Chapter Sequel to I Hate You Sodapop Patrick Curtis by AbbyIsWhatWeAimFor
Ponyboy floats back out of his body again-and sees the shocking image. Darry is kneeling on the floor, over Ponyboy's still form, convulsed in sobs. "I didn't mean to! I loved you baby. Please come back-don't die! You're all I have left-please don't leave me-I'll even turn myself in-just please, please come back to me!"
Soda's spirit looks at Ponyboy's.
"I think you should, Ponyboy."
"I don't want to, he's broken his promises far too many times."
"I still think you should-he'll turn himself in-I know he will."
Then, Soda's spirit looks sadly upon Darry and appears to him.
"Why, Darry, Why? You promised me there wouldn't be any more fights, can't you remember?"
Then the souls of Mr. and Mrs. Curtis appear, also looking grief-striken.
"We're so disappointed in you, son."
Darry then takes the lamp and breaks it over his own head.
Suddenly, there is a grinding roar.
All at once, a huge hairy monster with blood on its sharp fangs charges at all the characters.
Ponyboy screams in holy terror.
"Ponyboy! Ponyboy!" He feels someone shaking him. To his stunned amazement, the face and the figure is none other than Soda's. Ponyboy looks at his arms and sees the bruises have magically disappeared-and Darry is standing over him, softly caressing his hair.
"That nightmare again, little buddy?" he says gently.
To his great shock and relief, Ponyboy then realizes that Soda was never really drafted, and that Darry never actually hit him, except for the one slap prior to the Windrixville incident.
The "months" after Soda's "draft" had been nothing more than an awful dream-now banished forever.
