Chapter 3: Rethinking life
Ponyboy's POV:
I have been out for 2 days. I left since Darry hit me. It was so bad that blood came out of my nose. I called him a son of a bitch and left. I saw Soda running out but he never caught me. I guess Darry stopped him or something.
Ever since Johnny died, I have been carrying a blade on my back pocket. Much like Two-bit does. I have been cutting myself every day because of my reoccurring nightmares with no Soda to calm me down. You know it was one thing losing both of my parents now I am about to lose my whole life. I'm pretty sure Soda knows the same thing to. Our lives were about to change.
Sodapop's POV:
I woke up from the couch. The last thing I remember was Darry punching me calling me a "Faggot", "Whore" and "Pussy". I also remember my love Ponyboy leaving. Damn! How long was I out? It has been 2 damn days? Wait. Where is Pony? Has he even come home? Was he... dead? That thought worried me.
I went into Darry's room to find he was gone to. He must be at work or something. I really don't care about that bitch ever since the fight. Nobody should hit Pony. It was not the first time, it was the second. The first time happened after Pony arrived late after spending almost half of the night at the lot with... poor Johnny.
Pony's nightmares have been getting worse ever since Johnny died. I have to admit I like Johnny and all however I just for some reason couldn't stand him. I don't know why and I will most likely never will.
Anyways I have to go out and look for Ponyboy.
A/N: You must have been thinking, "That bitch" since I have only mentioned Two-bit like once or twice in the entire story. Don't worry we will see Two-bit in the next chapter. :)
A/N 2: Yes I know. Who can hate good old Johnny? Well you will find out later.