As I walk into my house I am shocked to see Darry sitting in his chair reading the paper. He slams the crinkly paper onto the ground and it makes a loud sound. You know for paper. "Close the door." he said. I'm frozen. He stands up. "Close. The. Door. Now." My book bag slides off of my shoulder and onto the floor. I shut the door. Darry starts walking towards me. "Where have you been?" He asks. I don't respond. "Where have you been goddammit!?" he furiously yells. I start to back up.

"I-I-I was at track practice." I croak. He stops walking he's close enough for what he needed to do. He nailed me in the nose hard. I hit the wall and fell to the floor. My nose was bleeding. I was in so much pain. He repeatedly kicked me in the side while I was down. "Darry... Please... Stop..." I say.

"I don't want you sleeping with Soda anymore, you hear!" he yells pointing at my face. No... That's the only place where I'm okay, the only place where I'm accepted. "Do you hear me, Ponyboy!" He yells louder. No... He can't take that away... Soda's one of the only people that is still nice to me... No way in hell. I get up slowly, not saying a word. I'm pissed, I run to swing at Darry. I don't care what happens I'm so mad. "Or else." he says. I straight punch to the face so hard it knocked me back so that my head hit the wall. That damn wall cost me my chance... It sent me into darkness.

"Ponyboy, are you alright?" A faint voice says. As my vision comes into focus, I can slowly make out the shape of a head... Soda's head. I swing my arms around his neck. I start bawling. "Shh... It's alright, Pony... It's alright." he says stroking my back. When I finally stop, I let go of him and he sits down on the bed. "What's the matter, Pony?"

"Um... Yeah I was just walking in the house and then I blacked out and had... the dream." I say. I lied. I shouldn't have lied to Soda like that but I needed an excuse for the crying.

"Do you remember anything?" Soda asks. I shake my head. How did he buy that? He can always tell when I'm lying. Something's bothering him, when I'm not around does Darry beat him too? That would be the final straw. "You sure you're alright now?"

"Yeah it's just..." a pain shoots in the back of my head. Darry... wanted me to... I have no choice. Today was terrible. I need to do this. "Soda I don't think that you should sleep with me anymore." I say. I can tell Soda's hurt.

"Why?I thought you liked feeling safe." He said. Dammit now Darry's making me contradict myself.

"I do, it's just I need to learn to survive on my own, savvy?" I said. Good excuse. Plus one for Ponyboy. Soda's hurt though. Minus one for Ponyboy.

"Okay, I understand, I guess." And just like that I would no longer feel safe. Soda left my room forever. DAMMIT! I HATE DARRY! You know what he's not even Darry anymore. That's a name of affection and I DON'T LOVE DARREL. HE'S NOT DARRY OR SUPERMAN OR MUSCLES HE'S JUST PLAIN 'OLD GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKIN DARREL! I stay in my room alone and stew. I'm so pissed. And sad. I toss and turn in my bed. DAMMIT!

"Dinner's ready!" I hear Darrel yell. I calmly get out of my bed and walk downstairs. Except at the end of the stairs I don't turn to get to the table, I keep walking straight out the door. "Where the hell is he going?" Darrel questions.

"Ponyboy! Come back! Oh, I'll get him." Soda says. My walk breaks into a sprint and no one can catch me. I'm surrounded by black again, but I keep running.

When vision comes back to me, I'm laying down next to a fire pit. I was lying in the grass. I get up and look around. I think I was in the vacant lot. Soda runs up to me. "What are you doing?" he asks me with an angered expression. I froze. H-H-He l-l-looks like D-Darrel. I sit up and scoot back. N-No... What the hell? A-Am I going crazy? Tears cloud my vision. I think Soda realizes he's frightening me and stops making that face. It's Soda again. We both stare at each other trying to determine who's acting the strangest. I think he realized that it was him and he kneels down. "H-Hey... What's wrong?" I still can't say anything, there's a giant lump in my throat. I don't move. He approaches me. "Pony, are you okay?"

He pulls me into a gentle hug. The tears come out. Soda soothes me. "Y-Y-You looked just like h-him." I say.

He looks at me. "Looked just like who?" I realized what I said, but I didn't care. As punishment for separating us I gave Soda a hint.

"D-D-Darrel." I said. He doesn't ask anymore questions, but he does sooth me. Eventually we leave the vacant lot. I didn't want to leave but we had to. Soda got Darrel to lay off the yelling and we ate.

After dinner I went straight to my room and I took all of Soda's things and put them in his old room, I don't think I could've taken it if he had come in the middle of the night and then left me there, alone... When I finished I laid down in the bed and stared at a picture of Soda and me together before... well, everything. Oh crap! Soda's birthday is this Saturday! He's turning seventeen. I gotta get him a present. I continued to stare at the picture. I pretended that his arm was swung over me as I laid there but I knew that in reality he wasn't. And I think that part hurt the most.

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