While they were eating, Bexley barely ate what was on her plate. She was feeling too nauseous to eat. But then again, she rarely ate ever since she's been home.
"Bexlet, try to eat something. You gotta get your strength up," Darry said, taking note she wasn't eating. Bexley picked up her fork, poking at her green beans.
She managed to eat about half way. "There you go. You can be done if you want," Darry said, reaching down to grab the plate.
However, Bexley didn't take that too lightly. She grabbed the nearest knife and made a move to stab Darry's hand, but stabbed the table instead. "Touch that plate, it'll be last thing you'll ever do: she growled at him.
All three brothers were heartbroken that their only sister, who was bright and full of joy, was now a broken young teenager. Her emerald green eyes had turned to a red color, showing no sign of being innocent.
Darry slowly reached up to her and cautiously took it from her. "Easy, hon. I didn't know you weren't finished," he said cautiously. Bexley registered her brpthers' voice and relaxed her body.
"I-I'm sorry… I… I was… while I was in that basement… I was tormented by…" she said, a lump in her throat had stopped her from talking. She felt a deafening pain in her chest.
She was terrified of saying Roy's name. It was as if he held a gun to the side of her head, ready to pull the trigger. "What's his name, baby girl?" Soda asked, rubbing her back gently.
Bexley couldn't let that bastard run loose and do this to other girls. She had to put her fear aside and tell them who it was that did this to her and Reese. "Roy is his name. The dark haired Soc with the brown eyes. He's the one I fought in the rumble six months ago," she answered.
Those words seemed to turn the house frigid cold. The brothers stared at her with wide eyes. They knew which Soc it was because he was in the front with Paul. Soda became the angriest out of all three of them.
"I'm gonna kill him," he said, standing up from the chair so fast that it almost knocked the chair. Darry jumped out of the chair he was sitting in, stopping his younger brother from running out of the front door.
"Hold on, Soda! You're gonna get yourself jailed if you pick a fight with that soc," Darry said, trying to reason with him. "So, you're just going to let that bastard get away with this?" Soda said in disbelief.
"No, I'm not. None of us are, but that's gonna make you look bad to the fuzz," Darry said, shaking his head. "Right now, I don't care. That bastard hurt our sister and Two-Bit's sister and he's still our there!" Soda growled, pushing his eldest brother away.
He turned on his heels and stormed out of the front door. Ponyboy was in shock at his brother's outburst. "He's not going to do it, is he?" He asked Darry.
Darry rubbed his calloused face and he sighed. "I hope not. Last thing I need is for him to got to jail," he replied.