This story contains scenes of sexual assault. If you feel uncomfortable, feel free to not read this.

This is a re-write of A Broken Wing. Original Characters belong to S. E. Hinton. Bexley and Roy belong to me.

I don't usually feel comfortable with working with this subject matter, but I wanted to give Bexley a character arc.

(Tuesday, 7:20 AM)

"Time to get up, school days," Soda called to his younger siblings. Bexley and Ponyboy were still asleep. Soda was pleased that they were able to finally get some much-needed sleep.

As much as he hated to wake them up, they still had to go to school. The middle Curtis walked over to the bed and sat down on it. "Guys, c'mon, you two. You gotta get up," Soda said, shaking their shoulders.

Soda sat on Bexley's bed, causing the old bed to creak under his weight. "Soda?" Bexley moaned, using a balled-up fist to rub the sleep out of her eyes. "Yeah, it's me," Soda said, ruffling her messy hair.

"Stahp it..." she grumbled, pushing his hand away. She used her hands to push herself up. "Let's wake Pony up," Soda said with an impish grin.

Bexley swung her legs from the bed and quietly pushed herself up to her feet. Whoever was last to wake up would end up getting tickled, which was usually a last tactic.

"Wakey-wakey!" Soda laughed, tickling up and down Pony's ribs, making the young boy smile. "Here comes the tickle monster! Save yourself!" Bexley said, tickling his sides.

"Okay, I'm up! Hahaha!" he said in between laughs. "That's what we thought," Soda said, rubbing his baby brother's head. Ponyboy got out of bed. "Who's getting the shower first?" Bexley said.

"Me!" the three siblings shout at the same time before racing to the bathroom. Soda beats them to the bathroom. "Hey! No fair, Soda!" Ponyboy called.

"Gotta be on your toes, man," Soda said with a laugh from the other side of the door. "Yeah, keep laughin', Sodapop! See what happens," Bexley called, walking to the kitchen.

Darry was in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready. "Morning, Dar." Bexley said, walking to the fridge to get the juice out of the fridge. "Morning. Bex. Where are Soda and Pony?" the eldest Curtis brother asked, cooking some eggs.

"Soda got to the shower before Pony or I. We kinda raced there." Bexley said, getting glasses out of the cupboard and setting them on the table.

Darry chuckled at this as he brought the eggs to the table, pouring it in each plate. "Is there any gravy?" Bexley asked. "Yeah, right here," Darry said, pouring some white gravy on Bexley's eggs, just the way she likes it .

After Soda came out, he was dressed for work, his hair was greased back. "Have any of you seen my shoes?" he asked, looking for his shoes.

"You gotta keep up with your shoes, Sodapop." Darry sighed, "We can't afford new ones for you," "They're under the

couch. I put them there for you to find," Bexley said, pointing over to the couch.

Soda runs to the couch and reached underneath it to grab his shoes. "You're a lifesaver, Bexley!" Soda laughed, sitting on the couch to slip his shoes on.

"I'm not helping ya again if you lose them," Bexley said, in between bites. "Aw, Bexley, have a heart," Soda said, walking back to the table and ruffling her hair.

"Stahp it!" she cried out, cracking a smile at her brother's playful gesture. After Ponyboy finished taking his shower,

Bexley went to take hers.

After she took hers, she got this weird feeling that something was gonna happen. The thought bothered her. It was a sick and twisted thought.

She pushed it to the back of her mind when she walked out of the bathroom, all ready for school. Just as she walked into the living room, Two-Bit and Steve walked in the front door.

"'Ello Curtis's!" Two-bit shouted. Two-bit was taking Bexley and Ponyboy to school that morning. Just before they left, Bexley told Darry that she had something to do after school.

She had been taking part in a writing class that would require her to stay after class most days of the week. Darry asked if she needed a lift back, but she denied it.

They bid theur goodbyes and went their seperate ways. Little to anybody know, after that night, things would change for the worst.