The room was so dark that Bexley thought every shadow was that damn Soc. Her eyes scanned around the inky black room, terrified that she'd be grabbed at any moment. She squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing became louder and quicker.

She felt too terrified to even sleep. Was her fatigue making her causing her to hallucinate? Possibly. When was the last time she slept last?

Before she'd been kidnapped since she had been constantly tormented and kept awake by Roy. From being slapped, to having freezing water thrown on her, he did everything to keep her awake.

Her whole body was aching and screaming from exhaustion, she felt that she was going to pass out. She felt a panic attack coming from sheer terror.

She sat up, bringing her legs up to her chest, hands gripping her ears as she started to rock back and forth. She heard voices, multiple voices all talking at once.

"Stop… Stop! STOP IT! GOD, PLEASE STOP!" she wailed, sobbing her heart out. She even hit herself on the head a few times with her tiny fists unconsciously.

Her fit didn't go unnoticed. Soda's footsteps were racing towards their bedroom. The bedroom door opens and the light floods the once dark room.

The middle Curtis saw just how much she was panicking and knew he had to help her. He walked over and slid himself down beside her.

Bexley saw her big brother through her tear-filled eyed. "S-Soda…?" She whimpered, scooting closer to him. "Aw… c'mere, baby girl…" Soda said, holding his arms out to her. Bexley quickly scooted to him and collapsed in his arms.

Soda felt her press her head against his chest, curling into a tiny ball in his arms. Soda read her body language, which meant she was scared, in pain.

Bexley had yet to say a word, but her heart raced in her chest as her breaths became shorter. "You're shaking…" Soda said, pulling her closer, his hand wrapped around her neck, his hand touching her chin, the other around her shoulders and back.

Bexley grabbed his hand, latching onto it with her tiny hands. "Shh… it's okay, baby girl. Tell me what's bothering you…" he whispered, kissing her on the head. Bexley snuggled closer to him, trying to stop to stop shaking.

She wasn't able to escape from Roy. She wasn't able to escape the torment of Roy. "I… I don't wanna be alone…" she said through a sob. She already felt so vulnerable as she felt.

She couldn't give into any ounce of it. "Shh… I'm right here, baby girl…" he said, stroking her hair. Bexley nuzzled in his chest as she began to sob.

Her mind had been damaged, keeping her in a state of palpable agony. Soda felt her tremble against his chest, her sniffs muffled.

Suddenly, she heard the front door open. Bexley whimpered loudly and writhed away from Soda's arms to hide behind him. "Easy, honey, it's just Darry and Ponyboy. Remember, he had to pick Ponyboy up from track practice?" Soda assured, turning around to hug her again.

Soda turned around to hug her. Bexley dives into the safe haven that was her brothers' arms. The frightened girl buried her face in his flannel, wetting it with her tears. "It's gonna be okay, baby girl… That bastard ain't hurt you anymore once we get our hands on him," he assured her, kissing her head.

Bexley gripped his flannel with her tiny fingers, getting all of her tears out. "You wanna go to the livingroom to see Darry and Pony?" He asked, stroking her hair.

Bexley nodded, feeling relieved that it was only them that it was just her other two brothers that walked in the front door. "C-Can you carry me in there?" She requested.

"Sure thing, baby girl," Soda said, picking her up bridal style, holding her close to him. They walk out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Ponyboy and Darry were in the kitchen. Darry was finishing dinner while Ponyboy was doing his homework. Soda brought her into the kitchen and set her down in the chair next to Ponyboy.

"You want anything to drink?" Soda asked. She nodded at him. Soda goes to the fridge to get her some juice.

Ponyboy looked over at his sister, seeing just how shaken she was. He caught that she had been crying. "Bex, are you alright?" He asked, gently touching her right hand, which was stretched out on the wooden table.

Bexley jumped out of her skin when they made physical contact. Ever since she had been raped and kidnapped, she didn't want to be touched without it being acknowledged.

"No, don't!" She screamed, falling out of the chair, making it fall over. "Bexley!" Ponyboy cried, quickly getting up from his chair. Soda and Darry quickly rushed over to her.

Bexley looked up, seeing three figures coming towards her, scaring her even more. "No! Get away! Get the fuck away! Get aw-!" She cried, backing away into the counter, hitting her head on it.

She hit it so hard that her head exploded in pain and she felt nauseous instantly. "Ow! Agh…" she yelped, holding her aching head as she leaned over, wincing in pain.

A glass that had apple juice in it, had tipped over, spilling the sticky contents. It rolled over and fell off the countertop, landing on Bexley's front hairline.

The glass shattered, making the frightened girl yelp in pain from the impact. She tried grabbing it but she got badly cut on her hand before it landed on the floor into a million pieces.

Ponyboy caught her before she fell over on the shattered glass. Darry rushed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit while Soda carried her to the couch. Bexley couldn't stop crying from the pain on her head.

Darry returns with the kit and set it down on the coffee table, which he pulled up so he sit down. Ponyboy and Soda sat on the couch to help, but it didn't help much.

"Bexley, I need to see your hand so I can patch it up, okay? Luckily, it doesn't need to be stitched up," Darry said, pulling out some peroxide and bandages. Bexley froze when he pulled those items out.

When Darry gently took Bexley's scarred wrist, she recognized the way he held it. Out of instinct, she slapped the bottle away, making its contents spill out.

It went silent as Bexley realized what she did. She started to shake in fear. Closing her eyes, she felt Roy glaring down at her, ready to hurt her again. "It's okay, baby girl. You're home and safe. Nobody's gonna hurt you," Soda said, gently rubbing her back.

"He's gonna hurt me… Please don't let him hurt me…" she sobbed, holding her hurt wrist. Darry snapped out of his shock and picked the peroxide bottle up. The liquid didn't spill a lot thankfully.

"Easy, Bexley. I'm just gonna clean your hand before it gets infected," Darry reassured, wondering who Bexley was talking about.

Bexley opened her green eyes, which were filled with tears. "Are you… s-sure…?" She asked through hiccups. "Yes, that's all," Darry nodded, gently taking her wrist, but not in the same way as before.

Darry gently poured the peroxide on the cut, making Bexley wince in pain. She felt the reflex to pull her hand back, but it was held in place by Darry's firm grip.

Bexley whimpered in fear when she couldn't retract her arms. When Darry was finished with her hand, it took her a few minutes to calm down so they could finish dinner.