Heaven Help Me

by CriminalOutsider'sGirl14

*"Don't you ever pay attention?" Pony growled at me. Soda elbowed him and grinned softly. "Hey, lay off," he said easily. But Pony did lay off. Because he always listens to what Soda says. Always.*-Pup How is Darry suppose to survive having four younger brothers? Life will never be the same for the the five Curtis's after their parent's auto wreck. (previously submitted characters)

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Going to Run, Run, Run

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own "The Outsiders" or any of the Curtis' Gang. Sigh. The real owner of "The Outsiders" is my favorite author, the fabulous S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write here on this site.

A/N: If you like it, love it, or even if you hate it, you know what to do. Tell me in a review. I would love it if you favored, followed, and/or if you gave me (a) suggestion(s). Thank you. :)

Thank you so much to TheOutsidersPonyboy5 for her suggestion. She's amazing, guys, you should totally check her out.

Ponyboy's POV

"Come with me, Ponyboy. I'm leaving tonight, and I ain't looking back. We'll be free, just us, together," Anna suggested. I kissed her back, hard, the only sounds for a moment our heavy breathing. The acid pill she'd given me was already pumping through me, making my judgment clouded.

"I don't want to be anywhere your ain't," I admitted to her. She grinned, reading my mind and beginning pulling my shirt off.

"We leave early tomorrow," she whispered.

Darry's POV

Ponyboy never came home last night. I was mad, but I was more worried than anything. There was a nagging suspicion that he wasn't coming home any time soon.

Tiger didn't sleep well, and I know Soda didn't sleep, both of run had bags under their eyes when they came out of their rooms.

What kinda trouble have you gotten yourself this time, Ponyboy?

I'm not sure Peter fully understood what was going on. He knew Pony wasn't home and he felt bad, thinking he made Ponyboy upset, but he didn't fully understand what that meant, that Pony wasn't home.

What I wouldn't give to have his innocence.

I called the police, officially reporting him a missing run away. And if we ever did find him, I'm sure that we'd never get him back. I'd lose custody for sure.

Oh, Ponyboy. Where are you? Please, come home.

A/N: Does anybody know if LSD can cause asthma attacks or worsen asthma? I've been finding a lot of conflicting things online.

I'm sorry for the short chapter, but I'll be busy tomorrow and I didn't want you guys waiting until Monday for this chapter. Suggestions stevalways helpful, I try to incorporate them all. :)

Aufenthalt Gold,

~Alee