Ponyboy:
He felt like it was his fault. It had happened while you were walking home from his house. You hadn't gotten very far when a whole car full of them pulled up along side you. They'd offered you a ride but you refused. That was when they got out of the car. Thankfully Soda had been walking home from the DX at the same time. He'd broken up the fight and carried you home. Pony felt his whole world fall apart when Soda carried you through the door. He sobbed when he saw you laying on the couch with your bruised face. You'd told him again and again that it wasn't his fault. How could he have known that was going to happen? But Pony was stubborn as hell. He refused to believe anything you said and promised that he'd get those socs. They weren't going to get away with hurting his baby. Pony and Soda both wanted to go out that night to go find them. You'd begged them not to.
"Pony, just come lay down with me. That's what's going to make me feel better,"You said as you laid on your side on the couch. Pony's face softened and he let out a heavy sigh before he nodded. He climbed behind you so that he was between you and the couch. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss into your hair, promising to never let you get hurt again.
Dally:
Dally had been in the cooler when it happened. The cops had broken up a fight between him and a soc. They put him in just for the night but that was enough time for the Soc's buddies to go after Dally's one weakness, you. The first thing Dally did when they let him out was head over to Two's house. Two opened the door with a grim expression.
"I'll take you to her," Two said as he stepped outside and closed the frnt door. The drive to the hospital had been silent. Dally was trying not to panic and hold himself together. He couldn't lose you. You were the one thing that was holding him together. You kept him grounded. Without you Dally had nothing left to lose. Two stayed outside your room when Dally walked in. The sight of you looking so tiny in the hospital bed with a black and blue face triggered the first tear. The cast on your leg and IV in your arm brought the rest of the tears. You tried to smile at Dally and wave him over but it hurt too much to move. Dally pulled up a chair next to your head. He brushed the hair off your forehead and let the tears fall.
"I'm so sorry, baby doll. This is all my fault," He said as he rested his head on the pillow next to your face. He looked so vunerable. "I shoulda been there. Should've protected you.But I'm here now and nothin' ain't ever gonna hurt you again. I promise."
He kissed your forehead careful of the bruise on your temple.
"I love you too much to lose you," He whispered into your skin.
Darry:
Darry was packing up his football gear when he noticed that you hadn't been in the bleachers like you usually were when he had practice. With a frown he finished packing his stuff in a hurry. He remembered you had told him that you were tutoring someone for a little bit after school but that you would be done before practice was over. He started through the halls trying to see if you were at your locker or still in the class. He'd just turned the corner to the hallway where your locker was when he saw a group of guys surrounding a person on the floor. They were standing right where your locker was. He sprinted towards the group hoping that his thoughts were wrong and it wasn't you on the floor. He saw one of the socs start to undo his belt buckle. Darry tackled him first. Fists flew and it was a matter of seconds before the group of socs took off. You were curled up into a ball pressed against the wall with your hands covering your face. Darry carefully reached out to you but pulled his hand back when you flinched and whimpered.
"(Y/N), it's okay. It's me Darry, babe. I got you. You're safe now," He said softly. He smiled when you pulled youur hands away from your face. You immeadately scrambled towards him. Once you were in his arms he held you closely stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
Sodapop:
Soda had taken the late shift at the DX. You'd stopped by at the beginning of his shift to hang out with him which had turned into a make session in the garage. but you had left hours ago. Soda hurried home wanting to nothing more than to slip into bed and sleep forever. But when he arrived home the lights were on in the house. When he took the late shift usually everyone was asleep by the time he got home. Steve met him at the door.
"Hey Soda," he said. There was something off in his voice and the way Steve had put his arm out to bar Soda from entering the house.Soda looked at me.
"Hey Steve," Soda said looking at his best friend oddly. Soda tried to duck under his arm but Steve stopped him, again. "What's up? Why aren't you letting me in?"
Steve took Soda by the arm and pulled him onto the porch.
"Look, something happened to (Y/N) and we can't have you freaking out when you go in there. You have to be calm," Steve said softly.
"What do you mean something happened to (Y/N)?" Soda hissed feeling anger and worry boil within him.
"We don't know for sure but it looks like she got jumped by some Socs on her way over here," Steve said keeping a hold on Soda's arm so he couldn't do anything rash. Soda tried to wrestle away from his best friend to get into the house and see you. He was gonna find out who did this and he was going to kill them. "Soda you have to remain calm okay. (Y/N)'s pretty shaken up and if you go in there angry you'll just scare her." Soda struggled against Steve a little bit more before he collapsed against him. Steve could feel tears seeping through his shirt. "I just want to see her. I have to make sure she's okay," Soda begged tears streaking his face. Steve let go and led Soda into the house. You were laying on the couch focusing on your breathing. Each breath hurt more than the last. Soda came and kneeled next to your head. He ran careful fingers over your forehead. When you finally looked at him he let out a tiny sob at the sight of your bruised face. "Oh, Princess, what am I going to do with you?" He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"I couldn't live without you," He murmmered.
Steve:
You and Steve had just had a massive fight that had ended with you walking out. You were so pissed off that you didn't see the mustang following you until it was too late. You'd put up a good fight and even managed to pull out the switch Steve insisted you carry before they overpowered you. You were screaming and swearing trying to draw attention to what was happening but it seemed like no one would hear you. You were on the brink of unconciousness when you heard foot steps and shouting. You passed out before you could figure out what was going on.
"Come on, (Y/N). Those can't be the last words I said to you. You gotta wake up, babe. I love you so much. Please, please, wake up," was the first thing you heard when you started to wake up again. Than you felt a slight pain in your left arm. You slowly opened your eyes trying to let them adjust to the light. You groaned as soreness fell over you. Suddenly there was someone squeezing your right hand and shouting, "(Y/N)! Oh thank God! I thought I'd lost you. Shit you scared me so bad."
"What's going on?" You managed to croak out. You glanced to the side and saw Steve was the one squeezing your hand. He looked terrible with bags under his eyes and messy hair.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/N), I never should have said those things to you. I was so scared when I found you. I thought that those awful things might have been the last thing I ever said to you. I'm so so fucking sorry," Steve continued to ramble on.
"Steve!" You finally had to shout to get him to be quiet. You started to remember what had happened and put together the pieces that you were in the hospital. "I don't care about that stupid fight. I'm alive and you're here and that's all that matters.
Johnny:
Johnny and you were walking to the Dingo when it happened. A group of socs appeared out of no where and surprised you both. They grabbed onto you first. You started to struggle but you stopped when you felt the cold metal of a blade press into your throat.
"Don't touch her!" Johnny shouted as two socs held him back. "Do whatever you want with me but let her go."
"Now, why would we do that?" one of the socs practically growled. He turned to face you and smirked. He ran a finger down your jaw to your neck before trailing it over you shoulder. He pushed your shirt sleeve off your shoulder. "I don't usually go for greaser trash but your ass is too fine to pass up."
You could hear Johnny struggling more and more as you squeezed your eyes shut. The soc that was holding you let go so that the other one could press himself against you. Bile rose in your throat as he kissed your neck. You couldn't hear anything over your pounding heart beat. Suddenly the guy was ripped from you and you opened your eyes to see Johnny had him pressed against a wall with his own switch blade pressed to the guys throat.
"If I ever see you anywhere near me or my girl again I will end you," Johnny seethed. The guy looked to where his friends were laying on the ground obviously in pain and nodded. Johnny let him go and waited until he and his friends were out of sight before he put his blade away with shaking hands. You rushed to him and hugged him tightly. "I wasn't gonna let that dick hurt you, doll."
Two-Bit:
Two had been drunk when it happened. He had been walking toward your house planning to sneak in and fall asleep next to you. He didn't know, though, that you had snuck out too, intending to go find him. He walked past a group of socs and flipped them the bird. He hadn't looked at what they were doing just that they were no good socs. Thankfully he was standing under a street lamp.
"Two!" he heard the scream and it cut through his drunken stupor. He knew that voice anywhere. He wasn't thinking as he pulled his beloved blade out of his back pocket. He wasn't thinking as he rushed towards to group and swung out. He didn't hit anything but it was enough to scare the socs off. As they ran off, a much more sober, Two collapsed to the ground. He pulled you into his arms and cuddled you closely. Your shirt was ripped and you were shivering which was just all the more reason for him to hold you closer.
"Are you okay?" He whispered. You started to nod.
"Much better now that you're here," you whispered. "My knight in shining armor."