A/N: Thanks to Killslay for the plot idea in this chapter…of doom!!!
When Ponyboy's numerous gunshot wounds finally healed he decided to go for a walk by himself in the middle of the night.
"Pony, you better not be planning on going out this late at night, by yourself…or have you forgotten your recent injuries?" said Darry, sitting in a chair by the window.
"I haven't – but I really want to go for a walk."
"Well," Darry said, acting like a moron, "I suppose you can, but be careful."
"Gee, thanks," said Pony, then he thought, 'Gee? What the hell?' Choosing not to dwell, he left the house and began his walk. While he was walking he took the time to stare at some trees and birds, even though most of the birds were asleep so the only ones he could really look at were the night birds and they're kind of creepy. Soon he was in a rather jumpy mood, what with all the birds and he began to wonder if going for a walk was such a good idea after all. 'Man,' he thought, 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, I mean, last time I went for a walk alone I was shot seventy-three times. And the socs do drive around looking for fights every night…' just then he looked up and saw a soc car driving by. "Aww, crud," he muttered. Then he became very nervous.
"Hey grease!" yelled one of the socs.
Ponyboy ignored him.
"Let's pull over," said another soc (it was Ned).
"Why?" asked another soc.
"Because," Ned reasoned, "We went out looking for girls and we haven't found any."
None of the other socs bothered to ask him where the logic in that was and they all got out of the car.
Ponyboy chose this moment (despite the earlier abundance of moments) to run away.
Even though Pony was probably the fastest runner in his school, the socs managed to catch up with him easily (for some reason). Two of the socs held him while Ned began to hit him. Then Ned began to take off his pants.
At this point, one of the socs, a sensitive boy by the name of Charlie, said, "Ned, I don't know if we should be doing this; he's a boy."
"So? They're all the same, really."
"Except for the fact that there are huge anatomical differences between boys and girls, especially in the area that you're planning on using," said Charlie.
"Shut up!" said Ned, as he raped Ponyboy.
"Well I won't be a part of it," said Charlie, running away.
Soon the socs took off in their really nice car, leaving Ponyboy bleeding in the grass, or on the pavement – whichever sounds more dramatic. By then it was morning (just play along) and Dally happened to be running by, escaping from Tim's house.
"Hey Pony, looks like you were raped," he said without showing any emotions, even though we can all see that he's crying beneath his cool exterior.
"Yeah," said Pony, bursting into tears. Then, through his tears, he said, "I'm sorry Dal, you wouldn't be crying and here I am, acting like a little school girl."
"Aww, Ponyboy, don't say that. I freak out when people touch me! Just think how I would react in this situation."
"That's true," Pony sniffed.
"Yeah," sighed Dally, "Now, let's get you home so that your brothers can deal with you. I've had enough crying for one day."
"Ok," said Ponyboy, then he said, "Wait! You can't tell anyone about this."
"Why not?"
"I'm embarrassed."
"Fine."
"Great, it'll be our little secret, ok?"
Dally raised an eyebrow, "Just don't expect us to 'grow closer' or anything."
"Oh…I won't…" Pony said slyly.
Dally could here the slyness in Ponyboy's voice but he decided just to deal with that when it became important. He had too many things to worry about now, what with Tim being all sobby.
They walked to Pony's house and were met at the door by Soda and Darry. "Pony, what happened?" asked Darry.
"Nothing," said Ponyboy.
"What do you mean, nothing? You're covered in blood."
"Oh that?" Ponyboy chuckled, "I just got into a little fight…heh heh."
"Ok…" said Darry, "Well, go to bed."
"Ok," said Pony, walking to his room.
That night Soda awoke to the sound of Pony screaming (presumably reliving the incident). "Pony, wake up! You're having a nightmare."
"Wha…?" asked Ponyboy, crying.
"There, there," said Soda, hugging his younger brother.
"I'm sorry to wake you," said Pony.
"Don't apologize," Soda said, hugging him tighter.
"Sorry," said Ponyboy, then, realizing he had just apologized, "Oh, sorry." Finally he just stopped talking. Then he went to sleep and so did Soda.