I was lying on the floor, staring fearfully up at the two looming bodies. The one closest to me, pinning me down, had lustful eyes. The other one was nervous, as if unsure to join or run. Those nervous eyes watched as my body was violated, unable to turn away.

Those nervous eyes were identical to the ones staring at him now.

"You're…" I gasped, eyes wide. My body shook vigorously. Was he here too? I spun around, still keeping an eye on the Soc. I didn't find anyone, but the gang jogged up behind me, instantly tensing up when they laid eyes on the Soc.

"What do you want? You're in our territory," Steve growled, hands slowly curling into fists.

The Soc stepped back raising his hands. "I came to apologize!"

"Apologize to whom?" Darry asked, eyes narrating. The Soc pointed to me, nervous eyes turning sad. The gang all looked at me. I shrank back, whipping away the tears that I didn't know were falling. I could feel the murderous auras radiating from the gang.

The Soc's eyes never left me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know he would do that. I-I didn't know what to do, I was scared. I'm so sorry." The Soc looked horrible and miserable like he has been up every night since what had happened.

"Wait! What happened?"

"He… He hasn't told any of you?" The Soc's eyes left me for a second to scan the eyes of the gang. His eyes flickered back to mine and I shook my head.

"No…" I whispered, pleaded, for him to not tell, but my pleads seemed to be unheard; unreached.

"I'm sorry but they have to know. It… It will get worse if they don't…"

"Please…"

"You know, I watched him and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't move until I was told by my friend to do so. I wanted to stop it but I couldn't. Oh god, I'm so sorry. Your screams and cries… I still hear them, haunting me. I just want forgiveness for watching you get—"

"If you tell, I won't ever forgive you," I finally said.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, looking helpless. "You need to tell them, Grease. They can help. He might come back for you." My breath caught in my throat, fingers digging into my wrists until I could feel a sharp pain. I shrank farther back, away from everybody.

A hand touched my shoulder and I stumbled away from it. "Don't touch me!" I screamed. "I don't want anyone to touch me."

"Ponyboy, what happened?" Soda pressed, putting his hand back down.

My body was shuttering somewhat bad. I couldn't breathe, my head and chest went numb but it felt like my body was being stabbed a thousand times. I had to do this. I don't want to be touched again. I tried to utter my words but all that came out was choked gasps.

"It's okay, Ponyboy…" Johnny whispered to me.

I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to calm down but the world was becoming a dizzy blur. My knees buckled from under me and I soon found myself meeting the ground. My name was called over and over but all I could concentrate fully on was the white noise. The white noise kept getting louder and louder. It hurt so much. I think I screamed at one point. Then as fast as it came, it ended. It was like I haven't been through what I had. I was still standing, though my legs felt like jelly. It felt as though I had woken up from a nightmare—a nightmare that led to another nightmare.

"It's okay. It's okay," Soda soothed

"I don't want him to come back…" I whimpered.

"He won't come back if you tell us what happened."

"I was raped. I-I was raped. Please don't let him touch me again." It was silent and I thought they hated me, were disgusted with me. "Please don't hate me."

Soda went to hug me but stopped. Oh god, he was disgusted with me. I didn't dare look into anyone's eyes. I started to back away, farther away from them. They were all at loss of words. Of course they would hate me. I should have taken my chances. They think I'm too dirty to be with them. They want me gone. I kept backing up until someone screamed," Watch out!" There was a loud, long honk before my body felt like it was being crushed, like every bit of my body was being torn to pieces. Everything went black.

The first thing I heard were steady beeps when I came too. My eyes opened weakly, unable to open completely. My vision was a white blur and everything hurt like my body was on fire. I could barely move. My throat and lips were dryer than the Sahara Desert.

When my vision cleared, they fell upon a body at my side. Johnny was lying his head near my legs with a thick cast wrapped around it. I scanned my body. Most of it was bandaged up and I didn't know why. Why was I like this? The heart monitor started to I was just… telling the gang what had happened to me… then I was here. I told them. They probably was so disgusted with me that they hit me enough to forget a part of my memory. Then why was Johnny here?

Right when I thought that, Johnny stirred, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. His attention instantly went to me. "You're finally awake." Johnny said, surprised and excited. It was beyond me why he was excited. I couldn't answer. Johnny slowly reached up towards my face and I flinched back, wincing at the pain. "Sorry," Johnny flinched, he took off the air mask then grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand, holding it up to me. I tried to raise my arms but they were weighed down by the casts. Johnny, looking sad now, brought the tips to my lips. The water trickled down my dry throat, it sort of stung but was a relief. The glass was empty before I knew it.

"What are you doing here?" I croaked.

He looked confused. "Why wouldn't I be here?"

"Aren't you disgusted by me?"

"No, I'm not and the gang feels the same. We don't hate you or feel revolted by you."

A huge wave of relief washed over me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was speechless. After an awkward silence I spoke again. "What happened to me?"

Again, emotion changed in his eyes. Fear was evident in his eyes. "You stepped onto the road and a car came. It hit you. You're body rolled over and flung off. There was so much blood."

"How long have I been out?"

"A month."

"A month? Where's everyone else?"

"We're taking turns waiting for you to wake up and I'm glad you did. I need to tell them." Johnny stood up from the chair and opened up the door, heading out. He was only gone for a minute before heading back in with a doctor.

The doctor smiled when he saw me and muttered, "Fantastic." The doctor inspected me, looking me up and down. He went through the drawers before taking out a thermometer. He plopped it in my mouth, putting a hand on my forehead. After a minute, he checked my temperature. "Your body's exhausted, hardly keeping awake as of right now. Your temperature has gone up significantly. You need sleep."

"Don't want any more sleep." Even then I could feel my eyelids drooping like I haven't slept in ages.

"If you want to get out of here, you need sleep. Your family will be here when you wake up."

I don't remember falling asleep. I just remember waking up to a nightmare.

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