Alright so I haven't updated this since summer and I feel really, I mean really bad. Truth is, it doesn't seem realistic and my word count was low to my other stories so I'm redoing this. I'm sorry if you enjoyed my other version but this is hopefully not that much different. Anyways hope you enjoy! :)

P.S. By the way, Johnny and Dally are…ALIVE! D

Disclaimer: I don't own 'The Outsiders' *sniff*

Chapter One:

(Ponyboy's POV)

Alright, to be honest I'm not as brainy as everyone here in boring Tulsa thinks. Yeah, I failed a final test so my grade for the semester is a big fat 'C'. Darry's gonna kill me. Damn, I just remember that I can't rip up my report card like I normally would if I got a bad grade. They sent it in the mail, are they trying to get me killed? Probably since that one day I whipped out my blade because the scalpel wouldn't cut, I swear the teacher had it in for me after that good looking girl in the yellow dress screamed. I started sprinting home in hopes to get the mail before Darry did, but any hope I currently had dropped to my stomach as soon as I saw the old, shitty pick-up truck sitting in the driveway.

Luckily for once in my life, I was happy to see the gang destroying the living room. Darry wouldn't yell when they were here, nosiree. I stand corrected. "PONYBOY MICHAEL CURTIS! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE THIS MINUTE!" Darry's voice echoed through the whole house. Don't believe me? Ask anyone that was currently sitting in our living room. Steve and Soda were lying on top of the table, fighting over poker when Soda turned and looked at me, mouthing 'What did you do?' I shrugged, not wanting Soda to know the real reason. Soda may have dropped out, but grades were no joke to him, especially mine.

I shuffled into the kitchen where I swear if Darry kept the shade of red that was settled on his face, it would've exploded. It would've been a pretty hysterical thing to see but when he was mad at you, it made you want to piss your pants. "Um, yeah D-Darry?" I managed to spit out, hoping I didn't sound too pathetic. But to tell you the truth, from the looks he was giving me I would rather drop dead. "You think this is okay in this household?" he said, holding the report card with the c on it.

"No." I said bluntly, getting sick of the shit he always gave me. I was done. Fed up. Through. I was never good enough, nor will I ever be. I could never please Darry. Could never meet his standards. He really needed to lower them."….boys home? Well do you? Do you want to be the reason?" he questioned. I didn't hear all of it but from the little bits I heard, I was assuming he was accusing me of being the reason if Soda and I went to a boy's home. Honestly, I immediately felt guilty. What kind of brother was he if he was saying that I would be the reason if we got split up? The gang just kept inching towards the door.

Now Soda was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, his head moving back and forth as we both kept having a stare down. I was getting more intimidated by Darry's ice-like eyes by the minute. Then I just blew up, "I ain't the goddamn reason! But if you're going to keep accusing me then I'll go to the boy's home myself!" I shouted, scared of my own voice that I thought I had lost earlier. Then it happened real fast. Darry wheeled around and smacked me with the newspaper so hard I lost my balance. Trying to catch myself, I reached my arm out, gasping in pain when we all heard the sickening crack that broke the silence. I couldn't take it. Not minding that my arm hurt like a bitch and was bent all funny, I ran. I blurred past the gang, them all giving me questioning looks but no one made a movement.

I ran all the way down to the park, little did I know that the damn blue mustang was following me the whole way.

I just stood there, speechless as they surround me, flicking out their switchblades. I had to write this down and remind myself that drunk socs, smelled like nasty horses that never bathe. On a whim I tried running but didn't make it very far because they tripped me. I honestly have to say I did pretty well on my own with a broken arm until one of them made a deep slash in my leg. After that I was down for the count. Several deep gashes later, and many drinks thrown on me, I hit my head on the fountain and my whole world went black.

Sodapop's POV

Darry hit him! It was bad enough Darry was saying he could get us both sent to a boy's home! After that he ran. We all tried following him but damn, he was fast, no wonder he was so good at track. When we finally caught up to him, I was disgusted with what I saw. I won't even mention it, it was disgusting, only thing I will say was he needed a hospital, stat. We piled in the truck, tears silently flowing down my face as I looked at my poor, helpless little brother. I could've sworn he was dead but was relieved when I felt a faint pulse. Scared to leave him, we arrived at the hospital and I gave him to the nearest doctor there was.

1 Hour Later

The doctor came out with a look that I couldn't tell was sympathy, or disgust. "We may want to speak in privacy," he said.

"Whatever you say, we can all hear, it's better to just do it out here." Darry declared.

"Alright then. He is currently in a coma from so much blood loss. He is also having complications breathing and we are currently giving him oxygen. His arm is broken. There were also several deep gashes that required heavy duty stitches. When and if he wakes up, he hit his head so we are afraid that he may have memory loss, it may last weeks, days, maybe months, maybe forever. We cannot be sure until he wakes up. You wanted it straight and you got it straight." And with that he walked off. I was pretty glad they were helping Pony out. The only words that scared me was if, if he woke up.

Alright well hope you enjoyed it. Read and review! :) Oh I will write chapter two tomorrow. Sorry I would update tonight but my fingers hurt:(