HERE IT IS :) I DON'T OWN OUTSIDERS OR ANY OF S.E.
HINTONS CHARACTERS :) NOR DO I OWN IN THE GHETTO
BY ELVIS PRESLEY :)

Tim slowed to a walk as he turned the corner leaving his road. He
wanted to kill Lance so bad, but every time he saw him he'd tense up. His
step dad had gone too far this time, but he wasn't there to do
anything...

. . .

He had returned home after having a burger at The Dingo only to hear
soft whimpering coming from the bathroom.

Not bothering to knock he burst through the door and dove to Angel's
side. Tears covered her face. She shrank away from his touch
desperately but he just held her tighter. "Baby, what's wrong..." he
soothed while stroking her hair affectingly behind her ear.

She opened her mouth and managed to say a few words before another
attack of sobs over took her words. "He...he t-tried to...he tried
to...ra-a...rape me..."

Tim's body tensed. Lance had tried stuff on Angel before, but he hadn't
ever actually done it. Rage surged him. "That dirty bastard..." he
growled.

She looked up him suddenly with animalistic fear in her eyes. "He
didn't actually! You won't...you won't do anything right...? Please
don't Tim...please I don't want him to hurt you..."

He tightened his arms grip on her and pushed her head into his chest.
"Don't worry baby...I'm here...I'm not gonna leave you..."

. . .

Tim's body shook with anger as he remembered. Lance didn't succeed this
time, but what if he did next time? What if Angel couldn't fight back,
if Curly wasn't there, if he wasn't there. He was scared to leave his
two kid siblings alone, and for good reason. He didn't want them to
grow up in fear, that wasn't a way to grow up. But it was all he could
do, try to protect them.

He was so in his thoughts he barely noticed when he started passing
the bars and diners. He had already made it to main street.

He growled and flipped his collar up against the cold. As he passed
the lot of Jays he noted a police car but didn't think anything of it
until he heard his name.

He turned and crossed his arms over his chest to see a man in a
police uniform jogging over to him. The rage inside him grew even
more. It was him. "Tim.." The man greeted awkwardly.

Tim only managed a grunt. He was scared if he opened his mouth he
would scream all his fears and pain to this man. Ryan. Him.

"How have you been?"

"Like you give a shit. Go stick your dick somewhere else it's not
wanted here." he growled and turned to leave.

"Tim..." Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder trying to pull him
back, like Ryan actually cared. But Ryan wasn't aloud to care. Ryan
hated him, and left him seventeen years ago. To get beat. To get
forgotten. To get scared. He didn't care then, so he sure as hell
isn't aloud to care now. Tim snapped.

He was vaguely aware of someone trying to pull him of of Ryan but was
to busy trying to kill him to care. He hit him as fast and as hard as
he could. Blood sprayed onto his shirt, but never his own. Common,
fight back... He pleaded in his mind, but he never did.

After a little struggle Tim found himself pinned to the ground with
his hands behind his back by another police officer. He mentally
slapped himself. Of course he'd have a partner.

"That was assaulting a police officer buddy," the cop said while
cuffing his arms behind his back. "It's gonna be a lot more than a few
months."

"Big deal," Tim forced himself to scoff although he was mentally
shooting himself. You idiot! Angel and Curly can't last that long
without you! When he caught Ryan looking at him with sad eyes he
glared back with all the rage he could muster. He wouldn't have to
care if it weren't for him.

Tim glared back. Fuck you...

. . .

Dallas shut the door behind him with a little too much force. He was
bored out of hell.

Pony, Two-Bit and Steve were all back at school today. Darry and Soda
were working and Tim was no where to be found. Actually, he hadn't
seen him since last Tuesday, nearly a week ago.

To his surprise he heard Jake talking in the kitchen. He thought he was
working. He slumped down on a chair in the kitchen and watched Jake
pace back and forth with the phone pressed to his ear.

"...hood. Gonna get at least a year, assaulted an officer. Wasn't even
trying to arrest him, just attacked him." He heard mumbles coming from
the other end of the line but couldn't make it out. "Haha, yeah. Good
to get him of the street for a bit, dirty little greaser..."

Dally grounded his teeth angrily but kept silent. It wasn't like Jake
to be so harsh, but he did mention something about a cop that was
attacked, and he knew all the fuzz was like family. He knew he would
sure be pissed if one of the gang was jumped. His ears perked up when
he heard what was said next.

"Yeah, I know, unbelievable. Broke into my house almost a week back.."
Dally sprung up and stood so close to Jake their noses were only a
inch or two away. "Tim!" he demanded.

Jake said goodbye to whoever was on the phone then turned back to
face a very impatient Dally. "You shouldn't interrupt people on the
phone." he scolded.

Dally ignored it and shot daggers at him with his eyes. "What were you
talking about!" he demanded.

Jake shrugged. "The Shepard kid attacked a cop, dirty-"

"What do you mean attacked a cop! Why!" Tim wouldn't just attack the
fuzz. Even though Tim was nearly as tough as Dally they didn't share
their police record, Tim stayed out of jail as much as possible,
unlike Dally who took pride in his record.

"Who knows, the dirty hood. Probably mad that-"

"God just shut up! Do you ever even listen to yourself! I'm a hood too
but I don't just go around fighting the frickin fuzz!"

Jake took a breath to try to calm himself. He forgot that Dally was
friends with this guy. "Yeah, but this guy is cold through and
through. You shouldn't hang around with this guy Dally."

Dally didn't know why this affected him so much, but it did. "Yeah you
think his cold through and through? Well sorry to burst your bubble
but you ain't born like that, shit happens and you tough it out. And
who the fuck are you to tell me who to hang around with? I can do what
the hell I want when I wanna!"

"Dally! He broke into our house! He attacked a cop! There's nothing
good that could come out of hanging around someone like that."

"Do you honestly think he broke into your house? Are you blind or are
you just somehow so idiotic that you think people break into houses
barely dressed without as much as a hint of grease. You know, I really
thought you weren't just some stuck up madras-wearing asshole, but
guess I was wrong. Go screw yourself," he growled before turning and
heading for the door leaving a flustered Jake.

Dally was happy at how he handled that. Usually he would have killed
anyone who tried to tell him what to do, but he managed to remain in
control of himself.

As he walked down the road he couldn't stop thinking about Tim. Why
would he attack the fuzz? He hated jail. And Dally suspected that Tim
couldn't bare the thought of leaving his kid siblings alone in his
house.

Oddly enough, Tim and Darry reminded him of one another. They both
were overly protective of their brothers and sisters, and put everyone
in front of themselves. The only difference between them was that the
Curtis' had a chance.

A sly smile crossed Dallys face as he began to form a plan. Dally
wanted to know why Tim would do that, and what Dally wanted Dally got.

A few minute later Dally found himself right outside the police
station. Taking a deep breath he dumped the remains of his beer onto
him and stumbled into the station. "Wh-where de fucks my car!" he
yelled slurring his words.

He stumbled to the nearest person and leaned against them for good
measures. He waved a finger wildly at him." You have it, don't'cha?"

The person pushed him off disgustedly and Dally fell to the ground and
didn't bother to stand. He let his eyes travel along the wall and took
a deep breath.

"As his hunger burns,
So he starts to roam the streets at night,
And he learns how to steal,
And he learns how to fight,
An the ghetto!" He half sang and half yelled being as
off tune as possible.

Within a minute Dally found himself being pushed into a dark cell. As
soon as the cop was out of sight he stood up and looked around the
cell. He grinned a little when he saw Tim slumped on a bench on the
far side. His plan had worked.

. . .

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