Tia saw Benj hand her brother one of her blade. He flipped it open and she felt her blood go cold. The panick in her stomache made her feel like throwing up, but her tight throat stopped her.

"I've done everything for you and this is how to repay me?" Evan waved the cut on his arm in front of her face once more.

Tia felt her temper flare once more. She politely told her brother where we could go and what he could do, by himself. She had hit a cord, his nostrils flared and his eyes blazed. He lunged forward and grabbed the back of her neck, putting his face close to her ear.

"You'll learn the rules, my rules, sooner or later." He hissed into her ear.

She felt her switch blades cold metal push against her stomache. She shut her eyes and clamped her teeth, preparing herself for more pain. She felt the sharp metal enter her flesh and she cried out. She prayed to pass out, she couldn't take the pain anymore, she just wanted it to stop.

As he made the cut bigger, she cried out with everything she had been holding in. Every cold look from her brother, every smack from her father, all of the hurt she had kept inside, she could feel it bleeding out of her. She finally couldn't take it anymore, and could feel tears rolling down her face. She let out a sob and let herself cry as the knife cut further.

"Shhhh." Evan whispered, dropping the knife.

He pulled her into a hug and she felt Benj let go of her arms. In her head she was screaming to push him back, run away and never go back. Instead she felt herself wrap her arms around her big brother and sob into his chest. She felt so safe even though he was the reason for most of her pain. She sobbed even harder, knowing this was the only from of safety she had ever known and was terrified to leave it.

Mitch dropped the ice on the floor and ran for the bedroom. He opened the door to see Paul holding the girl down with one arm and clenching his stomache with the other.

"She hit me!" He yelled when Mitch gave me a furious look.

Mitch pushed Paul out of the way and watched the girls eyes dart all over the room, but not focusing on him or Paul.

"She is hallucinating, its from the drugs." Mitch stated, he had read the lables, hallucinations were one of the many effects.

She was sitting up now and much to his shock, he could see she was crying. He didn't know why he did it, but he gentley pulled her into a hug. He felt her arms wrap about him and could hear her sobbing into his chest. Paul, still on the ground, watched all of this with a look of confusion on his face.

Mitch felt like crying himself, he was holding a girl who couldn't be much older then 16 or 17. She had been taken from everyone she loved in the middle of the night and drugged, just because of two gangs rivals. She shouldn't be there, she shouldn't even be involved.

She seemed to be quieting down and her sobs were lessening.

As Tia calmed down, she realized something wasn't right. She sniffed her brothers shirt and the usually smell of aftershave and hair oil didn't reach her nose. She smelt something else, some type of cologne. She slowly looked up into a concerned face.

He looked to be a few years older then she was, 18 or 19. He had kind dark eyes that looked back at her with concern. His dirty blonde hair was a little long and shaggy. She quickly realized that he was a Soc, the same Soc who had drugged her.

"You..." She croaked out and pushed away from him.

"Wait, please let me explain." The Soc started, but she cut him off.

"Why did you do this? You're going to wish you'd never been born by the end of this, I swear to God." She hissed as her voice cracked and she tried to get to her feet.

She stood for a few seconds before falling over, her legs too weak. Paul caught her, causing her to panick more.

"Oh not you too!" She groaned and stumbled towards the door.

Paul grabbed her, a little bit harder then he ment to and she panicked. She faught his grip, but she was still weak from the drugs. By now, the rest of the Socs were crowding around the door way, trying to see what all of the commotion was. Cory pushed through the group, a full needle in hand and knelt down next to Paul and Tia. He got a hold of one of her arms and gave her the shot.

"No..." Tia whispered as she felt herself drifting off. "Please...no"

Her eyes rolled back in her head, Mitch was still on the ground. He could feel a tug at his heart, the way she had sounded, the look of pure terror in her eyes. She reminded him of a caged animal, she wasn't as tough as she pretended to be.

It was much later that night and everyone was sitting around the house. Darry had invited KJ over for supper, who gratefully accept and was still there hanging out with them. Two-Bit had suggested a came of poker, but everyones spirits were low and no one really wanted to do anything.

Dally was growing visibly more and more impatient. He cracked his knuckles for the millionth time that night and shifted around on the couch. The TV set was on, but no one was really watching it. Soda's face was lacking its usual smile as he leaned on the couch. He felt like all of this was his fault, even though Darry had assured him it wasn't. In the back of his head, the fact that they had left the house to get him lingered. If he hadn't been caught, Tia wouldn't have been left so defenseless.

Everyone almost jumped out of their skins when the phone rang. Darry walked into the kitchen and picked it up. A few seconds later he came back into the room, a stern look on his face.

"That was a friend of mine down at the Dingo. Apparently a few carloads of Socs showed up. They've got someone tied up in their backseat." Darry said quietly.

Dally and KJ shot up off of the couch and started pulling their shoes and jackets on.

"I am staying here with Soda, Pony and Johnny. I don't want them there if things get messy and I don't want to leave them here alone." Darry stated, Dally barely nodded in acknowledgement.

With that, Dally, KJ, Two-bit and Steve left the house and got into Dally's car. Usually when they were going to hunt for Socs, they were all yelling and happy. Now, they only had one thing on their mind and it weighed just as heavy on their hearts. Tia.