You run from a group of socs on the main street as they chase you. They said they wanted to give you a good time, but this wasn’t your thought of a good time. You could only think of one place where you could run to, DX. That’s where your boyfriend, Sodapop, could keep you safe. You breathing was faster than your heartbeat and you couldn’t make it all the way to the gasoline station. You ran into the dark alley next to DX, hoping the socs wouldn’t find you in the darkness; you were wrong. They cornered you against the brick walls; that’s when finally someone spoke up, “You shouldn’t run away from nice guys like us. Now you’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’.” Before you could make a come back, a fist was pounded into your stomach. You try to contain your screams of pain because they would hurt you even worse if you did. You were slammed onto the ground then kicked repeatedly on your sides. For sure you were bleeding at this point but the kicks and punch were still strongly going. There wasn’t much you could do so you just shut your eyes and tried to ignore everything. After keeping your eyes shut for 15 more minutes of beating you slowly uncover your swollen eyes. Everyone around you had disappeared so you decided to stand up; not the best idea. You pressed yourself against the brick wall to keep your balance as you made your way to the streetlights. You clung onto the pole and slid down to the ground and started crying silently. Hot tears streamed down your face as you look towards the DX. You saw someone working on a car but you couldn’t figure out who it is. You scream as loud as you can, which wasn’t very loud, “Soda! Steve! S-someone… H-help!” You saw a head pop from under the hood and could tell by those gorgeous blue eyes, it was Sodapop. He sprinted to you at lightning speed. He knelt down by your side and gasped as he saw your cuts and bruises, “Oh my god! Baby what happened?” He shouted as you sat up from the ground. You couldn’t say a word because you were crying so damn hard, it just came out as sobs and gasps for air. Sodapop sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around your weak body, “Shh, don’t cry baby doll, please d-don’t cry no more.” He could stand to see you so petrified. You just sat in his arms with your head buried in his muscular chest, tears rolling onto his DX work shirt. He gently stroked your hair and tried to keep himself from crying too. He raised your chin up so you stared into his eyes, “Hey, you’re safe now. I won’t let anyone lay a finger on you. Just please… I can’t see you cry anymore.” He said, kind of like a whimper. You rested your forehead against his and shut your weary eyes, “I’m always safe with you.” You breathed onto his shaking lips. You felt him nod a little then sudden lips pushed against yours. All you wanted right now was to feel secure and safe with Soda, and he made you feel that way in the kiss. It almost felt like a lightning storm because you felt sparks fly. Tears stopped falling from your eyes and he slowly but passionately rubbed your tongues together. He pulled you closer to him to give you the feeling of safety. Just as the kiss became deeper, you heard footsteps next to you. You didn’t bother to look who it was because you were practically attached to Soda’s lips. “Really Soda? Making out on the concrete?” You heard Steve’s familiar tone; annoyed. You pulled away from Soda, still holding onto him tightly and looked at a few members of the gang standing behind Steve. Before you could explain anything, Two-Bit shouted, “Holy shit! What happened to your face?” Followed by Ponyboy punching him. You drew your attention back at Soda who had a smirk on his face. You both started laughing so you buried your head in his chest again to hide yourself from shame, “She got jumped.” Sodapop said a little more serious, “C’mon doll, lets go get you cleaned up.” He said beginning to pick you up.