Soda was tired. Dog tired. He had been working for 12 hours straight without any breaks. Though he was tired he still worked with a smile on his face. His face said happy but inside he was screaming. He just wished that Steve was with him and not off with his cousin for the day. Well, not the whole day was bad. A few girls had stopped by and walked around the store, refusing to buy or do anything for 30 minutes before Soda got uncomfortable and left. It was nine o'clock and he was just ready to go home. He could already smell Darry's pot roast and Pony's mashed potatoes. With haste, he locked up the shop and started his walk home.
Soda's POV
Man, I didn't know if my legs could take me any further. I was just so beat. I started kicking a rock to pass the time and as soon as I was about to kick the rock for the seventy billionth time, a blue mustang started trailing me. My heart started pounding faster and faster but I still had to keep a nonchalant look on my face in order to look tuff. A Soc with a yellow plaid shirt started shouting at me.
"Hey Grease! Whatcha doin walking all by your lonesome?"
I refused to give him the satisfaction of looking at him so I sped up. I didn't start running until I noticed that the mustang that before was 40 feet away was now 20. I made a sharp left turn hoping that the Socs would get frustrated and leave me alone. The sound of their engine and my heavy breathing were the only audible sounds in the quiet night. I kept running faster and faster but their car was gaining on me. Then the yellow shirted Soc jumped out the car and tackled me. I slugged him in the mouth, making him curse loudly, and tried to get away. I was starting to get the better hand of the fight until his buddies came and pinned me to the ground. One of them sent a hard kick to my jaw. It hurt like crazy and I tasted a lot of blood. I received many more slugs to my ribs and my chest and a sharp pain in my side before I started to lose consciousness. Then I heard one of them shout.
"Oh man! Dude, what did you do? We got to get out of here."
Then I heard a car screech and drive away then nothing.
Darry's POV
Soda was supposed to be home an hour ago. Everyone was here and sitting around the dinner table playing poker. Everyone was silent with worry.
"Calm down Superman. I'm sure Soda's fine," Two-Bit said trying to lighten the mood but his eyes said otherwise.
"I can't Two-Bit. Soda would not have missed Steve's homecoming party and pot roast."
There were no sounds in the room except for Pony's heavy breathing while asleep on the couch. He's had a rough day. He had to work today and hasn't slept well in days. I told him that he should not get a job but he defied me and got one anyway. Even though his money does help with bills he still should not have to work.
Okay, it was 11:00 and Soda was supposed to be home at 9:00.
"Guys come on were going to look for him."