Before I knew it, I was pinned against the brick wall in a dark alley. Who knew that alleys were so dark during broad fucking daylight? On the east side, I don't think there was such a thing as a lighted one. His crooked nose got close to my neck, and I squirmed, attempting to punch him, but it only resulted in him slamming my fists back against the rough surface of the wall behind me. I heard cackles and laughs, but no objections from his gang behind him. I silently wondered if he did this often.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed. I jumped, and screamed some more. He pulled back, grinning at me. His grin was cheap, but his eyes surprisingly weren't. They just tried to make themselves look cheap. I bet if it was just me and Tim alone in this alley..
"I said get OFF, you piece of shit." I can talk real dirty if I wanted to. Something I picked up from my father's side of the family; one of the things I'm actually grateful for from him. No one would take my lanky form seriously if I had no words to back myself up, either.
"Big words for such a little girl like you. Shit, though, I'd feel pretty bad after fucking an orphan child on the streets." His gang was rolling. His eyes were dangerous. I felt my once full lips shrivel up as my teeth gritted in anger.
Once I wriggled my knee away from his pressing leg, I brought it up as quickly and as fast as I could, right where the sun don't shine. Shit, nothing shined on that no good hood. When he backed up a step and held his nuts in pain, I figured it was a vulnerable enough point to clock him straight in the jaw. His scarred jaw was actually harder than my fist, no surprise, but I know it hurt him because he retaliated in slamming me back up against the wall as hard as he could. I banged the back of my head, and squeaked as the air escaped my lungs.
"You little bitch!" His gang wasn't laughing anymore. They just saw their leader, their idol, get clocked by a girl. A homeless-looking one, of all. Wonder if it was more insulting to be punched by a ratty looking girl, or a Socy one? Who knows. He kept trying to get ahold of me, but I was struggling as fast as I could. His grip finally rested on my shoulders, squeezing tight enough to nearly pop my arms off.
I screamed again, halfway out of pain and halfway out of calling for help, as I realized that he wasn't aiming to just beat the tar out of me. It never really crossed my mind twice, but would this guy really want to rape me in broad daylight? Or would no one tell if they saw it? I kept screaming until he smacked me hard across the face, some of the gang members actually expressing their protests through their faces. Some of them wanted to watch me get fucked unwillingly, and others wanted to tell him to stop.
I continued to scream since no one of the gang stood up against their 'almighty' leader. He started undoing my pants button, and I kicked at his shins since he was too close to kick anywhere else.
"Shut her up!" He didn't want to put his hand over my mouth, because he knew I would bite the living shit out of him. He's probably done this before. Or just had a little common sense. "Hurry the fuck up before someone calls the cops!"
One of the gang members, short and stocky with curly hair came up and looked disgusted. I'm not too sure with what he was disgusted at; the fact that his leader(which I later found out was his brother) about to rape some girl, or the fact that I didn't have big enough tits or blonde hair for himself to get a hard-on. Nonetheless, Curly Shepard was stupid enough to put his hand over my mouth, almost immediately resulting in me clamping down on his rough and already scarred hands. I tasted iron, and my teeth hurt after biting him so hard.
"Shit! That little bitch bit me!" He didn't need to say it, there was blood all over his hands and some I had noticed had dripped onto my off-white tight tee. Also looking down, I realized that my pants were unbuttoned revealing my striped panties. Fuck! I need to get the fuck out of here!!
"She's too loud, Tim. The fuzz is prolly already on their way, let's split!" One of the anonymous gang members spoke up, and Tim hesitated.
"Yeah, Tim, Curly, let's go. I ain't aimin' to goin' back to the cooler for this shit." A harsher member spoke up. Tim's movements slowed down, but his hands were still on a deathgrip against my wire-thin shoulders which were nearly crunching against the brick wall.
"Fuck that! This bitch is getting it!" He obviously didn't care about being sent to jail, as long as he got his revenge. I would almost admire Tim Shepard's pride, if he wasn't about to rip me inside out.
"Who's getting what?" A familiar voice spoke, as a hazy figure surfaced from the crowd. Was it? No way, I was dreaming..
"Dallas, what the fuck are you doing here?" Tim was distracted. I only stayed silent as I watched Dally's eyes flare up at the sight of Tim pinning me up against the wall, me struggling and in pain, with my pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Shit, Dally saw my underwear. I felt my face get hot. Not to mention, there was blood all in my mouth, trickling down my lips and onto my shirt. It was Curly's blood, but for all Dally knew it was my own.
"What the fuck are YOU doing here?" Dallas charged him, shoving him off from me. It was as if I was released from gravity shoving me down, crushing me, because I stumbled onto the ground and rubbed my shoulders. I looked up, and Dally had Tim by the shirt collar.
"This bitch decided to start some shit. She fucking punched me in the jaw, and kneed me in the nuts." Tim tried to act like he was innocent in this. But we all knew he wasn't. Tim wasn't necessarily afraid of Dallas, but he didn't want to get rid of the chance of torturing me after humiliating him in front of his own gang.
"You probably deserved it, fuckbag." And just to prove a point, Dallas Winston clocked Tim in the jaw, right where I had only moments before. I could bet a pack of cigarettes that he shattered it, because Tim fell in shock, his face contracted in pain and humiliation at the same time. He would have probably fought Dally back, if Dally wouldn't have punched him so hard. He turned back to me, and I looked down. It felt good, having someone stick up for me like that.. real good.
I felt a thumb on my chin, lifting it up. He was eyeing the blood, mainly. My face was red, but for all Dallas knew it was from exhaustion and humiliation for being almost raped in public.
"He do that to you?" He asked coolly, observing the blood on my lips and teeth and tilting my head with his hand to look for any other wounds. My right cheek was stinging, it was probably more red than the rest of my face. I think Dallas noticed, because he started cursing between gritted teeth.
He helped me up, and didn't have to glare long at the rest of the crowd before they separated like an ocean at the words of Moses. But, unlike Moses, Dallas Winston didn't need any words at all. Just a look of his could turn an entire ocean to ice, but in this case got them to get the fuck out of our way. My ankle hurt real bad, but I didn't show it in front of the rest of the crowd until we got out of there.
I think Dally punched and shoved a few kids in the crowd for just watching and not helping me out, and I bet he would have taken them all on if Tim had actually gotten farther Dallas, despite never showing any cares for me at all, saved me. He probably didn't care about me anyway, but he knew it would tear up Johnny and Two-Bit if something real bad happened. That's probably why he did it.
Without noticing, I was completely silent. I had buttoned my pants up back when Dallas had cussed at and punched Tim, but I still felt naked. I must have looked pretty shaken up. I might have been, my stomach surely was.
"You hungry?" His voice made me jump. We were walking real slow 'cuz of my ankle, but I hadn't noticed. I continued to look down.
I hesitated to answer, but maybe more time with Dallas would be nice. "Yeah." I couldn't remember the last time I had ate, anyway. Despite that sick feeling I had in my stomach, it was probably best to eat.
"How come you came up here anyway?" My voice was quiet. In the movies, people always get there in time. I half-wondered what would have happened if Dallas had came mid-way... but I didn't want to think about it. Both me and Dallas, and most importantly, Tim Shepard would be FUCKED(no pun intended) if that would have happened.
"Well, I came up to tell Tim that I was returning his car today." He grabbed a cigarette and put it in his mouth, offering me one, but I refused. I don't like smoking before I eat, or else I can't eat. Either I eat, or I smoke. Not ever both. I'm weird like that. He took a long drag, and I regretted turning down a sweet cigarette.. "But, now that motherfucker ain't getting shit back. I'll just borrow it again."
I knew what he meant by borrow. And I knew that he knew that I knew what he meant by borrow. So he grinned coolly; I can see why Johnny idolizes him.