Hey! Ok here is chapter 10! ohh so exsiding. ok so in this chapter theres some sexual content, just thought i should put that out there and trust me it aint a lot but didn't want anyone to flip on me :) Well I really hope you like it and Yes there will be kissing I wont tell who but their will be (eventually)! I hope you love it! and thank you so much to all the people who commet and favorite this story or me as an author it means a ton! Mrs. Hinton owns these amazing boys 3 hope you enjoy...
The white guy walked back into the room after being gone for quite some time. "Taken care of." He said in a almost threatening voice.
"We gone start breaking her in now or what?" Asked the black guy. "Fuckin' hell yeah, Herman," Said the White guy. Herman grabbed my shirt and completely shredded it off. I would take turns starring at each guy as they inspected my body.
Herman seemed to have more dominance between the two, and I wasn't too surprised when he pulled out a knife and cut of my shorts. Herman slipped one finger in, moving it around. I was beyond cringing right now. I blocked everything out; turned off every single emotion I had, bottled everything up and just stared blankly in to space; refusing to give them the pleasure of knowing what they were doing would scare me for years to come.
Lights came through the window. The large hand came out of my body. The two men began to consider what they should do. Within seconds, they both decided they were not going down. Herman grabbed a gun and the white guy grabbed a hand gun.
"You stay fucking quiet, you hear?" Said the white guy quietly. I nodded trying to hold a blank expression. Something in my gut was telling me I was safe, so I trusted it. A few seconds later we heard car doors close. Herman and the white guy crouched down next to the front window. We heard muffled whispering and the front door flew open, revealing three shadowed men holding guns. I heard the click of the gun, a revolver I believe, being loaded and pointed right towards the men who almost raped me. I recognized the scent that to anybody else would have been a warning, but to me it was a blessing. Cologne, smoke, cigarettes, and hair grease. I tensed up, knowing this would be one interesting night. At any other moment I would have been embarrassed to be almost fully naked in front of "my boys," but right now I was so glad I didn't even notice. "Drop your weapons." It was Darry; a much darker, more intimidating Darry, but Darry nonetheless. Neither men did.
"No. Kid, I think you best be the one dropin' your weapon." Herman said, standing up and pointing his gun towards the group of boys. "Fuck! I'm fed up with this shit let her go, and maybe I won't blow your brains out." Dallas said, obviously tense and frustrated; no one held doubt that Dallas wasn't bluffing.
"Well you got us scared shitless kid, now how do you want to do this?" Herman asked.
"Like this?" the white guy asked. The gun fired into the night everyone froze immediately checking themselves over, and making sure nothing was wrong. The other greaser I still had not identified jumped up and ran over to the white guy grabbed the gun, fought a little, and clocked the guy square in the head. The white guy dropped to the ground, still conscious but not by much. Dallas and Darry took a quick look at each other before Dallas ran over to the black guy and started brawling it out. Darry came to my aid and inspected the handcuffs I wore. "The black guy, Darry, he has the key." I said quietly. Darry nodded, and began to walk towards the white guy, but tapped Tim Sheppard on the shoulder, who at the moment was beating the shit out of the white guy. I saw them whisper and soon Tim followed Darry. Darry placed his hand on Dally's chest using force to push him back. For a moment Dally complied, but was about to go back when Tim grabbed Dal's shoulders.
"Wait." Tim said. Darry knelt down to the bloody face of Herman.
"Where are the keys?" No reason was in Darry's voice.
"Front pocket Darry! Front pocket!" My voice was sounding raspy, and sleep wanted to consume my mind and body, but I refused. Darry reached into the front pocket and searched for the keys. While all the focus was on Darry and Herman, the white guy stood up, grabbed the gun that was knocked out of his hands, and focused in on his shot. I stared at him. He was swaying back and forth for a moment; I was sure he was going to topple over, but he didn't. He pulled the trigger stopping all the movement in the room. A sharp pain entered my upper thigh. My adrenalin was pumping hard, the shot never fully registered with my mind. My leg felt cool at first, but heat soon filled its place. I felt the pain when I tried to move a muscle. Dallas threw himself on top of that guy, and repeatedly punched him square in the face. All be damn if I have ever seen anyone punch that hard. The warm touch of skin on my wrist shifted my gaze from Dally to Darry, who had unlocked the first cuff, and was now on the second. "Are you ok?" He asked, genuinely concerned. I nodded my head, forgetting about my leg. He moved down to my left ankle. He grabbed my ankle and quickly let go. He glanced at the warm red liquid running down my leg, and on his hand. "I thought you said you were okay." He said almost angry.
"Darry, I'll be fine, just get me the hell out of here!" He wasn't about to object to that.
"Tim, Dally! We got to get outta here!" Both dropped the men they were beating, well, Dally gave one last kick to the ribs of the white guy. Darry picked me up bridal style in his arms as Tim pushed us out the door. Tim ran around to the driver's seat, while Darry hopped in the bed of the truck with me still in his arms. Dal followed our lead. Tim drove us down a few miles and through a few strange roads before finally stopping on an empty street, next to an aged street lamp.
Dallas hopped out and unhooked the bed door. Darry laid me down in the bed and hopped out as well. Everyone walked around the bed although some just stood. "Karley?" Asked a small voice I couldn't have been happier to hear.
"Paige!" I threw my arms around her and hugged her tight. "Thank you. Thank you." I whispered in her ear. "Paige you saved my life." I looked around at all the faces. "You all did." I said honestly. "Thank you." I whispered looking at Dally, who hadn't taken his eyes off of me. "Can someone get me cloth or something?" Darry said, putting pressure on my wound.
"Here," Tim said, pulling an old rag out of the back seat.
"Dal, you got a blade?" questioned Darry. Dallas nodded and flipped it out. Darry opened it and cut a small line going horizontal across his stomach an inch above the hem. He gave Dal the blade back, grabbed and ripped last inch of fabric from the bottom. He tied the fabric on my upper thigh and tied it tight. "Someone sit in the back with Karley and hold pressure on the cut," Darry said while hopping into the driver's seat.
"Wait, can I have some clothes or something?" I asked. I had noticed wondering eyes upon my body and was feeling self-conscience. Dallas rolled his eyes, and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He lifted it up reveling defined abs and small tuffs of hair on his chest. My eyes explored his body as his did mine. Dal and I looked at each other not knowing what the other was feeling. He handed me the white muscle shirt I pulled it on; luckily it covered most of me. "Thanks." He nodded. He grabbed my legs and looped his arm around my waist. He easily picked me up and slid me into the back seat. I leaned my back against the door and sighed. Paige noticed and smiled.
"Here," she said, pulling my legs over her lap. I held the cloth like I was told but it was warm and wet I knew I was losing more blood by the second and tried to calm myself down. The rate my heart was beating wasn't helping matters. I pulled Dally's shirt closer, knowing the smell would come to. I knew why my heart was beating fast and it wasn't because of the pain.
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