Chapter 3 - Soda goes under the belt
I kept waking up during the night, and every time I looked to my side and realized that Soda still hadn't gotten back yet. It was 4 a.m. by the 5th time I'd woken up. I was really starting to get worried. Darry gets up at 5 in the morning on Sundays, so he could get ready for work, and if Soda wasn't home by then.
I tried to not think about it. I don't want Darry hurting Soda. He can hurt me all he likes, but not Soda. I was trying to get back to sleep, when out of the dead silence I heard Darry scream,
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN SODAPOP CURTIS!?!?" "I just went out for a walk Darry, honest!" "Bull shit! You've been gone since 10!"
I walked to the bedroom door and opened it a crack so I could see what was happening. I wished I hadn't though. Soda was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands crying, and Darry was holding his belt. I was frozen with terror. I closed my eyes but I could still hear the swoosh and crack of the belt as it struck it's target. Then I could hear Soda's cry of pain. Over and over and over again those sounds came into my head until I finally had enough courage to look. Soda was still on the ground, I guess Darry had left because he wasn't there anymore. I walked over to Soda, taking my time in case this was all a bad dream.
"Soda.Sodapop.Are you alright?" "Yeah, go back to bed Pon."
He said between sobs. I walked over to him and helped him sit up. He told me to go get some ice, and when I came back from the kitchen, I was so shocked I almost dropped it all. Soda had taken his shirt off, and I could see at least ten red marks on his back, bleeding and criss-crossing over each other. It was horrible.
"We gotta tell Social Services Soda!" "We can't! I wanna stay here, call me crazy, but I do."
After I had treated all of Soda's cut and smeared rubbing alcohol over them, we went to bed. I was happy that Soda usually sleeps on his stomach, because it was pretty impossible to sleep on his back. I tried not to move too much, I didn't want to hurt him. After a while of not moving, I guess he thought I was asleep, because he started sobbing quietly. I felt so bad, but then I was overcome with anger at Darry. What made him change all of a sudden. Is this a phase or will he stay like this permanently? If he does, what will we do? I kept thinking about Johnny and his parents. They were abusive drunks who hated him. Darry seems like that now. Finally I fell into an unmerciful and nightmare ridden sleep.
(A/N- that was REALLY short, I know. SORRY but that's all for now. Peace ~ I love KoRn!)
I kept waking up during the night, and every time I looked to my side and realized that Soda still hadn't gotten back yet. It was 4 a.m. by the 5th time I'd woken up. I was really starting to get worried. Darry gets up at 5 in the morning on Sundays, so he could get ready for work, and if Soda wasn't home by then.
I tried to not think about it. I don't want Darry hurting Soda. He can hurt me all he likes, but not Soda. I was trying to get back to sleep, when out of the dead silence I heard Darry scream,
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN SODAPOP CURTIS!?!?" "I just went out for a walk Darry, honest!" "Bull shit! You've been gone since 10!"
I walked to the bedroom door and opened it a crack so I could see what was happening. I wished I hadn't though. Soda was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands crying, and Darry was holding his belt. I was frozen with terror. I closed my eyes but I could still hear the swoosh and crack of the belt as it struck it's target. Then I could hear Soda's cry of pain. Over and over and over again those sounds came into my head until I finally had enough courage to look. Soda was still on the ground, I guess Darry had left because he wasn't there anymore. I walked over to Soda, taking my time in case this was all a bad dream.
"Soda.Sodapop.Are you alright?" "Yeah, go back to bed Pon."
He said between sobs. I walked over to him and helped him sit up. He told me to go get some ice, and when I came back from the kitchen, I was so shocked I almost dropped it all. Soda had taken his shirt off, and I could see at least ten red marks on his back, bleeding and criss-crossing over each other. It was horrible.
"We gotta tell Social Services Soda!" "We can't! I wanna stay here, call me crazy, but I do."
After I had treated all of Soda's cut and smeared rubbing alcohol over them, we went to bed. I was happy that Soda usually sleeps on his stomach, because it was pretty impossible to sleep on his back. I tried not to move too much, I didn't want to hurt him. After a while of not moving, I guess he thought I was asleep, because he started sobbing quietly. I felt so bad, but then I was overcome with anger at Darry. What made him change all of a sudden. Is this a phase or will he stay like this permanently? If he does, what will we do? I kept thinking about Johnny and his parents. They were abusive drunks who hated him. Darry seems like that now. Finally I fell into an unmerciful and nightmare ridden sleep.
(A/N- that was REALLY short, I know. SORRY but that's all for now. Peace ~ I love KoRn!)