Thank you guys for the reviews and I'm sorry it took a while to update! I was out of town for Easter but I hope you guys had a wonderful holiday. Poor Ponyboy, I don't know if he can explain his way out of this one. What do you guys think?

Chapter 2:

"Woah kiddo sit down a second. Are you okay honey?" Soda asked.

I didn't have the nerve to tell him that Curly and I did more than steal money from his elderly neighbor's house and hang out at Bucks afterword's. That when we got to Bucks Curley handed me a rolled-up dollar bill and I sniffed in a line of white powder that caused my brain to go numb.

So, I lied, again, "Oh, I'm fine Soda I think it's the heat and I didn't eat any lunch."

Soda shook his head at me, "Pone, sometimes I wonder about you and what you're thinking. Let's go home and I'll make you something to eat."

I looked at him bewildered, "But Soda, the powers still out."

"No Ponyboy it isn't, because Darry just called from the house wondering where you were and why the house was still a mess." I scrunched my face and felt my heart race. I didn't need to be in trouble with Darry.

Soda grabbed my arm pulling me up from the office chair and held onto me when we walked to the front of the shop heading out. "Stevie, we're leaving now and head over when you're out so we can head to the Dingo. Thanks for lending me your car, Pony ain't feeling too great and it wouldn't have been good to walk." Steve glared at me lifting an eyebrow nodding his head as Soda guided me to the car by my right arm and I was grateful because I couldn't stop the spinning feeling in my head.

As the grumble of the motor shut off, I feared getting out of the car because I didn't want to face Darry. Soda opened the squeaky old fence and looked back at me as I pushed the heavy car door open and hesitantly got out. "You still not feeling good kiddo? You should go lay down and I'll bring you in a sandwich." Soda said with his infamous grin. I nodded my head and we made our way up the porch stairs. My stomach began to knot, and I felt the sweat on my palms. I wasn't sure I could keep up with the lie and face getting caught.

The screen door slammed behind me and I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of Darry's yelling.

"Ponyboy, are you okay?" Soda asked concerned.

I pried my eyes open and to my amazement, Darry was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper glaring up at me like I was stupid for just standing there.

"Yeah Soda, just umm the screen slammed, I'm sorry Darry." I rushed out. Trying to appease my older brother but he just nodded.

This wasn't like Darry at all and I became panicked maybe he'd found out what I really did last night, or he was still angry with me.

"Well, why don't you go lay down baby, and I'll make you that sandwich. Then, you can finish your chores after you get a nap."

I started walking towards my room and then the bathroom door opened, and Tim walk out. I grimaced as my eyes met his and Darry cleared his throat. "Tim told me a very interesting story Ponyboy and if I were you, I'd come sit on this couch. It may be the last time you sit comfortably for a while." Darrys voice was dangerously low. I turned around facing Darry and felt myself trembling. Soda came out of the kitchen and looked bewildered as to why everything became so intense. "Whatcha all doing? Hey Tim, I didn't know you were here." Sodas voice faltered when he saw Darry snap his fingers and point for me to sit on the couch.

I didn't move though because apart of me wondered if I could make it out the door before Darry caught me. Soda moved into the living room and stood next to where Darry was sitting and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, I'm going to let y'all figure it out, I gotta get home before Curly rips the house apart since I locked him in." Soda nodded and Darry stood up and I backed up until I hit the wall. "Yeah Tim, that's a good idea, doubt you want to see Pony getting humbled." I felt my chest get tight and I had a hard time catching my breath. Tim opened the screen and shut the door behind himself and Darry went over locking the door. There went my plan to escape and I looked at Soda, who just shook his head at me.

I heard Darry snap his fingers at me again and I looked up to his enraged face as he pointed to the couch. I opened my mouth and a whining noise came out but then Darry started to unbuckle his brown leather belt and I closed my mouth. I whimpered and still refused to move towards the couch. Darry finally pulled the belt out of the loops and looked over at Soda, "Do you know what our brother was up to last night? I mean besides robbing houses and going to a bar I forbid him to go to?" Darrys voice was leveled with a hint of anger.

"Darry come on, you can't believe everything Timmy says, shouldn't we ask Ponyboy what happened?" Soda hustled out.

Darry looked back at me, "You mean the baby brother that won't do as he's asked and come sit on the couch?"

I looked at Soda pleading with him and he walked over putting his hand on my right shoulder, "Pony, do as Darry says and sit on the couch okay. Then you can explain to us what's going on and don't be scared."

I was so scared I was trembling; I didn't want a taste of Darrys belt, but I knew I deserved it.