(Still Soda's P.O.V)

The next day I heard Jackson throwing up in the bathroom. I got out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom. I held her hair back, rubbing her back while she threw up to let her know she was ok.

She leaned back against me lifelessly, "I fucking hate this." She groaned.

"I would too, you've been puking since Tuesday, shouldn't you be better by now?" I asked, handing her a wad of toilet paper to wipe her mouth with.

"That's just it, I'm not sick anymore- Uhh," she groaned, leaned forward and heaved. I held her hair out of the way and rubbed her back again.

"It's ok, shh." I whispered as she puked, some missing the bowl and landing on the seat. I scrunched my nose up at the smell of it. It reeked.

"Soda?" she said, her head still halfway in the toilet.

"Yeah?"

"Kill me." She demanded, her voice thick with vomit. Her body was shaking violently.

(Jackson's P.O.V)

I cried silently in the bathroom while Soda held my hair and patted my back, whispering soothing things. I don't think he knew I was crying.

My throat burned as more bile rose into my throat. My stomach churned, it tasted and smelled horrible. I didn't know how Soda could stand it. It was pretty bad. With one last retch and last bit of puke leaving my stomach, I flushed the toilet, stood up on weak legs and washed my mouth out with water and Listerine Citrus mouthwash.

"Ohh, this sucks." I groaned as I exited the bathroom and lit a cigarette. Darry had already left for work so t was safe. I shuddered. Finally a gut wrenching thought came into my head, "I'm gonna run to the drugstore, I'll be back in a few!" I called, walking out of the house.

I stopped at the local drug store, walked in and bought a home pregnancy test. I walked to my house and took it. It came out positive, my heart sank to my feet and I began to cry. I was going to have a baby and the monster that raped me was the father. Huge sobs surged through my body and I cried for what seemed like an eternity. I threw the pregnancy test in the trash and walked back to the Curtis's. I had to tell someone. Soda, he could help me figure out what to do.

I entered the house, "Soda, I need to talk to you." I said, my voice heavy with tears.

He must have sensed the sadness in my voice because when he looked up at my his eyes were soft and sympathetic, "what's wrong?"

I started sobbing and I sat down on the couch, "Soda, I'm in trouble." I sobbed.

"How? What's going on?" his voice became panicky.

"Soda, I-and-he-now-I'm-" I couldn't find the words. My fault.

"What?"

I took a shaky breath, my eyes not leaving the floor, "I need your help." I finally said through my tears.

"With what? I'm freaking out Jack, you never cry like this, what's going on?!" he demanded.

I took a shaky breath, "I think I'm pregnant." I finally said, it was barely a whisper.

His jaw made a thud when it hit the floor he hugged me. More tears were threatening to spill, "Jack-how-what happened?" Soda asked as he patted the back of my head.

"I think you know how it happened, you took Project K.N.O.W" I said with a heavy voice. I wasn't going to tell him about the rape. "Look, I'm gonna go home. I'll see you guys later." I added.

Ponyboy was just coming out of the bathroom dressed. His hair was wet, "we'll walk you home." He said cheerfully, not knowing what happened.

I shrugged, "ok, let's go." Soda, Pony and I started out the door and toward my house. No one said much on the way there. Pony didn't hear what I'd said no more that ten minutes before and I didn't really want him to know.

I saw Elroy's car in the driveway and I wanted to throw up again. My knees felt weak and I leaned on Soda for strength. I shook my head and began walking on my own again.

We entered my house; Elroy and my brother were talking in the living room. To get to my room you had to pass through the living room. I was screwed.

"Hey Jack, I had fun hanging out with you the other night." Elroy said, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

I scooted away, disgusted, "don't you fucking touch me." I snarled, hiding the fear that made me feel like I was going to pass out.

"Jack be nice!" Chancey shouted at me.

I glared at him and stomped to the stairs, which led to my room.

"So I heard you got lucky." Jenna said as I passed her room.

"With who?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes on her.

"According to Elroy, him. Nice choice, he's a good Guy." She informed me.

I snorted and scowled, "he's an asshole." I stated.

"So he's the love 'em and leave 'em type huh?" she asked with a smile.

"I wouldn't know, nothing happened." I replied through clenched teeth.

I heard a door close and the car start up. Soda and Pony were standing behind me, not wanting to miss a word.

"What do you mean?" she asked, "Elroy doesn't lie."

I snorted again, "You might be surprised." I blurted before I could stop myself.

"What the hell are you ta-"

"Nothing." I interrupted, shaking my head. "Nothing." With that I stormed past the guys and go into my room.

Soda was right behind me, "what the hell was that?!" he shouted.

I glared at him, "it was nothing." I said, fighting tears.

"Bullshit! What was it?!"

I felt anger building up in the pit of my stomach, rising up my throat, and pounding into my head. "HE RAPED ME, HAPPY?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?!" I bellowed, slamming my door in his face.

(Ponyboy's P.O.V)

I gasped when I heard Jack; Soda's face had turned a sickly white and his fists clenched as well as his teeth. Jenna walked out of her room, a dumbstruck look on her face. He turned the knob on her door and opened it carefully. We all saw her, sprawled out on her stomach, shaking with tears, her face buried in her pillows.

Soda sat down beside her, he rubbed her back as she cried. I felt tears in my eyes as well, "shh, it's ok, it's ok."

Jack sat up and gave him a disgusted look, "ok? It's ok? It's not ok Soda, NOTHING is ok!" she shouted at him, "why don't you have someone pin you down by your wrists, slap you around for a bit and shove something in you over and over while you're begging them to stop but they don't stop because they're a sick, twisted fucks who get pleasure in putting other people in pain! You do that and then tell me it's ok!"

My. Heart. Stopped. How could this be happening? Why Jack? Why now? She doesn't deserve this. I thought she never deserved this.

Soda took a deep breath "ok Jack. Tomorrow I'll take you to a doctor to see if you're pregnant." He said quietly. "Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you call the cops?"

Her eyes widened in horror, "I couldn't Soda. He'll kill me; I know he can do it. Besides it's too late now." She said, "I just wanna forget about it, please let's just forget it happened!" she begged, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Soda nodded and blinked, a single tear slid down his cheek and he hugged her. I'd been crying since she screamed she'd been raped, how could he just be starting?! "Ok, tomorrow, I'll take you to the doctor and get you checked out. But-what if you're pregnant?"

She shrugged, "if I'm pregnant then I'm pregnant. There's not much I can do about it." She said heavily.

That night, Soda carried Jackson to our house, she only weighed about ninety-nine pounds so she wasn't that heavy. Darry was waiting for us in his recliner; we called him and told him we'd be late.

Soda laid her down on his bed, "I'm gonna take the couch tonight." He said quietly.

"What's wrong?" Darry asked with a worried look on his face.

Soda took a shaky breath, "she was raped." He choked out. He said down on the couch and rubbed his eyes, which were now red and puffy from crying. I was sure mine were the same.

Darry's eyes softened to a baby blue as his face became sad and his fists clenched. "Who did it?" he asked through his teeth.

I cleared my throat, "one of her brother's friends." I said shakily, "Soda's gonna take her to the doc to get checked out 'cause she's afraid she might be pregnant."

Darry shook his head, "keep an eye on her tonight." He said sadly.

"I'm gonna kill him." Soda snarled angrily, "Why her? Why? Why did that sick son of a bitch choose her to do this to!?" he shouted, his anger building. He stood up and punched the wall; there was a hole there, "God Damnit!"

"Soda, stop!" I shouted.

An ear-shattering scream came from Soda's room and mine "STOP", she screamed. Everything stopped; we looked toward the room and saw Jackson curled up in a ball in the far corner. "Please stop," she whimpered. Her hands were grasping the top of her head and she was rocking back and forth.

"Hey Baby Girl." Soda said, using the nickname he'd given her when they were kids. "Hey, calm down, you're safe, you're with us and no one's going to hurt you anymore." He said soothingly.

"My fault." She muttered.

"What's your fault?" Darry asked, eyeing her as though she might break.

"It's all my fault, I didn't fight enough. Didn't scream, my fault." She muttered.

Soda hugged her, then held her out at arms' length, "you listen to me," he said firmly, "none of this is your fault, it's his, it's no one's fault but his. We should be guilty, we weren't there to protect you." He said, holding her chin. She buried her face in his chest and sobbed until she fell back asleep. Soda leaned against the wall, still allowing her to whimper and cry onto his chest ever in her sleep. He stroked her hair and whispered to her softly, as soon as she relaxed, she was out for the night.