ok 7th chapter is up, thanks to my beta reader glimfire. Sorry it took awhile we had some technical dificulties =) luckly we have everything under control now.
Chapter: 7
Sodapop's pov
It's been to long since we last saw Ponyboy. So much could have happened by now, probably more then he should be able to handle. The cops told
us they wouldn't give up looking, but that most kids abducted don't come home alive. Especially after a month… One whole month exactly has gone by
and there was no sign of Pony. I couldn't take this much longer and I knew Darry couldn't either. We had lost mom, dad, Dally, and Johnny, which had all
be hard. I wish it had never happened, but I had survived it. If I lost Pony I knew I wouldn't be able to carry on in life, he was the one thing I
couldn't stand to lose. I couldn't even concentrate on my job with him missing. The only reason I still had it was because of Steve. He has been
pulling half my weight plus his own at the DX. He's been working everyday now like I am so he can help out. I really am trying to do as much as I can,
and he knows that, but I can't even remember where everything is. Darry's having just as hard of time as me, but he's doing more work than ever.
Maybe it's because his anger towards the soc's gives him a little more strength. I've heard anger can do that to people, but I don't know. Either way it's
still obvious he isn't doing good. True he's working more, but when he comes home he looks like the living dead. His eyes have no spark or
flame in them, their glass now, not really seeing anything. Dark rings have formed under them from lack of sleep. I haven't seen his face have any
expression but pain on it for a long time, and even that is getting harder to see. Lately it's been blank. He cooks dinner every single night and still eats,
but he eats quickly and only gets one plate instead of two like he used to. After dinner he either sits in his chair looking through photo books or he
starts driving everywhere looking for any sign of pony. I'll go with him when he does this, even though we both know we probably won't find anything.
At least where not doing nothing. I wouldn't be able to not try to do something. What if we were able to find something useful? It was unlikely that we
would, but it was that possibility that kept us looking. If we could once find one of them, or the car we might be able to follow them, but no one had
seen them for weeks and weeks. Not even their parents. It's like they had vanished from the face of the earth, with my little brother.
Darry's pov
I can't believe my baby brother has been missing for a month. It doesn't even seem possible after the time he ran away with Johnny for a week. I had
been sure we had lost him at that time, but I figured at least he had been with Johnny, not with a bunch of Soc's. After we had lost Johnny and Dally I
was sure that this bad was going to happen again. I was so wrong about that. Now he was alone with a group of soc's who were probably slowly killing
him if they hadn't already. Every day I hated those guys even more for taking him, and as I roofed houses I imagined I was bashing one of their heads
in every time I drove in a nail. I was able to do more work this way, although that wasn't what was important to me. All I wanted was my little brother
back, and if I could quit my job and just look for him I would do it. The simple fact is I have someone else counting on me, and I had to make sure soda
was taken care of. Of course to do that I had to work for money so I could pay bills and get food. He was really having a hard time with all of this. The
only reason he still had his job was because of Steve. His normally neatly combed and greased hair was falling into his face all the time and I constantly
had to tell him he had put his shirt on inside out. Every night he cried himself to sleep only to wake up an hour later in a cold sweat, screaming and
crying because of a dream he had had about Ponyboy. Every day it seemed to get worse as he moved around looking unsure about even how to pour a
glass of milk. At dinner every night he only ate a few bites, the rest of the time pushing the food around his plate then go to bed unless I was going to
go looking around for any sign of our youngest brother. Then he would be scanning everything, and always be heart broken when we would come home
empty handed. I don't know what I'm going to do with him if we find out Pony's dead. I don't know if he could handle that, and I know I couldn't stand
losing all of my family in my early twenties. There seemed to be no way out of this hell we were living through, and in times like this sometimes death
doesn't look so bad…
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