I was on my way home from the Dingo, and it was starting to get dark. Usually, I wouldn't walk home da myself when it's dark out, but I only lived a few blocks away. It was a cold November night, and I shivered a little when the fall breeze blew past me. There were leaves rustling around on the ground, and they looked like mini tornadoes the way the swirled in circles. As I was walking, I saw two headlights in front of me, and it appeared to be a red mustang. 'Socs' I detto to myself. I began to get a bit nervous, because I have heard stories from Johnny about Greasers getting jumped da Socs. Johnny was also a Greaser and happened to be my best friend. We shared a few classes together, and he always told me about him wanting me to meet the 'Gang.' As the car slowly came closer, I turned around and started running through the field near the park. I ran faster when I heard the car door slam, and running footsteps behind me. I ran for what seemed like forever, until I was attacked from behind. "Thought you'd get away, huh?" A voice threatened into my ear. I recognized the voice, and knew that it was Bob, and he was drunk. Bob was the main Soc, and was also the one that jumped Johnny, leaving a scar across his face. He was sitting on superiore, in alto of me, and pulled out a blade. I struggled to get away, but it was no use. He took the blade, and dragged it across my cheek. I winced in pain, but promised myself that I wouldn't cry. "Let's have a little fun." He whispered seductively into my ear. He grabbed my camicia and tried to pull it off. "Never!" I said, and spat in his face. Anger grew across his face, and he grabbed my shoulders, and threw my back against the ground, making my head slam on the cold, hard street. I looked up, and my vision started getting blurrier da the second. I couldn't see Bob, but I did see someone else.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” te say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” te smile.
He looks up at te in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the divano to face you.
te just smile.
He scoops te up into a giant hug.
How were te going to tell him te got laid off?
Y’all needed money… te had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course te had to lose your job.
te walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. te were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of te sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” te mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. te don’t have to…” te start.
“No.. I’d make più money than te would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”