Chapter 7: Thanks A Lot
Two-Bit couldn't see straight; all he could see were stars and more roaring pain filled his chest as he was thrown straight to the ground again.
He yelped and didn't have any time to think about how bad everything hurt before he was picked up and repeatedly punched again.
He yelped in pain, whimpering loudly, not even able to stand by himself, the Socs holding him up as they endlessly punched him.
"What are you gonna do, Greaser?! Huh, whatcha gonna do now?!" They sneered and laughed.
Two-Bit tried not to cry, spitting out more blood. He couldn't do this. He can't do this.
He couldn't even feel his legs right now; he couldn't feel his face either.
Whimpering, he opened his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.
"D-Dally! Steve, Darry, Soda, help!" He yelled out as loud as he could before someone punched him in the face with a yell, blood filling Two's mouth.
The Socs kept hitting and punching and kicking and Two-Bit couldn't do anything to defend himself.
When he got thrown on the ground again, he yelped and weakly raised his head. "D-Dally! Soda! Steve!"
A foot collided with his chest and Two-Bit groaned, pain everywhere. He was picked up and punched again for a little longer, before the boys got bored.
They pushed Two-Bit back down and sneered, going back to their mustang happily.
Completely in pain, Two-Bit laid on his side, coughing, spitting out more blood.
"S-Soda! Dally! St-Steve!" His voice caught in his throat and he whimpered, crying, his entire body trembling.
Two-Bit opened his eyes, expecting to see the gang in front of him.
Instead, he saw no one.
Whimpering, Two-Bit held back a cry of pain, his chest screaming at him in agony. "G-Guys?" He choked out, his voice a whisper.
He looked around him where he could see, no one in sight, not Soda's soft eyes or Dally's rough hands or Steve's scowl, no one.
Everything hurt so badly and Two-Bit cried harder when he didn't see his friends, remaining on the ground curled up on his side, blood everywhere.
They hadn't came to save him, they hadn't came.
Two-Bit began to sob at knowing his friends hadn't come for him and he weakly attempted to push himself up but his arms shook and he collapsed back into the puddle of blood.
He choked out a sob when he couldn't get up, whimpering. "G-Guys…..pl-please. Help me…..!" He weakly called, even though he knew they weren't coming.
Crying for a few minutes, still no one there to help him, Two-Bit tried again to get up, barely managing to get to his feet, stumbling to lean against a fence post, choking on another sob of pain.
Making sure he could stand okay before he started walking, Two whimpered and trudged along, wiping at his eyes with balled up fists.
He couldn't stop crying, unable to get the thought of the gang not coming for him out of his head.
Two-Bit slowly trudged for the lake, trying not to stumble, holding his side when he wasn't wiping at his tears.
He finally got to the lake and sniffled, getting down on his knees by the water, splashing water into his face, using a sleeve to wipe away the blood.
He saw his reflection in the water and stared, lip quivering, seeing the blood and cuts all over his face.
They were everywhere.
They didn't even come for you, was all he thought. Dallas just left you, didn't even look back…..
Two-Bit's eyes went narrow and he growled, splashing his reflection away with a hand.
Two-Bit sat at the water and cried quietly for awhile, trembling everywhere with pain.
He was half-certain some of his ribs were cracked and blood stained the side of his shirt.
He couldn't remember if someone had sliced him with a blade or not; everything hurt too badly to tell.
Two-Bit hugged his chest and rubbed his arms as he cried, watching his tears fall into the water.
"Why didn't they come for me?" He whimpered lowly. "They've always come before….." He sniffled. "Do they all hate me now? C-Cause of Darry?"
Two-Bit's self-esteem had dropped drastically and right now, he only felt like everyone hated him.
"Wh-why Darry?" Two-Bit whimpered to himself, his balled fists wiping at his tears. "Why did you ruin my life?"
He cried a little longer before he got tired and wanted to go home.
He shivered badly and sniffled as he walked home, his eyes sore and puffy, though his one eye had swelled shut by now from getting punched.
When he neared his house, he was surprised to see Steve and Dally pacing back and forth in front of his door.
At the sight of Dally, Two's eyes narrowed and his heart ached with raw pain, feeling completely betrayed, walking up to them.
Steve nudged Dally softly when he saw Two-Bit and Dally quickly turned, looking worried, hurrying over to grab ahold of Two-Bit gently.
"Jesus Christ, Two-Bit, i'm sorry man, I-"
At Dally's touch, Two-Bit scowled and immediately shoved him away, letting out a snarl. "Why the f*** did you leave me alone back there?!" He shouted and pushed past him.
Dally was frowning deeply, a rare sight to see. "Two-Bit, i'm sorry, I thought you were right behind me, I swear!"
Upon hearing this, Two-Bit whipped around and pushed Dallas right to the ground, tears welled up in his eyes.
"Well thanks a lot, Dally!" He shouted, almost crying.
Steve suddenly grabbed him, making him flinch. "Hey Two-Bit, calm down; Dally said he was sorry."
Dally watched from the ground, sprawled out on his back, not making an attempt to get up, feeling bad for what he had did to his friend.
At Steve's words, Two-Bit only pushed at him, trying to go inside his house. "F*** both of you…."
"Hey!" Steve growled and grabbed Two-Bit again, wrapping his arms around Two, who immediately squirmed. "Two-Bit, stop, we're tryin' to help you."
"Let go of me!" Two-Bit snarled, elbowing Steve hard in the chest, who growled in pain and dropped him.
"Two-Bit, come on, we're goin' to the Curtis's, come with us, man." Dally spoke, getting up from the grass.
Two-Bit's fists were balled and he panted heavily with anger, but his heart was hurting with even worse pain. "I-I ain't goin'." He huffed.
"How come? Soda invited you." Steve huffed, rubbing at his chest where Two-Bit had elbowed him.
Two-Bit suddenly thought for a minute, the feeling of betrayal and anger colliding together.
"Alright. I will come with you." He huffed with a nod, wanting to give Darry a piece of his mind.
Steve and Dally nodded and walked with Two-Bit on the way over.
It was mostly quiet and all Two-Bit thought about was getting to punch Darry's head in and how good he would feel about doing it.
When they had made it, Two-Bit was the first to walk in and he didn't hesitate to march right into the kitchen, the brothers at the table having supper.
Soda immediately stood, going wide-eyed at the sight of Two-Bit. "What the hell happened?!"
Two-Bit stopped before the table and just stared at Darry, eyebrows furrowed.
"Two-Bit got jumped," He heard Steve say, but he wasn't listening, keeping his focus on Darry.
At the sight of Two-Bit, Darry glared coldly back, immediately ticked off by his presence.
"Hmmph, prolly deserved it," Two-Bit heard a sneer and looked at Pony, who scowled angrily up at his friend.
Two-Bit's mean look suddenly vanished; he had forgotten about him and Pony's fight. Two looked hurt, eyes going wide.
Darry cleared his throat suddenly and stood, interrupting the others' murmuring. "Imma talk to Two-Bit outside."
No one questioned it and Two-Bit tensed, his narrowed look of anger returning as he turned and went outside to the front porch.
When Darry closed the front door, he growled and shoved Two-Bit roughly away. "Get the hell outta here!"
Two-Bit growled back, raising his fists. "Make me. They're my friends too."
Darry punched him and Two-Bit snarled in fury, punching Darry as hard as he could in the face, bloodying his already horribly bruised knuckles.
Darry glared and grabbed Two-Bit, slamming him into the side of the house, wrapping his hands around the Greaser's throat, holding him off the ground.
"Why the hell are you even here?!" He squeezed the boy's throat tightly.
Two-Bit let out a cough, glaring, weakly pushing at Darry's hands. "Your brother invited me!" He wheezed out angrily. "I have the right to be here then….!"
Darry snarled and whipped around, throwing Two-Bit to the ground on his chest. "Get the hell outta here! I don't ever wanna see you round here again!" He warned, his voice scaring Two-Bit, who cowered on the ground, suddenly fearful.
"You-you can't keep me from seeing them…..!" He managed to say, voice shaky.
"If you want to stay alive then I can." Darry growled and turned, going back inside, closing the door behind him loudly.
Two-Bit gaped, shaking, hurt, shakily getting on his feet and hurrying away.
He wiped at his eyes with a sleeve. Why had he thought going over there would have been a good idea?
Instead of going home, Two-Bit went to the lake, curling up under a tree, hugging his knees to his chest, beginning to cry again, shivering.
When Darry had threw him to the ground like that, his heart had shattered into a million pieces.
He was never going to see his friends again and poor Two-Bit didn't know what else to do except sit there and cry, wishing it could be better.