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Chapter 7
Ponyboy's POV
"Kid wake up, wake up Pony!" Blade shakes me until I open my eyes.
"Wh...What?" I yell as I fall out the bed. "What's going on?" I ask him as he kneels down to me.
"You had a nightmare, kid. You kept screaming about Alex and for someone not to hurt her. I think the Vicodin screwed with your mind while you were asleep, you gotta stop taking the hard stuff man, last time you almost overdosed on it." Blade tells me helping me back into the bed.
"Did you hit your head?" he asks me handing me the glass of water Isaac left for me.
"No, but it's still killing me." I say drinking the glass. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to suck it up for a while until it stops."
"You really shouldn't fight Thursday, buddy. You could get worse." He tells me rubbing his temples like he does when he's stressed.
"Shut up, Blanco. I'm going to fight weather you guys want me to or not. I need to fight, just quit trying to talk me out of it." I tell him getting of the bed and leaving the room.
"You hungry Ponyboy? You haven't eaten in almost a week." He asks getting out two beers from the frig.
"No, but I wouldn't mind a beer though." I say as he hands me one of the beers.
"When are the guys going to be back?" I ask him when he sits on the couch.
"Soon I think, Paulie called me earlier and said that they would be over here soon." He says as he cracks open his beer.
"How are the guys taking the news?" I ask him knowing that he knew what I meant.
"Rich is being his regular old bastard self, Isaac, well you know how emotional he is so he's taking it pretty hard. Taking care of you while you were sick took his mind off of it for a while. Paulie has been more angry than usual. The day after you fell he went out to the Assassins territory and knifed Tyler's kid brother in the leg."
Tyler Simmons was the ringleader of the Assassins and was tougher than all of Tim Shepard's put together. He was as tough as nails and was heartless. Any crime you could think of committing Tyler has done it at least five times. He never got caught and probably never will. I hate him, not only for killing Alex but for the stuff he has done to the gang. The first week I came here Tyler ordered a hit on Paulie for walking in their territory because it was the only way Paulie could get to Blade's house. The result of the beating gave Paulie a black eye, six broken ribs, a sprained wrist, twisted ankle, and a huge gash on his forehead. He tried to beat up Alex one time because she wouldn't sleep with him, but me and Blade got her out of there and our gang beat up him and his 15 year old kid brother.
"Good for Paulie." I said taking a sip on my beer.
"The others feel bad but they really didn't know her. They're just fighting because she was the one who always patched us up after rumbles. Although, little Wyatt was close to her. He took the news really hard and can't wait to fight. Man does that kid have a temper, he threw a chair after I told him then broke down crying." Blade shook his head and took another sip on his beer.
"You aren't seriously going to let that 12 year old kid going to fight, he could get killed!" I exclaimed looking at him. That kid could get on my nerves, but he was alright. He was Alex's baby. Man did Alex adore that kid. She was like a mom to him, always making sure where he was at, cleaning his cloths, babying him. The gang teased him about it and said that I had compotation with a 12 year old kid. Wyatt was like the gangs Johnny, nobody dared mess with him while Alex or I was around.
"Wyatt wants to fight for Alex same as you. At least he is fighting in good health, you on the other hand are just getting over getting a concussion, so you have no room to talk." He says pointing a finger at me.
Just then Isaac, Paulie, Rich, and Wyatt walk in all but Wyatt half drunk. Isaac is one of those drunks that can act just as normal when he's drunk as when he's sober. Rich can't hold his liquor and is about ready to pass out. Paulie is a happy quite drunk that just smiles and stares at people when he drinks. I'm glad that Wyatt doesn't drink, the kid is still too young to be getting drunk just yet.
"What the hell you guys? I sent you guys to the bar to clean up the mess the cops made, not to get drunk!" he yelled at them standing up. Paulie just started laughing and Richie stumbled over to the couch holding his head.
"Sorry Blade. We just wanted to honor Alex's memory by drinking her favorite brand of whiskey." Isaac says innocently.
"And how is drinking Jack Daniels honoring her memory? At least Wyatt has the common sense to be the sober one so you all can get here. Go wash up, you all reek of whiskey. Wyatt go get me some chips out of the cabinet would ya?" he asks sitting back down downing the rest of his beer.
Wyatt comes back with the chips and a beer. I take it from him shaking my head 'no' to him. I finish my first one then open the beer that Wyatt wanted to drink. I use to hate the taste of beer, but now I like it. I guess it's part of getting older. I really can't believe that now I have to get my nerve from a can, Alex was a drinker but she knew the limits, unlike the rest of us. The thought of Alex gives me a mental whiplash. After the rumble tonight, everything would change.
Soda's POV
"Sir, would you please not kick my seat for the tenth time!" scolds the man sitting in front of me. I lean up close to him.
"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to kick your seat even though it's where my legs are suppose to go!" I yell back at him.
This plane ride was suppose to be fun, but it turned out to be a whole lot of boring. Darry was in the bathroom and I was sitting behind this idiot how kept leaning his seat back all the way not giving me any leg room. I kept kicking his seat so that maybe he will get the hint that he needs to lean his seat up.
"What's going on here?" asks the flight attendant.
"He keeps kicking my seat." The guy in front of me points a finger at me like a six year old says.
"He won't lean his seat up. He's crushing my legs." I told her trying to seem like the innocent one.
"Sir lean your seat up and son please don't kick his seat." Says the flight attendant annoyed that we bothered her. She leaves and the guy puts his seat up a little and I put my feet away from his back. Darry comes back and sits in his seat.
"So are you enjoying the flight?" he asks as he pulls out a magazine.
"Oh, I'm loving every minute of it." I say sarcastically.
"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing in New York in about 15 minutes. Please put your seatbelts on and thank you for flying with Tulsa Air. Thank you for your time." says the captain over the speakers. Darry buckles his seatbelt, but I don't. He hits me in the stomach.
"Put your seatbelt on, Soda, before the flight attendant comes back." He tells me giving me his 'do what I say' look. I put the stupid seatbelt on and cross my legs in the seat. I can't wait to get off this stupid plane.
When we land I'm the first one off the plane and run to get mine and Darry's bags. I wait for Darry to get off for about 20 minutes and when he comes out he laughs at me.
"You really hated that plane ride didn't you?" he says grabbing his own bags.
"Yes, is there any other way to get back to Tulsa other than a plane?" I ask him as we head for the taxi that Darry's boss rented us for when we landed.
"Not any other way that's free. Come on kiddo, let's just go to the hotel and go do some site-seeing. I don't have to start the business crap until tomorrow." He says as we get in the cab and head off for The Alex hotel.
So that's Chapter 7. Hope you liked it, please review. Thanks for all the support you guys give me from these reviews.
