I walked home, my blood still full of adrenaline from the drag race. It was late but I knew my old man was drunk and wouldn't care. My mom abandoned me and my father when I was younger and that's what got him drinking, but I didn't care. I had Soda. I walked in quietly and to a mild surprise saw my dad wasn't passed out on the couch. All of a sudden he began his usual druken yelling. I yelled back just as fierce.
"GET OUT OF NY HOUSE YOU SONOFABITCH!" He yelled nastily and slapped my face. I grimaced a bit and slowly walked out, just to get his blood to boil more. I was going to crash at the Curtis house but before I did, I went inside the empty DX and burst into tears. I didn't care that he had hit me, I got use to it. But I never did get use to the pain of getting kicked out by my own father at least once a week. The part I couldn't stand most was the fact that the next time he sees me, he'll give me five bucks, as an apology. I took it because I deserved it, but I never truly will forgive him. Just then, Soda walked in whistling. I tried to cover my face but he saw me and his happy go lucky whistling stopped.
"Again?" He asked, sympathetically. I nodded and he sat by me and hugged me. Soda was the only person to see me cry. I never did in front of my father. Soda, understood me. He was my blood brother and the only person I actually felt thought I was a human being. I hugged back tight and he chuckled. "No matter what he said, you'll always have the tuffest hair I've ever seen." Soda said and I couldn't help but chuckle. He really could put a smile on anybody's face. "C'mon brother, lets go home." He said smiling and helping me up. I smiled back and we walked home together, quickly turning into a full out run when we caught a glimpse of the time. Darry was in his recliner reading the paper, looking tired. Ponyboy was in his and Soda's room, either reading or sleeping. Soda smiled defensively as Darry began to lecture about staying out to late. I was home.
