(Darry is in about high school so Mr. and Mrs. Curtis are still alive around this time❤️)

You walked, more like limped, to the Curtis house, exhausted. On your way home from school some jerks jumped you. In class all you did was answer a simple question but the socs thought you were trying to make them look stupid. You told them they didn't need any help with that and to leave you alone. Bad choice. They shoved you up against a tree in the back of the park, and pulled a blade on you. It wasn't to common for someone to have a knife used on them in that kind of scenario. You shuddered remembering it. They held the blade around the middle of your thigh, and pulled it down to your ankle, causing the limp. You saw the Curtis house, and put all your energy in those next few steps. You heard a truck coming from behind you. You jumped at it when you noticed it. You were still pretty shaken up.

"Y/n?"

"D-Darry?"

Darry was in his dad's truck right in front of you. He leaped out and ran to you. You collapsed in his arms. You started to quietly sob, for multiple reasons. Darry's body racked with silent tears as he held you. He picked you up bridal style and laid you gently in the truck. He pulled the truck in the driveway then carried you inside. You cuddled into his big chest and closed your eyes. You didn't want to worry about other people's sympathetic looks right then.

"You found her! Oh thank God is she alright?! Come on take her in here, she's been gone for two days and then you find her like this? Well we'll have to fix her up and make sure she feels better."

Mrs. Curtis said frantically. Darry carried me into his room. He laid me on the bed, and I quickly fell asleep in his comfortable bed.

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Darry's POV

I looked at y/n's sleeping figure. She had been missing for two days, then I find her limping through town on probably the hottest day of the year? Not good. I haven't left her side since she fell asleep. She lives in a rotten foster home, with people who don't care about her. It's not uncommon for her to stay over here. Soda poked his head through the door and told me dinner was ready.

"Still not awake?"

"Nope."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Is she gonna get better soon?" He asked with worry in his voice.

"Yah Pepsi-Cola she's gonna get better. Come 'ere." He walked over and I pulled him down on my lap.

"How do you know she's gonna be fine?"

"Cause I just do."

We sat there for a little while not saying anything.

"Darry, do you love her?"

"Yah I think I do."

"Ew."

I laughed. Soda hopped off my lap and ran into the kitchen. I stood up and kissed y/n. Her soft lips limp against mine.

"Please wake up soon y/n. I need you."

As if she had magically heard me, she moved her arm grabbing my hand. I smiled and kissed her forehead. I left to go eat dinner quickly. The faster I ate the sooner I could go back to y/n. I wanted to be the first one she saw when she woke up. I heard soft feet pitter down the hall. I turned around to see y/n standing there leaning against the doorframe for support. As she was about to fall I ran to her almost knocking over my chair.

"D-Darry?" She said, barely above a whisper.

"Y/n." I breathed out. I picked her up bridal style and held her close. I didn't care that everyone was watching us I just cared that she was ok.

"Are you alright? Are you ok? What did they do to you? I swear when I get my hands on em I'll-"

"Darry." She interrupted. "I just want to be with you. I don't want you to go after them and get yourself in trouble."

"Sweetheart I bet she's exhausted. How bout you put her to bed and l'll save you two and extra plate for later?" Mom suggested.

"Yah your right. Thanks mom." I said and kissed her on the cheek.

I went and laid down y/n on the bed and crawled in next to her. I laid my arm over her waist as if just to prove to me that she was here. When she was gone I was terrified. I had no idea where she was, if she was dead or not. Now that she's here and though she's hurt pretty bad she's here. And that's all I'm asking for.