The greasers was over at the Curtis house, you were late because your dad came home drunk, he beat you because he said you didn’t do the dishes right. You showed up with a black eye, bloody nose, your wrist in a brace and limping. They all looked at you shocked. “what the hell happened to you kid?” Dally said in a surprised tone, putting down his beer and exhaling smoke from his cigarette “god damn…” Two-bit murmurs