Socs' balls in.

"Hey baby sis? Hello, Rox? ROX!" Oh crap…I zoned out again.

"Who? What? When? Where? Why?" I said while shaking my head trying to get the previous thoughts out of my head. Dallas was the one that was talking before and he was looking at me funny, well actually everyone was looking at me funny. As I said before I zoned out a lot but that didn't mean the gang was used to it.

"You ok Rox?" Soda asked and I nodded. I felt Johnny's forehead again and seeing that it was better I decided to go on a run to clear my head. I stood up and stretched and headed for the door.

"I'm goin' on a run. I'll be back by dark." I said as I ran out the door. It was June 14, so it didn't get too dark too fast. Also, it was only about seven thirty…I had loads of time.

I ran/walked for about thirty minutes, thinking over different things and heading in only one direction: the west side. I really didn't give a shit if the guys got mad at me; I HAD to blow off some steam. I didn't have to go far, a few streets into Soc territory I saw three guys starting to follow me. Time to have some fun… I thought as I turned into a dead-end alleyway. I got to the end and spun around to face the three boys. They looked to be about Dallas' age; one had light brown hair, another had dark brown hair, and the last had dirty blonde hair….they were all butt ugly though.

"Hey baby. What's a girl like you doing here?" The one with light brown hair asked. He wasn't drunk and I don't think the others were either…good that would make it so much more fun.

"Wait…" the blonde haired one said slowly, "She's that Winston broad!"

"Wow, so ya'll aren't as stupid as you look…amazing," I taunted laughing at the boys. The funniest thing was that every teen guy in Tulsa knew about my boots and what they could do, but no one paid attention to them until I used them.

"Shut up bitch," the dark brown haired one said, "Now, if you don't want any trouble you'll come with us."

"Yeah…" I said walking up to them with my best sexy walk. I came right up to the blonde haired one and smiled flirtatiously. He smiled at me and put his hand on my butt.

"You made the right choice girly…I can't wait to get started." He whispered roughly. He leaned down for a kiss but never made it to my lips... he was on the ground doubled over in pain in two seconds flat.

"Don't call me girly." I threatened looking over at the other two guys. The light brown haired one charged but I made quick work of him. Unfortunately though, the dark brown haired guy was able to get a good hit to my jaw. I spit and turned to him and whipped out my pocket knife. Yes, I said pocket knife….Dallas wouldn't let me have a blade. I'd roll my eyes right now if the situation wasn't so attention demanding. The guy pulled out his blade and looked at me long and hard. I smiled sweetly before acting like I was going to slice his head and really kicking him hard in the groin. When he hit the ground with the others I smiled real wide and put away my pocket knife. As I walked out of the alley and headed back to the Curtis' I looked up at the sky. It was pitch black…shit.

Eventually I got to the Cutis' house and looked through the window secretly. Darry was sitting in his chair reading, Johnny was sitting up on the couch talking to Dallas (who had a pissed look on his face and I mean a worse one than usual), Ponyboy was curled up in the corner reading a book, Steve and Soda were in the kitchen having an arm wrestling match, Two-Bit was sprawled out on the floor asleep, and finally Sabrina was asleep with her head on Two-Bit's stomach. I gathered up what courage I had and opened the door quietly but it didn't help any. Everyone turned my way and most of them had surprised looks on their faces.

"Uhh, hey guys." I said as I smiled and waved dumbly.

"Where the hell have you been Rox?" Dallas demanded. If I wasn't so scared of my big brother at that moment I would've made a crack about him sounding like Darry.

"I was out for a run like I said before," I replied simply.

"Are you ok?" Johnny asked softly and I nodded.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just a bruise, I'll be a-ok by morning." I replied while heading for the kitchen to get the ice pack.

"You said you'd be home by dark. Do you know how long ago the sun set? Well it was two hours ago, kiddo. Where were you?" Dallas demanded. Again, I thought he sounded an awful lot like Darry did when he was wailing on Sabrina and Ponyboy but I said nothing about that. I walked back into the living room and sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Dallas next to Johnny.

"I went a bit west…" I stated and hissed a bit at the end because I pressed the ice pack to my jaw.

"WHAT? GOD BLESS AMERICA, ROX!" Dallas yelled exasperated. The gang said nothing, none of them, not even Darry, liked to mess with Dallas when he was mad like that.

"Relax Dallas…there was only three of them." I said and he looked at me with an incredulous look, like he couldn't believe his kid sister could kick ass. Well, I always hated to burst his bubble but this country girl could take care of herself. Dallas gave me one last fleeting glance before walking out the door, mumbling something about going to Buck's. I decided it was time for me to head home too so I said my goodnights and walked home. Little did I know that tonight was going to be the worst night of my life.