Title: New Life Summery: Ponyboy is in an abusive relationship with Steve. All he wanted was for Steve to love him, now all he wants is for the pain to stop.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything! Chapter 1: PONYBOY'S POV
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I lightly touched below my right eye and the left side of my jaw where bruises where starting to form. This was bad. Steve never hit me in the face. Instead, he'd hit me in my chest and my stomach, leaving bruises and deep cuts. I refused to fight back because most of the time when he hit me, he was drunk. And I was afraid.
We've been seeing each other for almost a year. In the beginning, everything had been going great until these last couple months when Steve started becoming more and more drunk and became abusive. I sensed that something might've happened to him that caused him to change, but I'm to scared to ask what.
But now, Steve wouldn't even be drunk when he hit me. He'd be completely sober. And he would hit me over small things like hugging one of my brothers or somebody else. He hated seeing anyone else, but him, touch me. If someone did hug me, or anything else that involved physical contact and Steve saw, he'd go ballistic once we were alone.
I was good about hiding the brusies, cuts, and scars he left on me. I was scared to tell anyone, especially Soda, about it. Even though Steve hurt me, I still loved him.
It was around 10 at night right now and I was the only one at home. Soda was out, but I didn't know where, but I imagined that him, Steve and Two-bit were probably all together. Darry was working late at his second job and I knew he wouldn't be home until after midnight. I hoped the same with Soda. Maybe by midnight I would've thought of something that can cover up the bruises on my face that have now turned into a dark purple color.
Then, not even a minute after that, I heard the door open then slam.
"Ponyboy, where are you?"
The sound of Soda's voice relived me even though I really preferred to be alone, but if somebody had to be here right now, I'd rather it be him.
"I'm in the bathroom, give me a second!" I called out.
I cursed under my breath, as I walked out of the bathroom. I kept my head down as I walked to my room and shut the door behind me, but I guessed that Soda must've suspected something was up because the door swung open not even 30 seconds later.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." I replied, still refusing to look at him.
But Soda wasn't going to take that for an answer because he grabbed me and turned me so I was facing him. When he saw my face, his eyes widened.
"Ponyboy, what happened?" Soda asked.
I could tell he was worried. I didn't want to tell him what really happened. I made up something quickly.
"Nothing. I just walked into a door. That's it." I said calmly.
Soda calmed down. I felt relived. He had believed my lie.
"That's all?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I told him.
Soda walked out of the room, leaving me alone. I felt good that I got Soda to believe me, but at the same time, I was wishing I would've told him the truth.
Little did I know that later, if I did tell Soda the truth, he could've saved my life.
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