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ch.2

Darry's POV:

I was in complete shock.

"Who is this," I demanded.

"No one you need to know," the raspy voice said. I looked up to see Soda and the rest of the gang staring at me.

"Darry, who is it," Soda asked, getting up from the table. What was I supposed to say? Two-Bit and Steve immediately stopped what they were doing and listened in, wanting to know my answer.

"It's some stupid salesperson trying to sell me something," I didn't find that very convincing myself and I thought it up. I didn't want to make them worry. I could see in Soda's pale face that he knew I was lying. Steve and Two-Bit seemed to believe me and went back to watching some stupid program on T.V. I heard the door open, and Dally walked in.

"You got out early," Two-Bit asked him finally prying his eyes away from the stupid television.

"Yeah man, some man dude bailed me out, full cost," Dally said with confusion written on his face.

I wanted to ask who, but the voice on the phone started talking, bringing me back to the situation," give me two hundred bucks by the end of the month, or else".

"Or else what," I challenged.

"You will never get to see your precious baby brother Horseyboy or whatever his name is and his stupid friend again." he's got Pony and Johnny?

I could feel Soda's gaze staining my back. I turned around and tried to make a mask to cover the frightened look I would give any moment. Soda was seeing if I would slip. I could feel myself getting hot with anger.

"It's Ponyboy," I angrily whispered.

"Who cares," the voice laughed and it sounded like those evil guys you see on T.V.

My blood pressure felt like it was going to explode. Soda now sensed something was wrong with me. He flew over to me and grabbed the telephone out of my hands and yelled," WHO IS THIS!" then he looked over at my angered and shocked face. The person on the other line had hung up on him.

He started to open his mouth, but the ringing of the phone cut him off. This time, I was frightened to see who it was. What if it was that guy again? I picked it up slowly, "Hello," I said, my voice shaking.

"Darry," a faint but familiar voice called. I recognized it to be Ponyboy.

"Ponyboy, where are you," I asked, clutching the phone, ready to dial the police at any moment.

"Help, help….." then the phone went silent. He had hung up on me.

My face was as white as a sheet.

Ponyboy's POV:

I opened my eyes to bright lights and whispers. I didn't know where I was or how I got here in the first place. I tried to sit up but I got a pounding sensation in my head, a headache. I tried to move my hands up to my face, but they hurt. What was going on? I felt another sharp pain in my head that brought back all of the memories.

I remember me and Johnny were going for a walk, and then a blue mustang pulled up and grabbed us, screaming and all, into the car. In the car, they had kept punching me, until I couldn't feel my face. Then one last, hard hitting punch had knocked me out.

I also remember them waking me up when they called my brother Darry. They had told him to give them money or else I wouldn't see him or the rest of the gang again. That hit me really hard; I couldn't imagine never seeing them again. They were my family. Never seeing Soda was the hardest of all to imagine. I could plainly see the expression on his face when he finds out I have been kidnapped.

They then gave me my own chance to talk to Darry, and said that if I say anything they didn't want to be said, I will get my teeth knocked in. I gulped and agreed. I had told Darry to get help, but they thought that was bad and knocked me out cold again.

I thought it felt like the next day, but I couldn't tell. They had stuck me in a small, square room that looked like people have died in here before. The walls were painted a boring white, with no windows but a bright light that was hanging in the middle of the room. The room made me feel small and I was uncomfortable.

I then heard the doorknob turn, and five guys walked in. the same ones as before, and the one who was punching me, the leader, was in front. He walked right up to me, giving me a sinister smile.

"Hey, Horseyboy, how are you doing," he asked, turning around to the other guys, laughing. From what I could see, he had blue eyes, nicely combed brown hair, and really fancy clothes. A soc. Right then I knew I was a goner.

"It's Ponyboy," I managed to spit out.

He abruptly stopped laughing and turned around. He walked right up to me and slapped me across the face. My cheek felt hot where he had hit me and I probably had a mark. I felt a single tear fall down my shocked face. I tried to wipe it away before they could see me.

"You better hope your brother gives me the money or you will DEFIANTLY not get to see each other again." he emphasized defiantly, which gave me the chills. I thought for a second, why does he need the money? And what is it for? Why did he kidnap me? I had so many questions floating around my head, but I was afraid to ask. I wanted to ask one question though, and I finally got the courage to ask.

"Why do you need the money, aren't Socs supposed to be rich," I didn't expect him to take it badly. Boy was I wrong.

"It's none of your business you filthy Greaser," he spat at me.

"Well I guess it is my business since I got sucked into it," I yelled back.

His feet felt like thunder as he stormed over to me, anger boiling in his eyes. His arm flew back and punched me in the chest. It nearly knocked the wind out of me, making me fall backwards on my back. I gasped and tears started rolling down my eyes in buckets. His arm flew back again, about to punch me, until one of his friends stepped up," come on, Eric, I think the grease has had enough," the kid then looked at me, with sorry written across his face.

I was surprised; I thought that all of the people standing here hated my guts. I was surely wrong again.

Eric looked at that kid with such hatred, it scared us all," shut up David," he yelled at him. He turned from me, starting to walk out. I just remembered I wanted to ask another question.

"Where is my friend Johnny," I asked while the guys were looking at Eric. Eric turned to me and smirked.

"Oh, we got rid of him long ago," and with that said, he turned around and walked out, slamming the door and leaving a frightened kid in the room alone.

Sodapop's POV:

The doorbell rang. I ran past Two-Bit who was pacing and nearly bumped into him. When I opened the door, two men, covered in black suits and a badge that read Tulsa police, were standing there.

"Are you Darrel Curtis," one of them asked while looking me up and down, trying to figure out how old I am.

"No, I'm his younger brother Sodapop", I told them, turning my head to call Darry.

"Your real names Sodapop? That's a very intrusting name," the guy said, about to laugh. That got me a little mad, but I had better things to worry about. I turned around and called for Darry, who appeared from my bedroom.

"The cops are here," I told him as he walked over to me. As he heard that, his face got even sadder looking. It saddened me more to see him this way. It wasn't as bad as when I had heard what happened to Ponyboy. I had broken down crying, and I had cried for an hour. No one, not even Two-Bit, could cheer me up. The only thing that could is when I get to see Ponyboy again. Well, IF I get to see him. I quietly shuddered and came back to earth.

"I'm Darrel Curtis," Darry said to the cops while putting out his hand to shake theirs. They just looked at it with disgust. Oh great, cops who hate greasers, they're going to be a great help. Darry just took his hand back, feeling hurt.

"Hello, I heard you wanted to report a missing person," one of the cops said. Darry looked like he was about to cry, and my eyes were watering. We've never done this before and weren't planning on it ever happening, especially not to my baby brother.

"Yes," Darry said," for my little brother and his friend." The cops took out a pad and a pen.

"What's their name, age, height etc.," they started.

Darry and I exchanged heavy glances. We both knew we had to give the information if we wanted them back. I thought by giving them a picture, it would help them identify them better. I looked over at Steve, who had his head in his hands worrying (which was a complete shock to all of us that he actually cared) and motioned for him to get pictures from the storage room. He looked up and nodded, then left.

"Well," Darry started," one of them, my brother, his name is Ponyboy Curtis," the cops heard the name and was just about to burst out laughing, which made me angry," he's about five foot six, and he's 14 years old.."I zoned out and started daydreaming.

I thought about where Pony is and if he's okay. I wanted to see him again, I miss him already. The last time I saw him was when I came home from a party last night that made me come home late. I only saw him laying in our bed, looking restless, like he hasn't gotten much sleep in a long time. His brown hair was sticking to his face and his body was covered in cold sweat. I wanted to wake him up and say I was home, but I wanted him to sleep. He hurt me now, to know that I might never see him again and that was the last time I saw him. Tears started rolling down my face. Nobody in our gang would ever want to cry in front of the cops, but now I didn't care.

Steve came back with a perfect picture of Ponyboy and Johnny. The picture was taken recently and both of them are smiling. It was taken when Two-Bit stole a camera from the market and we were all trying it out.

Darry handed them the picture, and they said they'd do everything they could. Then they walked out, slamming the door behind them.

"I just can't believe they're gone," Darry said, staring straight ahead.

"Dar, don't say that," Two-Bit said," you sound like your saying he's dead." We all winced. It hit me the hardest; I couldn't think of him dead. Not Ponyboy, my brother, my best friend.

I sat down next to Steve who put his arm around my shoulders, calming me down. I was on the verge of bawling. We had already lost our parents last year; we didn't need another family member gone.

It was very silent for a while and I think we were all worried for Pony and Johnny. The doorbell ringing broke the silence.

Darry looked at me in confusion and walked to the door, opening it. The people standing there shocked us all.

Standing there, looking innocently, were Mr. and Mrs. Cade, Johnny's parents.

Ponyboy's POV:

They haven't come in here in a long time, and I was grateful for that. It gave me a time to think. What Eric had said was stuck in my head like glue," we got rid of him long ago," would that mean they killed him?

I couldn't see my best friend dead. He couldn't be they probably told me that so I would worry like I'm doing now. I tried not to think about him and what they might have done to him.

Then I felt worry for the rest of the gang. I wish I could call and say that I'm all right and alive. That would make them feel a little bit better, I know it. I wonder if they called the cops. What if they did and decided that Darry wasn't fit to be a good guardian and took me and Sodapop away? I was thinking too much and that wasn't helping my massive headache.

I heard those terrible footsteps coming towards my door, followed by many. Then Eric, gang and all came in, plus two others. The two were defiantly more Socs and probably thought that trapping me in this dumb place, was a great idea.

"You were right Eric," one of them said, grinning," You did trap the grease."

"You got guts kid," the other one said, crossing his arms, trying to look cool.

"Yeah," Eric said, looking satisfied.

"How long are you going to keep him in hear," one of them said again, looking down at me.

"Until his brother gives me the money." He really wanted this money bad. Dally would probably do anything he could to get it out of him, but I'm just one, fourteen year old kid in a room filled with seven, sixteen year old Socs who could kill me. I would never have a chance.

"I heard they called the cops," one of them said. That was a complete shock. So Darry had heard me. I could feel relief spread over me. They found help; I'm going to be alright. Eric could see that I felt that way, it was written plainly on my face. He started to get angry then he was deep in thought.

"We're going to move our location," he said, surprising us all. Me and everyone else in the room stared at him, mouths dropped open.

"Whe-where are we going to go," one of them stuttered. I think we all wondered the same thing. Eric looked like he was about to explode," can I talk to you guys outside?"

All of the guys walked out the door, Eric looked at me," YOU," he said pointing at me," don't move."

"I don't think I have a choice," I muttered under my breath and I hope he didn't hear me. He couldn't have heard me because he turned and walked out.

I could hear them whispering and wanted to know what they were saying. I decided I wanted to go and check it out. I managed to scramble up and walked quietly to the door, putting my ear up to it.

"What are you saying Eric? We can't keep this kid any longer and man, his bros called the cops. We could get in trouble," I could hear one of them saying.

"Aw shut up Jason, we're not going to get caught," Eric swore at him. I tried to move closer to the door, but my foot caught on something and I slammed against the door. The sound of impact was a loud thud, and the talking stopped immediately, making my heart skip a beat. I quietly ran back as fast as I could back to the place I thought I was before.

The door slammed open and Eric walked in alone, anger boiling in his eyes. He looked at me, then a couple feet from me. Oops, I was over about a foot from where I was before.

"You were listening, weren't you greaser," he assumed and boy was he right.

I wanted to lie, but I couldn't think of any good lie that he would actually believe, so I said nothing. That made him even angrier and I know he was about to hit me, I could see that anger in his eyes, but he surprised me by walking out.

The voices were getting softer, and it sounded like they were walking away. I then heard screaming. It sounded very familiar. It kind of sounded like...Like….Johnny.

Oh boy.

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