I own
nothing. Shutup.
And yes, it's short.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Eating
My Words
As Ponyboy raced out the door, the only
thought going through my head was; "What have I done? Oh
lord, what have I done?" I had pushed him- I'd hit him.
I'd hit one of the only family members I had left. So it was with
great sadness that I realized exactly what I had done. Who I'd just
inflicted pain on. And I realized that I'd been doing that very thing
for years. I'd been causing my brother pain for... years!
Soda, sensing my distress, spoke calmly as he patted me on the back. It was as if he felt that it was his job to make me feel like this wasn't my fault.
"I'm sure he'll be back, Dar. You know Pone."
But what if he didn't come back? It was currently two A.M., for god sakes! Tusla wasn't a great place to be wandering the streets after dark, let alone this early. Who knew what was prowling around out there. But I didn't want to think about that, so I turned to Soda and gave him a weak smile.
"Yeah. Yeah, he'll be fine."
I still wasn't so sure about that, but I didn't want to worry him. He had other things to worry about, and that would just add onto everything else.
As he opened his mouth to speak again, I quickly took it upon myself to change the subject.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping? You've got work tomorrow, buddy."
"So do you," he pointed out.
I was staring out the window, but I saw his mouth form an 'O' of understanding. So, without further argument, he trudge off to his room. The one that he happened to share with Ponyboy.
Once the door shut, I found myself... remembering.
I hadn't always yelled at Pony. In fact, we actually used to have a pretty good relationship. I'd help him with his homework, the two of us would throw the football around with the gang... It was depressing, really. Now, after hitting him, I was realizing that I'd been wrong for years. I'd pushed him hard. Scratch that. Way too hard.
Five A.M. and still no sign of Pony. My forehead wrinkled in worry, and I sighed as my eyes began to droop. I gave in to my tiredness, and finally fell asleep in the armchair I'd been sitting in when Pony had first come in.
For the first time in maybe my whole life, I was wishing I could eat my words.