𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

                               _Warning: Sexual Assault/harassment, abuse and swearing ahead.

February 1st, 1966 Tuesday        Tulsa Oklahoma        8:56

Y/n's POV

There really wasn't a good reason of why I roamed the dark streets of Tulsa by my lonesome at night--Probably to feel stress free from all the school assignments? Well, It was the beginning of another frustrating school week. And like always I received homework from almost every single class. But that's not all I believe is a 'pain in the ass', but also the 'Hate from Greasers to Socs' and the other way around. Why can't we be like any other ordinary people outside of this town, that doesn't judge with class or race?

So, I thought a break with walking and feeling the cold night air was going to be a relief; turned quite the opposite. For trouble was roaming the greaser side of streets tonight.

I shoved my numb hands inside my jacket pocket and sighed, watching the sight in front of me pass by. I kept like that for a while until whistling erupted from 'round the corner, which caused me to turn my head its way. Just to face a blue Mustang full of drunk Socs. 

'God, It had to be Bob Sheldon and his dorks.'

"Hey Sweetheart! Wanna take a ride baby?" A blonde Soc yelled as a chorus of whistling followed after. 'Perfect, this is what you get for walking by your lonesome you fool.' My steps started to quicken to the point I was running, but the Mustang followed right behind me."Hey! Don't ignore us baby! We'll give you a fun time, We guarantee that!" Another Soc yelled. Ew gross...Damn jerks. I kept running, running faster every second, but the car still remained behind my back. I turned to a corner reaching a Dead End. "Shit."

"She won't listen Bob, I told ya."

Looking back, I saw as they parked the car to cover the alley way's only exit and one by one hopped out. I looked around, and held a can throwing it their way. Hitting a brunette's forehead."Little shit." He gasped and rubbed his forehead.

Bob's bud who I recall being named Jeff ran up to me and yanked me by my arm.

"Get away!" I yelled, trying to forcefully pull my arm away. "Well now she talks?" A Socs said, making the other laugh in mock amusement. "yes I can talk you retards." I glared at them, especially the blonde standing in front of me.

"Watch your mouth" Randy glared back. I scoffed in response. That Randy bitch always got on my damn nerves. "Leave me alone!" I insisted, pulling my arm again. "No you bitch. You better keep that pretty trap of yours shut." Jeff pulled me closer; our faces inches closer. I turned my face away in disgust. Even if I wasn't facing him, I could still smell his disgusting breath; Liquor. It was one of those rich brands with the awful smell and I couldn't tolerate it.

"Where were you headed to darling?" Jeff smirked, "You tell us and we'll take you there." He eyed me up and down. "Only if you pay us back." Another Soc chipped in.

"Its none of your damn business! Now if you mind."I spat, and again there went my weak effort in trying to pull my arm away. But somehow his grip was unbelievably strong.

"Whohohoa! Well who do we have here?"Exclaimed a voice behind..Oh No..