Rescue Gang
"Help!" I screamed. "Soda! Darry! Two-"
"Shut your fucking mouth, you fuckin' greaser." The redhead sat on my stomach, taking away all the air in my chest. He held a knife to my throat. "You feel like takin' a joyride, baby? Cuz I'm ready to take ya on the ride of your life."
"No..way," I gasped, struggling under his weight. The other two pinned my arms down while I kicked with both legs. I managed to hit one smack in the back of his head, which turned out to be a bad idea.
"You little bitch!" the redhead exclaimed, cursing me out to the high heavens. He slugged me in the jaw a few times, until my head was spinning, and my eyes could barely focus. I continued to kick with all my might, but to no avail. It seemed as though the Socs were everywhere, they were surrounding me. Arms and legs were all around me, and I could barely concentrate enough to call out for help.
"Get the hell away from her or I'll kill you!" came a shout that sounded oddly familiar. It seemed to come from miles, maybe light-years, away. Who was that? It must have been a dream. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't clear my blurry vision.
"Fuck off, you damn mother-fuckers!"
A few more voices came into ear-shot, though I couldn't seem to place any of them with faces. All of a sudden, I felt someone lifting me up, and a jacket was placed around my shoulders. It smelled like cigarettes and pepperminty cologne.it must be Darry, I said to myself. I tried desperately to clear my thoughts, to speak. "Darry." I murmured.
"Shh, baby, you're all right," came a deep voice.
"Dar.."
"Darry, put her in the car, look at her head."
"I'm gonna take her home, they won't even look at her at the hospital if we're there. Think about it, Two-Bit."
"She's gonna bleed to death if we don't."
"Shut up, you don't know what the hell you're talking about, Matthews."
After that, I remember being laid down on soft cushions, hearing more voices around me. I knew these voices, I heard them everyday.
"Soda, get another towel, she's bleedin' like a stuck pig."
"Damn it, Darry, we've gotta go to the hospital."
"Soda, get another towel."
"Robin," came a softer voice, near my head, "baby, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand. It's Steve, baby girl.you know me. C'mon, just lemme know if you're still there."
His hand? Was he holding my hand? I sure couldn't feel it. I tried to squeeze my hand around the air, hoping that he would notice.
"That's it, I knew you were still here..hey, Soda, I think she can hear us."
"Steve, she's unconscious, what the hell are you yammering about?"
"Darry, let it go."
I wasn't unconscious. I had to let Darry know I wasn't, or something bad would happen. I could feel it.
I tried to open my right eye, since my left seemed to be sealed shut. A blur of faces came to my vision, and I tried to smile a little. "Darry, I'm awake.." I whispered, my voice shaky and unclear.
"Robin? Baby, it's Darry, it's your brother.are you all right? What hurts?"
"I'm fine, Darry. I'm fine."
"Sit her up, Steve, I'm gonna grab some ice."
I felt Steve's arms around me, putting my head up on a pillow. My vision cleared a bit, and I could finally make out some of the blurry faces around me.
"See, Robs, I knew you was fine," Steve said, grinning like a four-year- old. Funny, because he was eighteen, with abs of steel and arms that could bust open any government safe. "Does your head hurt? It looks like it hurts..damn, is Dally gonna flip when he sees you. You're the only person I think he cares about half the time, ya know?"
"Here, put this on your head, it'll numb it," Darry said, coming up behind me. "Jesus, you're still bleeding bad. How the hell does someone as little as you bleed so much?"
"I'm sorry, Dar," I replied, rubbing my head. A smear of crimson blood ran along my hand.
"Don't be sorry, kiddo, it ain't your fault. Damn Socs.."
"It is my fault, Darry. I shouldn't have been walking alone so late."
"You're damn right, you shouldn't have. But it still ain't your fault."
A/N: Thank you soooo much for those who reviewed. You have no idea how much a novice writer appreciates any criticism. You've motivated me to get my butt down at the computer to write. I actually have a ton already written, I'm just having to retype it because my computer is messed up, so please bear with me, I promise it gets better! Thanks again, you guys are AWESOME!!
Much love, Ash
"Help!" I screamed. "Soda! Darry! Two-"
"Shut your fucking mouth, you fuckin' greaser." The redhead sat on my stomach, taking away all the air in my chest. He held a knife to my throat. "You feel like takin' a joyride, baby? Cuz I'm ready to take ya on the ride of your life."
"No..way," I gasped, struggling under his weight. The other two pinned my arms down while I kicked with both legs. I managed to hit one smack in the back of his head, which turned out to be a bad idea.
"You little bitch!" the redhead exclaimed, cursing me out to the high heavens. He slugged me in the jaw a few times, until my head was spinning, and my eyes could barely focus. I continued to kick with all my might, but to no avail. It seemed as though the Socs were everywhere, they were surrounding me. Arms and legs were all around me, and I could barely concentrate enough to call out for help.
"Get the hell away from her or I'll kill you!" came a shout that sounded oddly familiar. It seemed to come from miles, maybe light-years, away. Who was that? It must have been a dream. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't clear my blurry vision.
"Fuck off, you damn mother-fuckers!"
A few more voices came into ear-shot, though I couldn't seem to place any of them with faces. All of a sudden, I felt someone lifting me up, and a jacket was placed around my shoulders. It smelled like cigarettes and pepperminty cologne.it must be Darry, I said to myself. I tried desperately to clear my thoughts, to speak. "Darry." I murmured.
"Shh, baby, you're all right," came a deep voice.
"Dar.."
"Darry, put her in the car, look at her head."
"I'm gonna take her home, they won't even look at her at the hospital if we're there. Think about it, Two-Bit."
"She's gonna bleed to death if we don't."
"Shut up, you don't know what the hell you're talking about, Matthews."
After that, I remember being laid down on soft cushions, hearing more voices around me. I knew these voices, I heard them everyday.
"Soda, get another towel, she's bleedin' like a stuck pig."
"Damn it, Darry, we've gotta go to the hospital."
"Soda, get another towel."
"Robin," came a softer voice, near my head, "baby, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand. It's Steve, baby girl.you know me. C'mon, just lemme know if you're still there."
His hand? Was he holding my hand? I sure couldn't feel it. I tried to squeeze my hand around the air, hoping that he would notice.
"That's it, I knew you were still here..hey, Soda, I think she can hear us."
"Steve, she's unconscious, what the hell are you yammering about?"
"Darry, let it go."
I wasn't unconscious. I had to let Darry know I wasn't, or something bad would happen. I could feel it.
I tried to open my right eye, since my left seemed to be sealed shut. A blur of faces came to my vision, and I tried to smile a little. "Darry, I'm awake.." I whispered, my voice shaky and unclear.
"Robin? Baby, it's Darry, it's your brother.are you all right? What hurts?"
"I'm fine, Darry. I'm fine."
"Sit her up, Steve, I'm gonna grab some ice."
I felt Steve's arms around me, putting my head up on a pillow. My vision cleared a bit, and I could finally make out some of the blurry faces around me.
"See, Robs, I knew you was fine," Steve said, grinning like a four-year- old. Funny, because he was eighteen, with abs of steel and arms that could bust open any government safe. "Does your head hurt? It looks like it hurts..damn, is Dally gonna flip when he sees you. You're the only person I think he cares about half the time, ya know?"
"Here, put this on your head, it'll numb it," Darry said, coming up behind me. "Jesus, you're still bleeding bad. How the hell does someone as little as you bleed so much?"
"I'm sorry, Dar," I replied, rubbing my head. A smear of crimson blood ran along my hand.
"Don't be sorry, kiddo, it ain't your fault. Damn Socs.."
"It is my fault, Darry. I shouldn't have been walking alone so late."
"You're damn right, you shouldn't have. But it still ain't your fault."
A/N: Thank you soooo much for those who reviewed. You have no idea how much a novice writer appreciates any criticism. You've motivated me to get my butt down at the computer to write. I actually have a ton already written, I'm just having to retype it because my computer is messed up, so please bear with me, I promise it gets better! Thanks again, you guys are AWESOME!!
Much love, Ash