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I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do
I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I mean, I was just trying to help, and then he grabbed my arm. I didn't know anything about him—what if he hurt me?
"Who are you?" he asked me, his voice rough like sandpaper. My first instinct was to get him a glass of water.
"I'm Rachel…" I offered quietly, about to say that Darry was my guardian, hoping that would be enough, but he cut me off quickly.
"Shit! You're Dally's chick?" he asked me, his demeanor changing quickly. I nodded, not sure what else to say.
"Damn," he cursed, quickly releasing my wrist and looking surprisingly ashamed. "Sorry about that," he apologized, pointing to my wrist. It was rapidly becoming a bright red.
I nodded like I understood, but I didn't, nor would I ever understand why he had grabbed me.
"What were you doing, come to see what you're missing when you're with Dally?" he asked with a grin. It took me a few moments to figure out what exactly he meant, but when I did I blushed bright red and ducked my eyes.
He cursed, causing me to blush even further and start fidgeting with the hems of my sleeves.
"I thought he was messin with me when he said you weren't like the others, but I guess he was right," Tim mused in a thoughtful voice, seeming to reevaluate me with his eyes.
I stood in silence, not sure what I was supposed to be doing. Could I walk away or would that make him mad? Should I see if he's hungry? Thankfully, he spoke.
"What were you doing?" he asked seriously. Though I knew very little about him I could tell just from being around him that he wasn't the sort that would take a half answer or my refusal to speak vocally very well. So I gathered my courage and took the plunge in explaining.
"I woke up and was going to make some breakfast, but then I saw that you were sweating and shivering. I got you a blanket and a compress in case you had a fever," I explained quickly, thankful that for once in my life my words didn't jumble together like they normally did when I become nervous.
He nodded once again, seeming to study me thoroughly.
I wasn't sure if that was a dismissal so I just stood there looked at my slippers, my pink bunny slippers, the last gift I had received from my grandmother.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, suddenly not really wanting to stand in silence as he studied me. He looked slightly surprised before shrugging as if to say 'whatever'. I nodded.
"I'm going to make some eggs and bacon with toast. Would you like me to make you a plate?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes so I could escape to the kitchen. He nodded, still studying me.
"Okay…I'll bring it out to you then," I told him, turning quickly and heading towards the kitchen.
As soon as I reached the safety of the kitchen, I leaned heavily against the counter, feeling the weight of what had just happened falling upon my shoulders.
It felt like, if he hadn't liked my answers, injury or no injury would have kept him from hurting me. Though I hadn't heard of many girls being hurt by guys from Soda, Tim had this dangerous aura surrounding him. I wouldn't want to mess with him even if I was a guy.
I cooked quickly because I didn't want to keep him waiting. I placed mine in the oven to keep it warm and grabbed silverware for Tim. As I walked out, I thought that he had fallen back to sleep and I could slip away without waking him, but as soon as I started to move, his eyes opened. I took a deep breath and walked forward.
I placed his meal on a TV tray and then moved it so it was in front of him. He began to sit up, wincing heavily. I moved to the side to help, but when I touched his shoulder he tensed visibly. I thought that he was going to push me away, but he relaxed gradually, allowing me to help. Once he was seated and began eating, I posed my next question.
"Do you want some juice?"
Again, he looked surprised. I was beginning to get the feeling that it wasn't often someone took care of him. He hesitated for a moment before nodding and then going back to eating.
I went quickly to the kitchen and pulled out two glasses, both for him. One I filled with juice, the other with water. I grabbed some aspirin from the counter and both glasses before heading back in the living room, setting both glasses on the tray before speaking.
"Here's some juice and water. I also brought aspirin in case you're in pain. I'm sorry, I don't think we have anything stronger," I added apologetically. He nodded.
"I'm going to go get dressed. I'll be back for your plate in a few minutes," I informed him slowly, giving him time to object. He didn't, so I headed quickly to my room.
Once inside, I braced myself against the door, feeling as though I had just dodged a bullet once again. I changed quickly, not wanting to take a long time. I was afraid that, if Tim needed something, he would try and get up. I wasn't sure if this was courage or just my caring nature, but I couldn't leave him to suffer. He could barely move on his own.
I changed into a pleated black skirt with knee highs, Mary Jane's, and a white button down long sleeve shirt. I chose the long sleeves because I was beginning to get a bruise were Tim had grabbed me earlier. I didn't want the boys to make a fuss. I put my hair up in a simple bun and added some makeup to my face to cover the light blotchy spot from last night's cry-fest.
I headed back into the living room, seeing Two-bit still asleep in the chair. I began to wonder if he could sleep through anything. I glanced to the couch and saw that Tim was missing—my heart caught—what if he was somewhere hurt, or he was coming after me because I upset him?
My heart was beating wildly, but I calmed when I heard the bathroom door open. Tim came out leaning heavily against the wall. He looked like he was in severe pain. I rushed towards him, gently placing my arm around his back to add some support, though I knew if he collapsed that I wouldn't be much help with his large frame.
He tensed again when I helped him over to the couch before relaxing, breathing deeply like I used to do when I skinned my knee.
I grabbed his plate and headed to the kitchen to clean up. When I came back, I moved the TV tray from in front of him and placed his water on the nightstand beside him.
"Do you need anything else?" I asked quietly.
"Na," he replied gruffly.
"Okay…I'll just be in my room, then, call if you need anything," I murmured as I began to walk away.
"Wait, could you turn on the TV?" he asked suddenly.
I walked over and turned it on. "What did you feel like watching?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.
He shrugged before answering. "I don't really wanna watch nothing, I just don't wanna be by myself." He said it so quietly I could barely hear him.
I was shocked that he had told me, but touched all the same.
"How about I go grab some stuff from my room, and then I'll stay around until Two-Bit wakes up?" I threw the question to him.
He shrugged like he didn't care, but I saw the tension ease a bit from his shoulders.
"I'll be right back," I assured him as I headed into my room, grabbing my needle and thread and some of the boy's clothes that needed mending before heading back out to the living room.
When I entered, I was unsurprised to find Two-Bit still fast asleep. Glancing over at Tim, I saw he was checking his bandages. They were caked with blood.
"Are you okay?" I asked rushing over to him dropping the clothes and sewing kit on the floor.
"Yeah…I think I busted a stitch when I got up, nothing to big" Tim informed me, wiping the blood from his fingers to his pants.
I wasn't sure what to do. If I let it go until the boys go home without cleaning it, it could start an infection. But if I did clean it I would have to touch his naked stomach, which I'd never done before, plus blood and me weren't getting along all that great as of late.
"Wait here," I commanded, rushing to the bathroom to get the first aid kit I had brought from my grandmother's.
"Yeah, like I'm really going anywhere," was Tim's sarcastic reply, which caused me to smile lightly.
I came back into the living room with the first aid kit, gathering my courage and praying that my grandmother was with me.
"Okay take off your shirt," I requested, which made him raise an eyebrow and me blush like I've never blushed before.
"Okay, but let's not tell Dally," he said. I squeaked incredulously, which caused him to laugh and me to realize that he was joking.
He reached up and began to remove his shirt, and I prayed that I could do this. He needed help and I couldn't let myself become distracted.
I sat down on the floor so I could reach his bandages. It looked like they tried to gut him, the cut running from below his belly button to near his ribs. I felt sick that someone could do this to another person. I also realized that I really knew nothing of what Dally had told me that first night until this moment.
This was like war that I had read about during history lessons with my grandmother. This wasn't right. I bit back my upset feelings, not wanting to vocalize them. Though Tim seemed nice, I'm not sure how he would be with a crying female. I held back my tears.
I began to remove the old bandage and pulled out my gauze. Blood squirted from where he had busted a stitch landing on my white shirt, and I couldn't hide a grimace.
"Sorry," Time breathed in a labored voice. I knew this probably wasn't the most comfortable moment in his life or in mine.
I grabbed the alcohol and a cotton swab and began to dab it gently over the cut. He hissed in pain, halting my movements
"Keep going just get it done," he muttered between clenched teeth.
I hesitated but continued, wanting to get this done as soon as possible. I continued to clean it not daring to try and fix the busted stitch. He opened his legs to I could reach better, and I scooted between them and began to apply a disinfectant cream to his cut.
There wasn't much I would be able to do about the scar; it was so long and deep that I was almost positive it would leave a mark behind. I glanced up quickly to see his head raised to the ceiling, his face sweating and his body tense. The pain must have been unbearable.
Once I was done applying the cream, I grabbed some gauze and began to lightly place it over his cut, applying tape over it. That finished, I began moved to help him pull down his shirt from my position between his legs on the floor when all of a sudden a voice interrupted.
"I'll kill you, you stupid son of a bitch," Dally hissed from the doorway. It was then and only then that I realized my position between Tim's legs. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the whole gang standing in the door way with Dally. Two-bit had woken up from the noise.
"I'll gut you like the spineless bitch that you are," Dally threatened again, pulling out his blade and heading straight towards us. Tears began to leak out of my eyes—I'd never seen him so angry. I braced myself.
"I'm gonna kill you" said Dally pushing me out of the way to get to Tim.
Dally POV
I sighed as I headed back towards the Curtis place. I'd spent all day dealing with Shepard's gang and their day to day shit, while Tim rested from his "near death" experience. I'd hoped to get back sooner, not wanting to leave Shepard alone with Rachel, but Tim's gang had needed more than I thought. I don't know how Tim dealt with it all without going insane.
I sighed as I finally reached the Curtis's house, thankful I hadn't gotten delayed any longer. I wanted to get Tim out of the house, now.
Just as I was walking up, the rest of the gang appeared randomly. One glance at Darry said it all—they wanted Tim away from Rachel as soon as possible.
I headed in first, wanting to get a move on. As I walked through the door, I was shocked, and it takes a lot to shock the king of the hoods. There was Shepard sitting up on the couch with Rachel crouched on her knees between his legs, his head thrown back and his jaw clenched.
"I'm going kill you, you stupid son of a bitch," I growled, my voice filled with rage. They both turned to look at me.
"I'll gut you like the spineless bitch that you are." I pulled out my blade and started for Tim. I'd never been so angry before in my life.