Alrighty guys, some pretty intense stuff in this chapter, so I'm throwing a trigger warning up here. Just in case. Either way, hope it's alright!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders or any character from S.E Hinton's novel.

Things were getting worse, alright. After Johnny had been jumped, the tension between the Greasers and the Socs was worse than ever. There were constant fights between members of each gang, and Darry made sure that we all knew it was a really bad idea to walk alone. When I started for home one day alone was when I finally realized how stupid I had been to walk home alone; even after I had been advised not to. I was leaving a pool hall and had only gotten a few blocks away when I heard the laughter behind me. The taunting and the name-calling was usually how it started.

"Hey Greaser…"

"Look at her… ugly Greaser chick."

"Looks like she could use a little company, don't you?"

The Socs never much bothered with Grease girls; they did have a reputation to uphold after all. Only Soc girls who were really nasty would ever try anything, heck you'd be more likely to get into a fight with another grease girl! And the most a Soc girl could do was throw insults at you, but that never hurt me. Eventually some of the Soc boys began to throw all care into the wind and began to taunt and corner me sometimes when I was out alone. Normally I'm pretty tough and can take care of myself, but when I was going to be outnumbered any more than two to one… things could get dangerous. They could hold me down, hush me up... It terrified me sometimes if I really thought about it, but I had to never let that show. I had a reputation to uphold too, and that was being a tuff Greaser girl. I didn't look back at them; I couldn't give them the satisfaction. They were walking faster though so they could catch up to me just to give me a hard time.

"Hey Grease!"

One of them threw something at the back of my head; a glass soda bottle. It bounced off my head and shattered on the ground as I spun around to face them.

"Hey, asshole, that hurt!"

They all stopped. There were five of them altogether. Some of them laughed, but the one who threw the bottle was staring at me with the utmost hatred. I knew I shouldn't have sworn like that, but it wasn't fair! They could swear at me and call me names, but as soon as I tried to retaliate, I was labelled the bad guy.

"What did you call me, grease?"

I had already said it once, so I stuck to it.

"I called you an asshole."

The leader of this little pack of Socs looked at his buddies and laughed. Not a laugh of amusement, but one of those eerie laughs that sends shivers up your neck. He lunged forward and shoved me to the ground so quickly I couldn't even react. I felt warm blood dripping down my arm where I fell in the broken glass.

"Are you crazy?!" I half shouted.

He looked back to me and started taking steps towards me after I had stood back up. When he stood right before me he was taller than I was. He looked down at me and said,

"You think you're so tough, don't you grease?"

"Tougher than you'll ever be. Do you even know how to survive without everything being handed to you on a silver platter?"

My insults were weak, and I knew it. Sometimes I just needed to learn to keep my mouth shut. Embarrassment flooded through me, and I wanted to disappear. Somehow my comment seemed to anger the Soc more, and he said,

"If there's something I want, I'll get it myself. By force."

As he said the word 'force' he took a hold of my wrist and gripped so tight I winced in pain.

"Hey come on, man!" I said, fighting to get away.

"You know, I think this greaser needs to learn a lesson!" The pack leader said, "I think we need to teach her how to keep her mouth shut!"

The Soc pushed me and I almost tripped backward,

"Hey, I'm not trying to start any trouble!" I said, "Come on, just let me go. What the hell could you want from me?"

"Oh you'll see, grease."

He and a few of his buddies grabbed my arm and pushed me into an alleyway beside a convenience store and a restaurant. The alley was long and dank and enclosed. There was a large garbage dumpster halfway through the backstreet, and they pushed and shoved me past it so that it slightly covered us from view outside the alley.

"You're disgusting!" I said, "Jumping a girl, are you kidding?! What, you can't take on any guys your size, you bastard?"

"I'll fuck up whoever I want, grease. Beating up guys isn't nearly this fun though…"

He had pushed me up against the wall and was pressed against my body so that I couldn't move. He touched my chin, and I winced. My heart was racing because I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His fingers clamped on my jaw and he pulled my face so I was looking at him.

"You'll keep your mouth shut from now on, trash." He snarled.

He spit on the wall near me; so near that I felt the spittle on my arm. I tried again to escape his grasp, but the more I fussed, the harder he held on. I lifted my foot and stomped down hard on his toes, and he shouted out in pain. In the few seconds he had let go I got away from the wall, but I heard him shout to his buddies,

"Grab her!"

And grab me they did. I felt a pair of hands on each of my arms, and two hands shove me hard on my back so that I was forced down to my knees. With another push I threw out my hands so that my face wouldn't collide with the pavement. I felt my hands sting on contact. There was a kick at my sides and I rolled onto my back, and two Socs had grabbed my arms and held me in place. Another Soc was at my head, and one was watching the alleyway. The leader stood over me, fuming with anger.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson grease. I'll teach you not to mess with us, you little shit."

It was too much now. I knew what could happen here, and I was trapped. I panicked and began to shout out and scream and make as much noise as I can, but as soon as I did they all sprung into action. The two held my arms down, and the one near my head put his hand over my mouth. I viciously moved my head around trying to get his hand away.

"Shut her up, jesus! Use the headband!"

The Soc at my head pulled my bandana off my head and he roughly put it in my mouth and held it behind my head. My eyes were overflowing with tears now as the leader bent down near me and sat on top of my midsection. He took my jaw in his hand again and said,

"Aww, come on now, grease. It won't hurt that badly…"

All of his buddies laughed. He reached down with one hand and hooked it in the waist of my shorts, like he was going to pull them down. With his other hand he was trying to unbuckle his belt. I was in a complete and utter panic. Total meltdown mode. The Soc leaned down while still fighting with his belt buckle and he forcefully kissed me while I squirmed. My discomfort only made them laugh harder. I began to wheeze and scream and cry through the headband, but my noises were muffled. I began to flail every inch of my body that I could trying desperately to get them off. The Soc pulled on my shorts so hard that the button came undone, and just when he went to try and pull them down I heard a lot of noise. Running. Shouting. And suddenly there were two hands grabbing the Soc and pulling him off of me.

With the other Socs jumping up to defend their buddy, the headband came out of my mouth and I screamed in fear. It was them… my saviours. The Greasers. Dally and Darry were the ones handling the leader because they were the angriest. Soda, Steve and Two-Bit were taking on a few of the buddies. Ponyboy and Johnny came running to me and they knelt by my side,

"Bria, are you okay?!" Pony shouted over the noise.

I was crying and still in somewhat of hysterics. I crawled back and sat against the wall, and Johnny and Pony helped me up. I held onto them both like they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My mind was racing, I couldn't believe that had almost happened. I mean, you hear about attacks like that… but you never think that you yourself will be the victim. Pony took my arm,

"Bria, you're bleeding!"

"Bria!" Johnny spoke quietly in my ear, "Bee, are you alright? Come on, talk to me…"

I didn't know what to say. There I was with my hair all a mess and my bandana on the ground, my arm dripping blood and my shorts… my shorts with the button undone and my underwear visible. I was absolutely mortified. All my dignity had disappeared, and without a word I walked through them both further into the alleyway, and I reached down with shaking hands to do up my button again. The boys had chased off the Socs now, and I hoped they had beaten them good. After I did up my shorts, with my whole body shaking I turned back around and saw them all in various parts of the alley staring at me. They all looked somewhat shocked. Nothing of this subject matter had probably ever come up when it was all boys in the gang and they got jumped.

My eyes travelled to each of their faces; Soda, Steve and Two-Bit looking stunned. Darry looking angry, but edging back towards concerned. Ponyboy looked shocked and scared. Johnny looked terrified for me, but was also probably thinking about when he got jumped as well. Dally looked furious; so furious that his face was turning red. Darry was the first one to start walking towards me, and they all followed him.

Ugh, poor Bria. Please read and review if you wish! I love to hear what you guys think. :) Next chapter coming soon.