Soft rain pounded on the roof of the Curtis house. Sodapop and Darry were fast alseep but not the youngest redhead. He had been awaken by a loud crash in the kitchen. Figuring it was just one of the gang that came in, The boy got out of his bed to investigate. He silently walked down the hall since he did not want to feel the rath of Darry if he woke up because of him. As he turned around the corner someone grabbed him and pressed a cold, metal blade his neck.
" You scream and I cut you got it kid?" The man who had ahold of him growled. Ponyboy froze and could make any noises. It was like his vocal cords decieded they didn't wan't to work. If this was good or bad, he didn't know. If screamed he would die yet if he didn't he might still die.
" Now I want you to go and sit on that nice little couch of yours and don't move. If your a good kid I'll leave you unharmed. Ok?" The man shoved Ponyboy away," Now go sit. You don't want to know what will happen if you don't."
Pony nodded vigorlesly and ran to the tattered couch. The only hope he had now of being saved was if one of the gang decieded to show up. His brothers would be too drowsy and before they knew the would be in the same postion as Pony. The intruder ransacked the kitchen, stealing food, plates, bowls, and silverware. The man stuffed in in a large garbage bag that he had also stolen from the Curtis'.
"I am almost done kid. Just gonna look around for anything catches my fancy." He set down his bag by Ponyboy, just for kicks. He stole the curtins Pony's Mom made with him and his Dad's
worn shoes. Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy had saved up money to buy a real expensive pair for their Dad's birthday.
" Please... Don't take those..." Ponyboy foolishly whispered. The man suddenly turned around and threw the items to the ground.
" What did I tell you about being quiet?" The man growled. He advanced slowly and each step he took made Ponyboy fill with fear till he felt as if he would explode. The man took the knife he had threated Ponyboy with before out.
" Now I am going to have to punish you." he said just above a soft, yet scary whisper. He shoved Part of the curtians in Pony's mouth. He picked up the shoes.
" I wish you listened." The man said before slapping Ponyboy with the shoe. The old rocks stuck on it dug and scratched at Ponyboy's face and soon Ponyboy relized he was bleeding. The Man smirked at what he had done in such little time to the boy. He wasn't done yet though. He remembered the blade in his hand and dragged it across Ponyboy's arm. Ponyboy would have screamed loudly but the curtian in his mouth kept him from doing so. Hot tears stung the cuts on his cheeks. Ponyboy prayed to god that this would be over soon. Unluckly for him, It wouldn't. A sudden tug at his hair kept him from nearly going unconious.
" You have such nice hair..." The man sawed some of it of," Almost makes me not want to ruin it. But what would be the fun in that?" The man chuckled at began cutting, with his knife, unevenally. It not only put lots of pyhsical pain in Pony's head, but mentally too. He loved his hair. Ponyboy remembered how Darry said he would take down any intruder that had the guts to come into their house. Why couldn't Darry stop being so full of himself and lock the door? Sure it kept the gang off the streets but it also put them in danger. A sudden pain in his stomach pulled him back to reality.
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