She was afraid that now she would have to experience that fear and pain. She was afraid for Johnny, because he would have to go through it again. She was even scared for Ponyboy who might do the wrong thing without noticing it.
"Get 'em, boys!"
Kelsey knew she shouldn't have run. Over and over in her head, she heard Dallas Winston's deep voice: 'You EVER get attacked, don't run. 'Specially if it's on our turf. Stand yer ground kid!' But of course, that didn't stop her. Johnny flicked open his blade and held it out with confidence and hidden fear. Pony stood his ground. They already knew the Soc's outnumbered them, but they wouldn't just give in. As soon as the fleet of them pounced, Kelsey turned on her heel and ran deeper into the field.
"She's mine!" She knew who's voice that was too. Randy. The handsome one. The one she couldn't help but look at earlier. Kelsey couldn't really recall what had happened with Pony and Johnny, she just hoped they'd be safe. She closed her eyes as she stopped at the wooden fence that lined the field. She knew she couldn't hop it, not with her lack of breath.
She turned around slowly as she heard him approaching and stopping. The fear in her eyes was steady as she looked deeply into his. Deeply into his gorgeous, painful blue eyes. She crossed her arms. He smirked.
"You know, if you didn't have all that grease in your hair, you would look half decent, you little whore,"
She didn't know why. And she immediately regretted doing it. But it was the first thing that came to her mind to do. She slapped him quickly across the face. No one called her a whore without her doing something about it. He released a short, quiet gasp then muttered a few more words under his breath. He turned away for a second, then looked back. His eyes were fill of anger and even slight pain. She winced as he took a step closer to her.
"You slapped me. I was really close to letting you be, 'cause I always feel terrible beating up chicks.. but you, you bitch. How dare you touch me?" He flipped a knife out of his pocket, "I think it's time for a hair cut, Kelsey." She shot him a mysterious look as he spoke her name. How did he know it?
"Wait, wait." The blade was slowing nearing her face, he leaned the cold metal against her neck, allowing her a moment to talk. "How do you know my name?"
"Your brother thought it would be a nice idea to slash my tires one day.. so I stole his wallet when he dropped it.. it seems to have come in handy," he replied with a smirk drawn on his face. She winced as the blade drew a bit of blood on the side of her face. What was she doing? Was she just going to let him do that to her?
She screamed and pushed him away, which wasn't the most sucessful plan. The last thing she remembered was him tackling her to the ground, then he must of knocked her out. It all went black.
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"Kels.. c'mon Kelsey, wake up.."
"Ponyboy, stop shakin'..."
"I can't help myself Johnny! I'm cold."
Kelsey slowly opened her eyes. She was lying on the cold, hard ground. Above her, the sky was full of stars, sparkling and shining. But why was she on the ground? And why was their an unbearable pain in her left arm? And why was their blood.. on her face?
"Kelsey!" Pony looked over at her, and sighed. She woke up.
"What happened?" She looked around, and saw Johnny wrapped up in a slight ball. Shaking. She noticed the body lying lifeless near the fountain. Her eyes grew wide. She started breathing heavily.
"Pony, Johnny, tell me you didn't kill that boy.." She said softly. She could feel hot tears coming and she didn't know why. She looked over at Pony, then to Johnny.
"It was me, I killed him.. he was hurting Pony.." Kelsey shut her eyes and hoped she would be waking up from a terrible nightmare. But nothing happened. She opened them and they were still in the same situation.
"We've gotta get out'a here," Pony said quickly, "They'll be going to the police. We were waitin' for you to wake up Kels. But we gotta go.." He struggled to stand up, then extended his arm to help Kelsey. Without thinking, she let him grab her left arm and she screamed in pain.
"What in the hell did he do to my arm?" She cussed a few times under her breath and got up on her own.
"I saw him twisting it a bit, but you were out cold by then.." Johnny said softly, brushed the dirt off his jeans. She sighed and quickly shook her hair out of it's ponytail. She felt so hurt and so scared. The last time a Soc even got close to her, Soda had been there for her.
"Where are we going anyways?" she asked, no emotion in her voice.
"Dally," Johnny said with finality, "Dally'll get us outa here." He was walking pretty fast, and Kels was having trouble keeping up with the boys. She could be fast if she wanted to, but she was so cold. And so hurt. True, she was wearing a leather jacket, but she was damp. Her head hurt a lot, so she assumed that's what knocked her out. And from what she could gather from the guys, she'd fallen into the fountain when he had been beating on her.
"Where can we find him?"
"I think at Buck Merril's place. There's a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin' about it this afternoon." By the time they'd reach the party, Kelsey had closed up completely. She was barely talking. It was out mostly because she was cold, but she was scared. She didn't know what was gonna happen.
"Whatta ya want?"
"Dally!" Johnny sounded really distressed, and he tried to glance over Buck's shoulder, "We gotta see Dally."
"He's busy." He replied quickly. Kelsey's eyes darted up to him, and she, too, tried to look passed the large guy blocking the door.
"Tell him it's Pony, and Johnny, and Kels.." Pony said to the guy sternly.
Kelsey coughed a bit, but looked at Buck, "He'll come." Buck glared at her for a moment, then stumbled off. They were all thinking the same thing at this point. Things would be alright if Dally wasn't angry and drunk. If he was either of those two things, this entire thing was no use.
"Okay kids, whatta ya need me for?" Kelsey perked up at the sound of his voice. She looked up to see him standing there, scratching his head without a shirt on. She breathed in sharply. Something about seeing Dallas Winston standing in front of her topless made her feel slightly better. Like for that moment, she completely forgot what had just happened to her.
Finally Johnny finished explaining everything that had happened. "We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I'm sorry we got you away from the party."
"Oh shoot kid, I was in the bedroom." He paused and looked over at Pony, "Glory, but can your ears get red Pony. It's nothin' of that sort, I was tryin' to sleep with all this racket." He motioned around to the party, He thought for a moment, then looked back at the three in front of him.
"Kels? Pony? Are you wet?" Pony was able to stammer out a yes while Kelsey just nodded her head.
"Glory hallelujah!" he opened the screen door and pulled Kelsey in first, urging Johnny and Pony to follow. He lead them to a small room with a bed and tossed a towel at them. He mumbled something about drying off.
"Kelsey, get that damn jacket off. It's no good if it's wet." He tossed her an old shirt, flannel shirt made of thick red fabric. She cringed as she tried to put it on, but her arm was hurting. "What the hell happened to you?" Pony quickly explained in more detail what happened to her. The cut on her face had dried up and would heal fine if she was careful.
"You tend to take after your brother, kid." He said with a laugh. It was true, Two-Bit was usually the one with the cuts and bruises all over him from doing stupid things. Although this wasn't really classified as a stupid thing. He shook the case off the pillow and manuevered a quickly sling for her arm.
"Thanks Dallas." She said softly, putting on the shirt. She didn't really listen as he explained everything to them, about the church and the gun and the money. All she knew was that for the next few weeks, things weren't going to be easy. They were going to be hard, and different, and challenging. When they left, Kelsey grabbed her wet jacket to bring with her. True, for now it wasn't going to be very helpful. But it was the only piece of her brother she had. And she didn't know how long it was going to be until she saw him.
She just hoped he wouldn't worry.
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Well, that took me a long time to spit out. And it didn't even end up being too long. I'm hoping to work on this story more often now, so please review and tell me what you think about it. Thanks for reading! And if you have any ideas, please voice your opinion. And yes, some of what was said in the second part came directly from the book. kthx.