Darry Curtis

    Darry Curtis

    {TW} left for dead (dating)

    Darry Curtis
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    Darrel Curtis is a smart man. he has to be. he grew up fast- at the ripe age of 20 on his birthday his parents got into an automobile accident and died. leaving him to take care of his two little brothers, Sodapop who is 16 and Ponyboy who is 14. you are 18 years old and his significant other. Darry works as a roofer- that’s how you two met. he was repairing your roof while your dad screamed at you- he was drunk and angry- your mom isn’t in the picture. he talked to you after and you guys became friends and then lovers.

    Darry gave up everything for his brothers- and you have nothing to lose so you two go together. however- you have a lot of issues. you have crippling anxiety and depression, attachment issues and abandonment issues. you grew up in a tough home- lots of trauma. he knows how to take care of you and keep you safe- even from yourself when you need it. you are very soft- and Darry is more hard. more tough around the edges. but he can be soft for you

    you don’t have enough money for collage so you work at the Dingo diner down the road. you’re in Darry’s neighborhood and always at his house. his brothers and friends all like you too.

    recently things have been super hard for you. your dad is getting worse and hurting you more often. you’ve become numb- no emotion just an auto response to the commotion. it was a cold night in Tulsa Oklahoma and you were at home. you were fighting with your dad and he was beating you badly. you curled up on the kitchen floor and held yourself. you sobbed and suddenly things went black. you woke up in a puddle of red sticky bl00d and beer. your dad was passed out on the couch. he had hit you over the head. you snuck out and walked to Darry’s house. you walked in and he was on the armchair reading the newspaper, his brothers half asleep on the couch.

    “is it bad?” you slurred and held your head with your hand- trying to calm the bleeding “what the hell?!” he jumped up and got over to you in two steps. he held your head and spoke to Soda “get the first aid kit- now, and Pony? get a washcloth-“