Chapter 2 - Enjoy
The next morning, when I woke up, I noticed that Soda wasn't next to me. Since it was a Saturday, I expected him to sleep in. I tried to sit up, but the pain on my side was horrible. I clenched my teeth and stood up anyway. I wasn't about to ask Darry for help. After I had taken a shower and gotten dressed in some of Soda's old jeans and a DX t-shirt, I walked into the living room. As usual, Two-Bit was in there lying on the floor watching Mickey Mouse.
"Hey Pony."
I looked to my left and saw Soda sitting on the couch. He looked at me sympathetically, and motioned for me to come over and sit down. As soon as I did, the front door swung open and Darry walked in. I felt Soda squeeze my hand. I knew that he wasn't leaving my side, and for that I was grateful.
"Hey Pony."
He said cheerfully.
"Hey Darry."
I said, slightly puzzled. He came in and went into the kitchen. I thought everything would just go back to normal, but then I heard Darry yelling at me to get in there. Soda started following me, but Darry told him to stay there. How can he change moods so quickly, I wondered. I walked in there, and he was standing in front of the kitchen sink. When he moved aside, I could see that the sink was full of dirty dishes. (A/N: Like Dirty Dancing, sorry, but I had to throw that one in there. ^_^)
"Pony, didn't I tell you to do these yesterday?" "Yes." "Then can you please tell me how, if you did them yesterday, there are already so many in here, today?" "Because I forgot to do them." "That's right, you forgot. Don't forget anymore!" "Fine. Whatever."
That was a big mistake on my part. I saw him grit his teeth and walk towards me, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. I sat there, trying to figure out what happened, when I realized that he must have pushed me, and I fell backwards over the chair. Darry beat his hands together as if to say 'Job well done' and walked into the living room. I could ear him chuckle under his breath and I wondered if he likes doing this to me.
I heard Darry open the front door and get into his truck, and then leave for work. I got up and started doing the dishes, but an itch on my right leg was bothering me something awful. I reached down to scratch it, but soon realized that a piece of wood was stuck in my leg. It must have happened when I fell over the chair. It was small, and it wasn't in very deep, but it still hurt and itched like hell. I yelled for Soda and when he came in, I knew he understood what happened. "Come on, let's go into the living room and get you cleaned up."
He said as he picked me up and carried me to the couch. Two-Bit had left already to go to a movie, and I was glad, because I didn't want him asking questions. When Soda took the piece of wood out, the wound bled a lot and looked really nasty. It was obvious that Soda wasn't prepared for all the blood that came out.
"Shit, it's getting all over the couch!" "Go get some wet rags!"
I said as I took the white bandage roll from his hands as he ran to get some wet and soapy rags. I quickly wrapped the bandage around my leg and when Soda returned, I helped him clean it up. When Darry returned home later that night, Soda and I tried to avoid him. Or at least I did, Soda was trying to strike up a conversation with him. Probably because he wanted to go out, and would be home really late.
"Darry, can I go out tonight?" "No"
He said sternly.
"Why not? I did all my chores and I haven't gotten in trouble recently." "Because I said no, and when I say no, I mean it!" "That's not fair!"
Soda said with anger. Darry looked up from the paper he was reading and said, with a slight smile that shocked me.
"Soda, do you have a high threshold of pain?" "Why?" "For future purposes."
That really shut Soda up. He got up and walked back to our room. Not wanting to be left alone with Darry, I joined him. When I got there, I saw that soda was getting dressed up in his "party clothes".
"Soda, you're not thinking of sneaking out, are you?" "Yeah, I am. You can't tell a soul, okay? And if Darry asks you, just tell him that you was asleep before I even left. I don't want you getting in any more trouble. Okay?" "But." "Just shake your head yes or no, Pony!"
I shook a yes, and he opened up our window and left. I had a really bad feeling about it, but I somehow fell asleep anyway.
The next morning, when I woke up, I noticed that Soda wasn't next to me. Since it was a Saturday, I expected him to sleep in. I tried to sit up, but the pain on my side was horrible. I clenched my teeth and stood up anyway. I wasn't about to ask Darry for help. After I had taken a shower and gotten dressed in some of Soda's old jeans and a DX t-shirt, I walked into the living room. As usual, Two-Bit was in there lying on the floor watching Mickey Mouse.
"Hey Pony."
I looked to my left and saw Soda sitting on the couch. He looked at me sympathetically, and motioned for me to come over and sit down. As soon as I did, the front door swung open and Darry walked in. I felt Soda squeeze my hand. I knew that he wasn't leaving my side, and for that I was grateful.
"Hey Pony."
He said cheerfully.
"Hey Darry."
I said, slightly puzzled. He came in and went into the kitchen. I thought everything would just go back to normal, but then I heard Darry yelling at me to get in there. Soda started following me, but Darry told him to stay there. How can he change moods so quickly, I wondered. I walked in there, and he was standing in front of the kitchen sink. When he moved aside, I could see that the sink was full of dirty dishes. (A/N: Like Dirty Dancing, sorry, but I had to throw that one in there. ^_^)
"Pony, didn't I tell you to do these yesterday?" "Yes." "Then can you please tell me how, if you did them yesterday, there are already so many in here, today?" "Because I forgot to do them." "That's right, you forgot. Don't forget anymore!" "Fine. Whatever."
That was a big mistake on my part. I saw him grit his teeth and walk towards me, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. I sat there, trying to figure out what happened, when I realized that he must have pushed me, and I fell backwards over the chair. Darry beat his hands together as if to say 'Job well done' and walked into the living room. I could ear him chuckle under his breath and I wondered if he likes doing this to me.
I heard Darry open the front door and get into his truck, and then leave for work. I got up and started doing the dishes, but an itch on my right leg was bothering me something awful. I reached down to scratch it, but soon realized that a piece of wood was stuck in my leg. It must have happened when I fell over the chair. It was small, and it wasn't in very deep, but it still hurt and itched like hell. I yelled for Soda and when he came in, I knew he understood what happened. "Come on, let's go into the living room and get you cleaned up."
He said as he picked me up and carried me to the couch. Two-Bit had left already to go to a movie, and I was glad, because I didn't want him asking questions. When Soda took the piece of wood out, the wound bled a lot and looked really nasty. It was obvious that Soda wasn't prepared for all the blood that came out.
"Shit, it's getting all over the couch!" "Go get some wet rags!"
I said as I took the white bandage roll from his hands as he ran to get some wet and soapy rags. I quickly wrapped the bandage around my leg and when Soda returned, I helped him clean it up. When Darry returned home later that night, Soda and I tried to avoid him. Or at least I did, Soda was trying to strike up a conversation with him. Probably because he wanted to go out, and would be home really late.
"Darry, can I go out tonight?" "No"
He said sternly.
"Why not? I did all my chores and I haven't gotten in trouble recently." "Because I said no, and when I say no, I mean it!" "That's not fair!"
Soda said with anger. Darry looked up from the paper he was reading and said, with a slight smile that shocked me.
"Soda, do you have a high threshold of pain?" "Why?" "For future purposes."
That really shut Soda up. He got up and walked back to our room. Not wanting to be left alone with Darry, I joined him. When I got there, I saw that soda was getting dressed up in his "party clothes".
"Soda, you're not thinking of sneaking out, are you?" "Yeah, I am. You can't tell a soul, okay? And if Darry asks you, just tell him that you was asleep before I even left. I don't want you getting in any more trouble. Okay?" "But." "Just shake your head yes or no, Pony!"
I shook a yes, and he opened up our window and left. I had a really bad feeling about it, but I somehow fell asleep anyway.