Cherry's POV

School was blissful. I was light on my feet all day. I talked to everyone, even the Socs. Marcia noticed my attitude and asked if I had smoked grass before school. It sure felt like it. I was wearing my greaser clothes from yesterday and had already planned to by a few more outfits like it. As school ended, I skipped down the sidewalk. Even seeing the blue Mustang behind me didn't dull my mood.

"Hey!" A familiar voice called out to me. I looked over at the car beside me. It was Bob with his other idiotic Soc friends. I just smiled and started to walk off.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Bob stepped out of the car and grabbed me on my injured arm. I yelped in pain and he gripped harder. I could only squeal. "You're comin' with us." He smirked evilly and led me into his car by force. I was seated between two Socs who looked like hyenas the way they were looking at me. Fiendishly.

"My boyfriend's going to kill you!" I said angrily.

"Who, Dallas Winston? I'd like to see him try!" They all laughed like villains and drove off rapidlyt. We were on the highway and I started to get an odd feeling in my gut. Where were they taking me?

"Hey, Randy, you got a cigarette?" Bob asked his passenger. Randy dug around under the seat for a moment. Bob, getting impatient, took matters into his own hands and took his eyes off the road to look through all the junk. Just then, an eighteen wheeler cut in front of us.

"BOB!" I screamed but it was too late. Bob hit the truck head on and I felt myself get lunged forward, then tugged back violently. I screamed out in pain as I felt a crack in my arm. The last thing I saw was blood and concrete before everything went black.

Dally's POV

I laughed drunkenly at Tim Shepard's joke. We were at the Dingo, drinking, playing pool, and joking. I startled fiddling with my bare fingers. I had given Cherry my ring to show commitment to our relationship. Some guy from Tim's outfit came rushing in the room just then.

"You guys hear?" He asked to no one in particular. He had gotten everyone's attention, though. "Some Soc crashed his car with a bunch of other Socs inside." There were a mix of grunts and everyone went back to playing. I thought nothing of it. Cherry isn't a Soc anymore, so I wasn't worried about it being her. We continued playing pool and drinking until a black haired girl rushed into the room. It was Marcia. She looked around frantically until she spotted me.

"Dallas! Cherry's been hurt!" It only took those three words for me to rush to Buck's car I had 'borrowed'. With Marcia in the passenger, I drove crazier than I have ever before to the hospital. Thank God I wasn't stopped by a cop. We both rushed into the hospital and demanded the doctors to take us to Cherry's room. I threatened them with my switchblade until one doctor told us the news.

"She's in critical condition, you really can't see her now. I'm sorry." He sounded truly apologetic so Marcia and I planted our bottoms in the waiting room seats. Soon enough, the whole gang was there waiting anxiously. When the doctor came, we all sat up in unison and anticipation.

"Only one person can see her now." Everyone looked at me. Even Marcia, her best friend. I nodded and followed the doctor to her room. I walked in nervously and almost fell over at the sight of her.

Her skin was sickly pale and gashes covered her body. A long gash stood out on her cheek and she was connected to so many machines, I lost count. Her chest rose and fell slightly with each breath, thankfully. Her arm was being held up in a brace, most likely broken. The doctor told me what happened to her.

"Her injuries are mostly from flying glass. Hence the scar along her cheek. The ring on her finger got caught on the seat belt, preventing her from lurching forward and suffering much worse. But the force broke her arm. If it wasn't for that ring, she could have been dead." He placed his hand on my shoulder then left, leaving me with my incredibly injured girlfriend. The ring...The ring I gave her saved her! I laughed from joy. She would have died if it wasn't for that.

I walked over to her bedside and took her good hand in mine. I kissed it multiple times, hoping my beautiful girl would open her eyes. She didn't, but I was okay with that. She was alive. I kissed her head. Suddenly, the door opened and Ponyboy came in. I yelled at him to get out but he said he had something important to tell me.

"What, man?" I asked, impatiently. I wanted to be alone with Cherry.

"Well, some Soc came over and told us the whole story. Cherry was kidnapped by Bob and some other Socs and Bob ran into an eighteen wheeler truck," Ponyboy said quietly. I looked at him for a moment processing it all. Then, a volcano of anger erupted in my head and I punched the wall, leaving a hole and a bleeding hand.

"Those son's of bitches! I'm gonna fucking kill them!" I ran outside aimlessly, blinded by anger. I was going to find the first Soc I saw and choke him to death. I busted into several rooms until I spotted dirty blond curly hair. Bob. I stormed into the room and grabbed him by the neck. He was hurt way worse than Cherry. He opened his eyes in alert. I squeezed my arms around his small neck. He began choking for breath and wiggled to try to get out of my grip. His heart monitor beeped loudly and doctors flooded in. They all grabbed me by the shoulders and began trying to pull me off. A police officer was called in and he punched me in my cheek. Shocked, I let go and was grabbed by my arms forcefully.

Bob looked at me, crazed. I yelled profanities at him.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH IF YOU EVER COME NEAR MY GIRL AGAIN I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT! I'LL RIP YOUR SOC ASS TO PIECES!"

Ponyboy's POV

The gang watched Dally be escorted out. That was an understatement. He was being dragged out by a few police officers. They were bigger than us, so we decided not to interfere. Dally was screaming his head off. Surely, he wouldn't be let out of jail anytime soon. He was led outside of the building and even then we could still hear him. A few minutes later, we all walked home together quietly. Once we reached my house, everyone went their separate ways. As I walked to my room, Darry put his hand on my shoulder.

"You okay, bud?" He said in an empathetic way.

"Yeah." I lied. I really wasn't, for some reason. Cherry and I had gotten closer and now she's in the hospital in critical condition...I shook the thought off.

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