I do not own any of these characters or the Outsiders book…..I can only wish I did.
This updated Febuary 5th. This is my first fanfic.....so be nice. Tell me if its good enough to continue
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*Pony*
Flashback
It was 3 a.m. and I was at Buck's. I have never been as drunk in my life as of this moment. This was the first time I was rip roarin' drunk. I would have made Two-bit proud. But this night I also had another first. My first time experimenting with hard core drugs. I knew Darry was going to kill me but I didn't care. I was dancing with this busty blonde……since I started partying I have found girls were just as crazy for me was they were for Soda. 'Bout halfway through the dance I remember this guy tried to cut into our dance and it turned into a fight. Wasn't much of a fight cause the moment he laid his first punched on me I was dead to the world. It wasn't a hard punch but in my current state….
I wake up on a cot in the corner with Hank Williams blaring……GOD HE SUCKS!! I dragged myself up and started searching for an empty room upstairs to past out in till my head stopped spinning and I could deal with Darry. When I woke up it was 9 p.m……its been about 35 hours I hadn't been home…me and Darry had gotten in a fight again and I ran to Bucks to drink away from memories. I turn over and was about to go back to sleep…Speak of the devil….Darry was sitting in the corner with a look that would kill. Once he saw I was awake he dragged me out of bed and into the truck and after we got home he yelled at me and grounded me for a month……..for being at bucks and been drinking and according to him "who knows what else".
That was 6 mouths ago.
*Darry*
I was looking down at my baby brother. As hard as he tries to tell/show me and soda that he is grown up he will always be our baby brother. He has landed himself in the hospital again. With all this fights and drinking and drugs…….He gonna land himself 6 feet under. I just don't know what to do with him anymore. Nothing I do seems to work. He goes out and gets wasted with Curly every night. He skips school everyday for the past 3 months and half the time he doesn't even come home. The other half is when one of the gang finds him in the street either unconscious or so drunk and high they can bully him into coming home. All the gang is worry about him, even Steve.
I have to do something…..We need him home, especially Soda. I thought Pony was the only one to get nightmares in out family. How wrong was I. Soda has moved into my room so I can calm him down when he has them.
"HEY DARRY!!" yelled soda. I about jump I fought in the air. I hadn't heard him come up behind me. "Sorry Dar, I didn't mean to scare ya. I did called ya for like 2 minutes and you weren't paying attention"
"Sorry Soda, I was just thinking" I said. It seems Soda wasn't the only one picking up Pony's bad habits. I was dazed out, Pony used to daze out for hours at a time and nobody could get throught to him. It was like he was on his own little planet.
"The doctor said he's alright and could go home today" Soda said. "But we have to keep a close watch on him cause they almost couldn't save him this time"
*******LATER THAT NIGHT AT HOME*****
*Soda*
Flashback
It was tough work getting pony home. We decided it would be easier to get him home drugged. The gang walked in right after we drugged him to make sure he didn't wake up. Darry had picked him up and carried him to the truck while the gang jumped in the back. Two-bit opened the doors for Dar and Darry laid Pony on our bed. We all went out and started to play poker and Dar went in the kitchen and worked on the bills when……..
I was about to pull out my cards out from my sleeve and let me win 10 bucks when a blood-curdling scream could be heard coming mine and Pony's room. All the gangs shoots up which ends up overturning the table and run into our room. There was Pony in the middle of the bed wrapped up in the sheets and sweating like no other.
" What the hell is wrong with the kid?" Two- bit nervously asked.
"Withdrawal" Steve states simply from his place leaning carefree on the doorframe.
I see Darry from the corner of my eye drop to his knees next to pony's bed and could barely hear him whisper "Oh god, my poor baby"
Pony is not awake but he toss and turns wildly. He brakes his bed side lamp with a flailing foot. I see blood running down his foot when the glass from the lamp cut him. "Help me hold him down before he does real damage" I say. All the gang grabs a hold of him and Darry goes and fetches the first aid kit and wraps up his foot. This whole time I have been holding his head in my lap and start singing a lullaby our mom used to sing to us before that dark, dark day. I have him calmed down enough that the gang can let go.
He peels open his dazed and confused eyes and he says "Mom?"
I just reply "Go back to bed, honey. Everything is gonna be alright"
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This is my first story and I'm sorry to say its not that good….I'm not a writer more of a reader but I've decided to try. I'll continue on if people want. I'm always open to helpful comments.