Hiii! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Yes there is a lot of violence in this chapter so be weary of that! :3 Please mind any typos that I couldn't find when proofreading. :3

Dally looked at me seriously, staring me down. I fumbled with my hands, trying to look for a way out of the conversation. Although, I knew I couldn't save myself as the car doors were locked.

"Shepard told me something about the socs and me. It wasn't Tim that told me… he told Curly," I started to explain. Dally's frown grew as I spoke, obviously thinking that I was lying to him. But, it seemed to click after a bit. "So that's why the little shit was here?" Dally asked.

"Curly was here to make sure I was okay," I said, emphasizing Curly. Dallas rolled his eyes, putting down his window and getting a cigarette. I watched as he fought with himself to give me a cigarette. So, he put his hand out with a cigarette. I shook my head as I felt the stab wound ache a bit.

"So Tim didn't tell ya nothing? Because if we go over there kid and he told ya… I ain't gonna take too kindly to that. Neither the gang, they'll be pissed you held off on information," Dally grumbled as he set the car into motion. I shook my head, "Honest Dally, that's all Curly told me."

"I swear… if that damn Shepard kid holds off on information…" I heard Dallas mumble as we started to leave the house. Dally drove down the roads quickly. I watched as he carefully checked every alleyway we passed by, his cigarette hanging out cooly. "Uh- you don't know where Tim is?" I found myself asking. He looked at me angrily, but I watched as he swerved onto the wrong side of the road.

He swerved the car back, not bothering to look at me anymore. Although I knew it was because of how he almost got us into a car crash. My heart pounded through my ears as I looked at the passing buildings. We were going in a familiar direction. A direction I wasn't allowed to go.

Before long, we were right in front of Bucks. "Are you sure he's going to be here on a Saturday morning?" I asked Dally. He looked at me as he got out of the car, "Im pretty sure." His tone was cold, telling me that I needed to shut up.

I quietly bit my lip as we started to walk into Bucks. Somehow, there was already a small gathering going on. I saw as Dally looked around, trying to hurry it up. Part of me wondered if he was also scared of me getting caught in here.

"Tim," Dally called out. I looked over to where he was looking at. I watched as Tim got up from a table, staggering a bit. "Go away Dallas, I ain't in the mood for fighting," Tim snapped.

Dally started to glare as Tim looked from him to me. His eyes widened as he looked at me, his eyes going back to Dally. Tim seemed to understand what was happening. He stood up fully and started to walk away from the table.

There were other people at the table, the Brumly boys gang or something. Around two of them just staring at us, with beer and cigarettes around them. They watched Tim carefully, almost as if ready to step in. When they saw that Tim was okay, they went back to a poker game.

Tim led me and Dally outside. His steps were even as he tried to walk. I looked at Dally, trying to see how he felt. All I saw was a glare and a slight scowl on his face.

"What the hell has been happening Tim?" Dally asked unkindly. Tim disregarded him, looking right to me. "Ya good kid? Heard 'bout your run-in with some socs," Tim said. I bit my lip, unsure how to answer. I was tired of that question, but that feeling was overwhelmed by the fear of Dally.

Dally glared at Tim before settling for looking right at me. It was my queue to answer. "Im doing better," I lied. Tim nodded, looking back to Dally. "So I'm guessing you're here for some answers?" He asked. Dally nodded.

"Well hate to break it to ya but I don't got any," Tim stated. Dally glowered at him, "The hell do you mean? Curly even told the kid here-"

"I know 'bout it, but the reason? Nothing to give to ya. They even got me just a bit ago," Tim informed us. I looked at Dally, trying to see his reaction. He continued to glare at Tim but also looked around. "Youre sayin' they coming out of their territory?" Tim nodded, "They got Curly a week ago then me. Curls had better luck though because it was only three. Some will have they whole gang after ya."

My head spinned as he spoke. Curly got jumped? Just that information scared me. Is that why he didn't want me to tell anyone else? Did he know that it would drag them into it? As I thought, I heard the sound of a car pulling up.

The engine of the car was smooth. It almost tricked me into thinking that there was no car there at first. But then the soft hum of an engine told me otherwise. Dally and Tim continued to talk, a small mutual agreement.

I turned around ignoring the spike of pain that came from it and watched as a familiar blue car started rolling up around us. Memories of the previous days haunted me again, gluing me to the ground as I watched the familiar people get out of the car. One of them made eye contact with me again… Bob.

"Dal-" I whispered out as they started sauntering near out. Tim looked where I was looking and let out a steady stream of cusses. Dally stepped forward, his hand going to his pocket. It would only be a little bit before he would have to use his switchblade.

"Shit kid, we gotta go," Tim said. I looked at him trying to shake my head. It was a greaser rule to stay with someone if they were in trouble. With two other socs following Bob, it could be considered a fair fight if I stayed. Tim muttered something under his breath as he reached into his back pocket.

He shoved a switchblade into my hands and went to Dally. I fumbled with the switchblade in my hands as I put it into my back pocket. Dally glared at the socs as they walked up, trying to form a half-circle. I watched as they smiled a bit, but something was off. They swayed as they walked, never making it two steps without stumbling to a different direction.

"Theyre drunk," I whispered. My hands were sweaty and I could feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up. If they were crazy enough to stab me sober, who knew what they would do drunk?

Tim looked back to Bucks, almost as if hoping that someone would come from there. I looked to the car, seeing that there were three more in the backseat. They were glaring at us as the other three came up steadily. Only stopping to make direct eye contact with me.

I could see the kid that Curly punched.

He made his way out of the car, but I was too distracted with the socs in front of us. "What the hell do you want?" Dally spat. The socs glared at him but one turned to me, "Little greaser had to call in his big guns?"

"Ya sure? I'm seein' the other one right there next to 'im," Bob slurred out as he looked at Tim. Tim glared at him, watching his every movement. I stood there, trying to watch the socs and the other soc walking to them.

"We ain't here for you grease," Bob says to Dally. Bob turns his eyes to me, staring me down. But, he also shares his glare with Tim right next to me. I focus on Bob, the way he stares at me, and the way that he slowly sways like a scarecrow in the wind.

I don't even notice when someone punches me in the stomach.

I let out a groan and held onto my stomach. Dally whirled around and started punching the guy who hit me. With a groan, I get up and try to help Dally. The other socs were after him and Tim as I tried to help both of them.

The guy punched me struggled to fight back with Dally. I could see that he winced when moving too much. I was thankful that Curly broke his ribs.

Tim tried to hold off the other socs with empty insults and shallow hits. I bounced between helping Dally and helping Tim. Mostly, I helped Tim as he swayed around.

"I'll kill ya grease," Bob growled out as he shoved me to the ground. My head hit the gravel and I watched as stars swayed around my vision. However, it wasn't the time for me to stay down.

The socs were closing in on us, pushing us closer to Bucks. I watched as Dally threw one of the socs to Bucks window. The glass shattered, alerting everyone inside of the bar.

Before I knew it, the two guys in Brumly gang was out there, helping us. Well- mostly helping Tim. Buck walked out, finally seeing what was happening.

The soc had jumped out of the window and onto Dally. Dally threw him around, trying to get to me. I helped and watched as the two other socs ran to join the action. I felt the warm pooling of blood come from my wound as I fought.

Bob made his way to me, greeting me with a punch to the stomach. His rings grazed past the gauze and to the stitches. I felt as if the gauze ripped and partly feared that he ripped a stitch.

I tried to fight back against him. He had multiple advantages over me: he was bigger and stronger, and he was practically immune to pain. The alcohol must've dulled all of his senses.

Before I knew it, he was slamming me into the wall with my head slamming into it. My head swarmed as I fell to the ground. Pieces of broken glass embedded themselves into my arm as I tried to get up.

Bob reached into his pocket, glowering at me the entire time. Fear spiked back up in me as I tried to call for anyone to help me. Before I could even open my mouth, he kicked me hard.

The kick to my ribs left me on the floor. He bent down giving me a good couple of slugs as he did so. A disgusting scent of beer and aftershave hit my senses like a brick. Part of me wanted to reach into my back pocket and get the switchblade.

I made an effort to do so, wiggling around. Bob smacked my head into the wall again, practically paralyzing me. All efforts to get the switchblade were lost as I tried to think of a different idea.

"H-help!" I screamed, trying to alert anyone. Bob put the switchblade right on my jugular, pressing down ever so slightly. It was just like what Randy had done in my nightmares. And that thought didn't make the process any easier.

"You know what happens to pathetic trash like you? Good citizens oughta take it out ourselves."

He was going to kill me. I knew that he wasn't lying about anything. It was his whole intention to kill me right then and there. My mouth stayed shut, not even bothering to tell a good comeback.

"Quiet now kid?" Bob spat at me. The knife to my throat helped me stayed silent. I felt as it gently pricked me as I tried to steady my breathing. Blood seemed to be pooling around me.

In a fraction of a second, Bob was ripped right off of me. I watched as Bob's eyes widened a bit as he was thrown. Dally stood above me, watching me before turning back around to Bob.

Bob scrambled up with his knife still in hand. Although, there was something on the knife. A crimson-red liquid fell from the blade, falling down on his shoes.

The sound of everyone else fighting continued all around us. I looked around, looking right at the soc who had started the whole fight. He was passed out cold, most likely from Dally.

My eyes went back to Bob as he held the switchblade in front of him. The glass was still pressing into my arm and I looked down to it. This time though, I watched as more blood spurted out from a different area.

My hands went to my throat, grazing over the new cut that I had. I bit my lip hard and tried to put on a tough face. Slowly, I got up, keeping my eyes on the socs around us. Tim, Buck, and the Brumly boys were still too preoccupied with the other socs to see what was happening.

I held the switchblade in my hand, ready to stab Bob. I was going to do it. It didn't even matter to me anymore the logistics of murder. No- all that I had in my head was that he was supposed to be dead.

I felt nothing as I held the switchblade in a loose grip. Bob's eyes traveled to me, his hand also squeezing the switchblade in it. Dally stood in front of me, unable to see my switchblade, but I looked at his switchblade. I made a mental note of all the new scratches he had.

Dally walked up to Bob, ready to fight dirty. I was going to follow him and sneak up on Bob. But, just as I tried to walk I felt as the switchblade was grabbed out of my hands. I looked to the soc who did it. It was the same soc that was on the floor.

His face was beaten up badly, with remnants of a bloody nose still there. He glared at me as he fought for the switchblade. We stumbled around each other as he reached for my swtichblade. Holding him off, I tried to go to Bob.

"You son of a-" The soc shouted in my ear. The sound of crunching glass hit me as I started to back up. He kept trying to aim, albeit, horrendously. He was also drunk, I thought as I tried to keep the switchblade.

He slammed me into the wall, right next to the place where Dally broke the window. I grabbed his collar and spun him around into the glass. My breathing was uneven as I tried to see where Dally was. I was barely able to get a glimpse of Dally and Bob fighting, but, I knew that when the sound of clinking metal was heard, it wasn't good.

The soc snuck up behind me, slamming me onto the ground with him. Glass shards flew around us as I tried to fight him off. With a burst of strength, I shoved the soc off of me and looked to where Dally was. It was just in time to see him getting stabbed by the switchblade that Bob had.

My heart dropped as Dally instantly retaliated against Bob. Buck and Tim were walking towards us, also in time to see the whole ordeal. Tim looked around until looking at me. His eyes widened a bit and I heard as the soc behind me scrambled to get up.

The sweat on my hands were obvious as I tried to put the switchblade back into my back pocket. Buck looked to where Tim was staring and he also looked shocked. I got up from the floor, stumbling a bit.

My head felt like a hammer was repeatedly hitting it as I tried to stand. Buck cussed as Tim got a hold of Dally. Dally was stabbed, I remembered, he was stabbed but where? I tried to look for a certain spot of blood to show me.

The sound of an engine roaring to life hit me hard as I watched the soc run away. With that, the blue car drove off. A wave of pain hit me as I was reminded of the sunlight in the sky. I looked to Buck, watching as he walked to me.

"Easy there Winston," I heard Tim tell Dally. My heart pounded through my ears as Buck finally made it to me. His eyes glazed over mine and I tried to take a step.

My feet wobbled and I felt as I fell to the ground. Glass hit me in the face, but that was the least of my worries.

"Shit!" Buck cussed as he tried to grab me. For some reason, my legs weren't working just right. I felt as Buck flipped me over so that only my back was on the glass. My eyes squeezed shut at the sight of the sun.

"Ight kid, you're gonna need to stay awake," Buck said as he started shaking me. My head lolled off to the side, "Hurts…" His grip tightened on me, "God damn it Tim; help the murder case here."

"Im busy with the stabbing case here," Tim called out. Buck cussed again, "Youre gonna have to get up kid. Shit-"

My eyes tried to open, never fully becoming accustomed to the sunlight. Still, I nodded, trying to put a brave face for Buck and Tim. Unsteadily, I stood up, swaying a bit as I did so. I looked around, seeing as how the Brumly boys were also on the ground out cold.

"Are… a-are they okay?" I slurred out. "Curtis they're fine, you're not though," Buck said. He steadied me by the shoulders and I looked at Dally. Tim was applying pressure to some part of his stomach.

Buck guided me into the roadhouse, although it had a lot more broken glass in it. He placed me on a random barstool and went to the phone. My head felt too heavy for my shoulders. As I tried to stay awake, I felt as my head started to droop forward on to the bar.

Some blood dripped my head and some even spurted out. My hand went to my throat, feeling the cut on there again. Blood loss, my mind supplied me, I lost too much. I hadn't been thinking about the amount of blood I was losing during the fight. No, I was too busy trying to get to Bob.

My mind hurled the memories of being stabbed at me. However, it also hit me with some information. Tim hadn't wanted to get jumped, but Curly did and brought him into it. I didn't want to get jumped, and during it I got him jumped. I got him stabbed…

"Tim was right," I whispered as I rested my head on my forearms. "What was that Curtis?" Buck asked as he put the phone back on the wall.

"Theyre going out of their territory," I slurred a bit, "'N they're draggin' anyone into it." Buck put a hand on my shoulder, "Head up Curtis, I can't hear a word."

"They ain't gonna stop-" I pulled my head up, "-Now Dallys in it…" I fought with myself to not cry, to keep my composure. Yet, I felt as some warm tears slipped down my face.

"Are you hurt badly Curtis? The ambulance is gonna be here soon," Buck told me. He was trying to change the subject, but I knew that he understood what I meant. They weren't going to stop. And both of us didn't know if a rumble was going to help with it.

I shook my head, allowing my hands to rest on the bleeding wound on my neck. It was an obvious lie, especially with the way my head swarmed as I tried to get up. "I needa get home," I told Buck. He looked at me, almost as if trying to see if I was lying. He could tell through that I was serious.

"Tell Dally not to tell anyone this," I slurred out, "My brothers will kill him." Buck let out a dry laugh as he guided me back outside. My legs swayed and I saw as dots tried to blind me. Still, I followed Buck and went to the car that Dally was borrowing.

Dally was still on the ground with Tim above him putting pressure on his wound. It was only then that I saw how the switchblade handle stuck out from his stomach. The sight made me sick and I stumbled. Buck tried holding me up, "What the hell?" He looked at where I was looking and instantly hid the view.

"Cmon kid, up in the car," Buck ordered as he threw me into the passenger seat. I watched as some blood from me came onto the passenger seat. "Actually… Shepards," I murmured out. Buck looked at me, confused. "Take me to the Shepards," I rasped out.

"Alright Curtis," Buck said. I knew that he also hadn't wanted to go to my house and have to explain the whole thing to my brothers. If they didn't flip on me first, they would most definitely go after Buck.

Buck drove silently, not even having the radio on. My eyes struggled to stay open as he drove. The loud hum of the engine was more comforting than the sound of a soft one. And with that thought, I was awake and not ready to go to sleep.

"We're here," Buck said after a bit. I nodded, stumbling out of the car. The Shepards house was unkempt, the lawn overgrown, and miscellaneous items sprawled everywhere. Buck came to help me after I almost tripped on a random soccer ball.

We wobbled up the stairs and I saw some of Bucks injuries. He homed new cuts and bruises that seemed to hurt him as I balanced my weight on him. Still, he helped me and knocked on the Shepard's door. I heard Angela scream to Curly to open the door.

"What is it-" Curly opened the door. His eyes widened as he looked at me. "Holy shit what happened to y'all?" He asked as the door slammed wide open. He looked to Buck, "Did Tim-"

"Tim with Winston right now. Curtis needs some help," Buck said as he let go of me. I stumbled for a moment, leaning onto the doorway. Curly nodded, reaching over to me. I flinched back a bit but he grabbed me and dragged me inside.

"You were right Curly," I slurred out a bit. He turned around and looked at me, a first-aid kit in his hands. I settled down on the couch, shifting around a bit so that the glass didn't cut too far deep into my skin.

"Right about what Baby-Curtis?" Curly asked as he motioned for me to take my shirt off. I took off the shirt, feeling as it stuck to some parts of me. The dried-blood made an appearance as I put it on the floor. "About dragging people into it…" I answered.

His eyes widened at the sight of all the bruises on my torso. Then he looked up at me, "Im guessing Tim told ya then."

"Ya didn't have the idea to tell me that you got jumped?" I grumbled as he took out some tweasers. I bit my lip hard as he took some of the glass out carefully. "Didnt think they'd jump ya," Curly whispered as he started to get some rubbing alcohol out.

I allowed him to clean the rest of the cuts up and wrap them as I stayed on the couch. After he was done, he looked me over. Almost a whole first-aid kit had been used on all the injuries I sustained. After a second he bent down and checked my ribs.

"Just a couple of cracks," Curly told me. I nodded, laying down on the couch. He left the room and came back after a bit. The pills in his hand reminded me of the ones I had to take at home.

Groaning I took the aspirin that Curly gave me and started to stand up. The new bandage on my neck twisted a bit, sending a bout of pain through my wound. Curly put his hands on my shoulders, stopping me. "What are you doing?"

"Unless ya want to drag my brothers into this, I gotta get home before they come back."

While I knew that he didn't want me to, he knew that I was right. If I didn't get back, then Darry and Soda would know what happened. And if they knew, then they were liable to being injured as well. Either that or absolutely killing the socs that did this.

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Curly sighed loudly before reaching something on the coffee table. He jingled a set of keys in front of my face. "Ill drive ya back."

I wanted to refuse, but my smarting body allowed me to think differently. Curly walked and gave me a spare shirt before leading me to Tims car. "How did he get to Bucks?" I asked Curly as we got in. He shrugged, "Said somethin' 'bout business then didn't take his car."

I shrugged allowing myself to lean back in the passenger seat. The streets whirled past us as Curly drove. Surprisingly, he didn't try to kill both of us as he went through the streets.

"So Dal got dragged into it?" Curly asked, breaking the silence. I nodded, "One of them stabbed him." He let out a whistle, "Like they did with you?" My hand went to the wrapped cut on my neck, "Yeah."

Curly nodded before smoothly parking near my house. He hopped out of the car, extending his arm to me. I rolled my eyes as I stood up, still thankful though for it. As I wobbled to the house, I heard some people inside.

"Shit," I groaned as Curly helped me. "Think we can go through your window?" Curly joked. With that, he was shoving me into my bedroom window and calling out a goodbye.

"Where have you been?"

I froze on the floor of my room.

Oooh cliffhanger! I'm honestly trying to write this story as fast as I can! There's a clear vision for this story that I want to be able to finish. While I don't want it to be too long, it might end as a 40K word fic. I'm not sure if I should take a break lol.

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