Firstly, thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Killslay: thanks for the spelling thing! I'll change it when I have time. . . thanks for your great review!
Lin: omigod I'm on your favorites list??? THAANK YOOOUUUU!!!
Mary: thanks so much for your review! I'm glad u found my story! Hm. . . I considered your idea about Kevin and Pony, but I don't read slash that much so I'm not sure I could write it. . . but it was a great idea! :o) I hope I put enough info about Kevin in the last few chapters!~*
MissLKid: I know!!! He'd better get back home. . . heehee I'm not telling!!! *sticks tongue out*
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A huge thanks to Latinagal, CrazeLilDreamer, darkdestiney2000, piewolvesandsuch, ponyboysgirl, True-Slytherin-gurl, DBZ gal too!
A/N: I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated for such a long time! I'm in summer school and we have sooooooo much homework- it's totally insane. . . *groanz* ah well. Since I'm already complaining, I'll go on just for fun~ and then I've had MAJOR writer's block~ waaahhhh. . . hehe. Am I boring you guys yet?
Okay okay. . .
I'm trying! Erm. . . erm. . . erm. . . *poises pen over blank paper* I'm TRYING!!
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
I groaned softly as I came into consciousness. My body ached all over, and my eyelids felt like heavy weights. I felt like I had walked in front of and crashed into a Mustang going at full speed. I wanted to pass out again, but I fought the darkness that was threatening to close in on me and painfully opened my eyes.
I was lying on the cold wooden floor of the living room. The floorboards were stained a rusty reddish-brown from my blood. I felt stiff all over from lying on the hard ground. I tried to sit up, but collapsed back on the floor again with a hiss of pain.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. Fear raced through me. I knew who it was. I struggled unsuccessfully to rise again. Tears leaked out of my eyes at my failure to get away.
"Finally awake kid?" said a hard voice near me. A callused hand grabbed my arm, forcing me up. I gave another cry of pain as some of the wounds in my back started bleeding again because of the sudden jerk.
The world spun and I swayed a little dizzily. I would have undoubtedly fallen back on the ground again if Kevin's hands weren't gripping my arms tightly. Kevin. I started trembling, using the last of my strength to fight off his hands. He cuffed me hard on the head and I stopped, my head exploding in pain.
Kevin leaned down, putting his head in front of mine. His black, cold eyes looking into mine menacingly.
"A social worker is supposed to come in and check up on you today. If you tell her anything. . ."
He let go of one of my arms and put his fist in my face threateningly. I wondered why he thought I would tell anyone. I mean, I knew I should, but what was the point of upsetting my brothers? They already had enough problems to deal with anyway. The fact that Kevin was worried about me telling people about what happened almost wanted to start laughing, but fear of Kevin made the urge to express any amusement disintegrate.
"Well?" he snarled.
"I won't say anything," I said, inwardly cursing my voice for wobbling. Kevin looked a little suspicious at my immediate assent.
"You better not, or you know what you'll get," he scowled after a moment's silence. "The social worker's coming in an hour. Clean yourself up and tidy up this dump."
He let go of me so abruptly that I almost fell, and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed onto the edge of the couch to keep my balance, putting a hand to my temple to ease its throbbing.
I took a few slow, cautious steps away from the couch, relieved that I didn't fall over. The room was still sliding a little in and out of focus and my head was pounding. I could feel warm blood trickling down my back, which was stinging painfully.
I found the bathroom and collapsed down on the white floor, staining some tiles with my blood.
I put the back of my hand to my forehead, which felt unnaturally hot. Great, I thought miserably. And I'm sick on top of all this.
Struggling up, I turned the shower on, waiting for the water to get warm. I got into the tub, hissing in pain as the water made my back burn. I gingerly cleaned up and got out of the tub, wincing as I wrapped a towel around myself.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and sighed. I looked a total mess. There were no visible signs of any injuries on my face, because Kevin had never exactly punched me in the eye or anything, but my arms and body were covered with cuts and bruises, and my back had about ten long, deep welts. Blood was still trickling out of some of them, and I turned away quickly, not wanting to see more.
I put on a dark colored T-shirt so that, even if one of the wounds opened up again, the bleeding wouldn't be so obvious. I quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and walked out of the bathroom.
I was still feeling slightly lightheaded from the pain, and I leaned onto the wall for a second, resting my head on the cool surface, hoping the dizziness would pass. It got a little better after a while and I continued walking back into the living room.
I stopped as I saw Kevin standing in the middle of the living room, his hands folded across his chest. The living room was spotless, showing no evidence of what had happened the night before.
"I told you to clean up the fucking living room, kid," growled Kevin angrily. "What the hell were you doing? God- do I have to do EVERYTHING myself, you good-for-nothing. . ."
He stopped as the doorbell rang.
"Siddown," said Kevin, shoving me down onto the couch. He towered over me, glaring down at me. "And don't forget our little 'chat'."
He walked over to the door and opened it. A woman in a white blouse and black pants was standing on the front steps. Her graying hair was pulled into a tight bun and a shiny brown handbag was slung over her shoulder. She gave Kevin a wide, fake smile, and he returned it, letting her in.
She paused at the threshold, looking around critically. I saw Kevin tense up a little, but he relaxed as she gave another smile to indicate that the room had passed her examination, and walked in.
"Hello Ponyboy," she said, seeing me sitting on the couch.
"Hi," I replied, hoping she didn't notice anything was wrong.
"Well, I'm supposed to talk privately to Ponyboy, so could you please leave the room for a few minutes?" the social worker asked, looking up at Kevin.
"Of course," said Kevin. His voice sounded strange to me because of its lack of menace. He shot me a warning glare that the social worker missed, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I relaxed a little as I saw Kevin leave the room. The social worker turned toward me, flashing me another large, toothy smile.
"So, Ponyboy, how is your new foster home?"
"It's okay," I replied. I couldn't bring myself to sing praises about it.
She looked a little annoyed at my lack of enthusiasm, but continued. "And how do you like your foster parent?"
"He's nice," I replied shortly, forcing the words out of my mouth. I crossed my fingers behind my back. I knew it was babyish, but it was strangely satisfying; it was the only way I felt like I could defy Kevin.
"That's nice," she said, opening her handbag and scribbling some notes down on a black book with a ball-pen.
She asked me a couple more questions about how I liked it in my new school, and whether I had made friends, et cetera. I mostly lied, telling her stuff I knew she would want to hear. At last, she was done.
"Sounds like everything here is going on just fine," she said, getting up. "If you need any help, just call this number." She dug around in her handbag, and gave me a small white business card with her name and number on it.
"But remember, I'm a very busy person, so please don't call me unless it is an emergency." She gave me a look that indicated she didn't want any calls from me whatsoever.
I nodded, not surprised. I didn't expect any social worker to care about what happened to me.
"Well," she continued, "I'm going to have a quick little talk with your foster father. Stay right here."
She quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Moments later, I heard her voice and Kevin's. Normally, I would have gone up to the door to eavesdrop, but I knew I wasn't exactly up to running back to the couch if the door unexpectedly opened.
I leaned back on the couch, closing my eyes. I felt safe, because I knew that Kevin couldn't come into the room and hit me or anything- not with the social worker there. I smiled, content with the small luxury of the cushions on the couch after a night spent on the floor. My head sank back onto a cushion and I fell asleep, lulled into slumber by the comfort surrounding me and feeling of protection from Kevin . . .
Sorry- that chapter sucked majorly- I know. That chapter took me forever to write and I'm half asleep cuz we had like, three tests yesterday and I was up till like, 3:45am studying~ and I don't have the book with me so don't yell at me if I made mistakes- although I wouldn't really need it for this chapter- ah well. Just another pathetic excuse for this lame chapter.
Yup I repeat that it sucked- but please review??? Pretty pretty pretty please please please???
Killslay: thanks for the spelling thing! I'll change it when I have time. . . thanks for your great review!
Lin: omigod I'm on your favorites list??? THAANK YOOOUUUU!!!
Mary: thanks so much for your review! I'm glad u found my story! Hm. . . I considered your idea about Kevin and Pony, but I don't read slash that much so I'm not sure I could write it. . . but it was a great idea! :o) I hope I put enough info about Kevin in the last few chapters!~*
MissLKid: I know!!! He'd better get back home. . . heehee I'm not telling!!! *sticks tongue out*
Aaliyah-Charity: lol mi ass is back on the computer finally! Thanks for telling me where they are!!!
Maxwell de Charenton: lol I'm turning you into a sadist? Teeheehee~ evil moi*
Porcelain Princess: heehee~ more ponyboy pov is coming up! I like writing in his pov best! :o)
A huge thanks to Latinagal, CrazeLilDreamer, darkdestiney2000, piewolvesandsuch, ponyboysgirl, True-Slytherin-gurl, DBZ gal too!
A/N: I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated for such a long time! I'm in summer school and we have sooooooo much homework- it's totally insane. . . *groanz* ah well. Since I'm already complaining, I'll go on just for fun~ and then I've had MAJOR writer's block~ waaahhhh. . . hehe. Am I boring you guys yet?
Okay okay. . .
I'm trying! Erm. . . erm. . . erm. . . *poises pen over blank paper* I'm TRYING!!
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
I groaned softly as I came into consciousness. My body ached all over, and my eyelids felt like heavy weights. I felt like I had walked in front of and crashed into a Mustang going at full speed. I wanted to pass out again, but I fought the darkness that was threatening to close in on me and painfully opened my eyes.
I was lying on the cold wooden floor of the living room. The floorboards were stained a rusty reddish-brown from my blood. I felt stiff all over from lying on the hard ground. I tried to sit up, but collapsed back on the floor again with a hiss of pain.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. Fear raced through me. I knew who it was. I struggled unsuccessfully to rise again. Tears leaked out of my eyes at my failure to get away.
"Finally awake kid?" said a hard voice near me. A callused hand grabbed my arm, forcing me up. I gave another cry of pain as some of the wounds in my back started bleeding again because of the sudden jerk.
The world spun and I swayed a little dizzily. I would have undoubtedly fallen back on the ground again if Kevin's hands weren't gripping my arms tightly. Kevin. I started trembling, using the last of my strength to fight off his hands. He cuffed me hard on the head and I stopped, my head exploding in pain.
Kevin leaned down, putting his head in front of mine. His black, cold eyes looking into mine menacingly.
"A social worker is supposed to come in and check up on you today. If you tell her anything. . ."
He let go of one of my arms and put his fist in my face threateningly. I wondered why he thought I would tell anyone. I mean, I knew I should, but what was the point of upsetting my brothers? They already had enough problems to deal with anyway. The fact that Kevin was worried about me telling people about what happened almost wanted to start laughing, but fear of Kevin made the urge to express any amusement disintegrate.
"Well?" he snarled.
"I won't say anything," I said, inwardly cursing my voice for wobbling. Kevin looked a little suspicious at my immediate assent.
"You better not, or you know what you'll get," he scowled after a moment's silence. "The social worker's coming in an hour. Clean yourself up and tidy up this dump."
He let go of me so abruptly that I almost fell, and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed onto the edge of the couch to keep my balance, putting a hand to my temple to ease its throbbing.
I took a few slow, cautious steps away from the couch, relieved that I didn't fall over. The room was still sliding a little in and out of focus and my head was pounding. I could feel warm blood trickling down my back, which was stinging painfully.
I found the bathroom and collapsed down on the white floor, staining some tiles with my blood.
I put the back of my hand to my forehead, which felt unnaturally hot. Great, I thought miserably. And I'm sick on top of all this.
Struggling up, I turned the shower on, waiting for the water to get warm. I got into the tub, hissing in pain as the water made my back burn. I gingerly cleaned up and got out of the tub, wincing as I wrapped a towel around myself.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and sighed. I looked a total mess. There were no visible signs of any injuries on my face, because Kevin had never exactly punched me in the eye or anything, but my arms and body were covered with cuts and bruises, and my back had about ten long, deep welts. Blood was still trickling out of some of them, and I turned away quickly, not wanting to see more.
I put on a dark colored T-shirt so that, even if one of the wounds opened up again, the bleeding wouldn't be so obvious. I quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and walked out of the bathroom.
I was still feeling slightly lightheaded from the pain, and I leaned onto the wall for a second, resting my head on the cool surface, hoping the dizziness would pass. It got a little better after a while and I continued walking back into the living room.
I stopped as I saw Kevin standing in the middle of the living room, his hands folded across his chest. The living room was spotless, showing no evidence of what had happened the night before.
"I told you to clean up the fucking living room, kid," growled Kevin angrily. "What the hell were you doing? God- do I have to do EVERYTHING myself, you good-for-nothing. . ."
He stopped as the doorbell rang.
"Siddown," said Kevin, shoving me down onto the couch. He towered over me, glaring down at me. "And don't forget our little 'chat'."
He walked over to the door and opened it. A woman in a white blouse and black pants was standing on the front steps. Her graying hair was pulled into a tight bun and a shiny brown handbag was slung over her shoulder. She gave Kevin a wide, fake smile, and he returned it, letting her in.
She paused at the threshold, looking around critically. I saw Kevin tense up a little, but he relaxed as she gave another smile to indicate that the room had passed her examination, and walked in.
"Hello Ponyboy," she said, seeing me sitting on the couch.
"Hi," I replied, hoping she didn't notice anything was wrong.
"Well, I'm supposed to talk privately to Ponyboy, so could you please leave the room for a few minutes?" the social worker asked, looking up at Kevin.
"Of course," said Kevin. His voice sounded strange to me because of its lack of menace. He shot me a warning glare that the social worker missed, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I relaxed a little as I saw Kevin leave the room. The social worker turned toward me, flashing me another large, toothy smile.
"So, Ponyboy, how is your new foster home?"
"It's okay," I replied. I couldn't bring myself to sing praises about it.
She looked a little annoyed at my lack of enthusiasm, but continued. "And how do you like your foster parent?"
"He's nice," I replied shortly, forcing the words out of my mouth. I crossed my fingers behind my back. I knew it was babyish, but it was strangely satisfying; it was the only way I felt like I could defy Kevin.
"That's nice," she said, opening her handbag and scribbling some notes down on a black book with a ball-pen.
She asked me a couple more questions about how I liked it in my new school, and whether I had made friends, et cetera. I mostly lied, telling her stuff I knew she would want to hear. At last, she was done.
"Sounds like everything here is going on just fine," she said, getting up. "If you need any help, just call this number." She dug around in her handbag, and gave me a small white business card with her name and number on it.
"But remember, I'm a very busy person, so please don't call me unless it is an emergency." She gave me a look that indicated she didn't want any calls from me whatsoever.
I nodded, not surprised. I didn't expect any social worker to care about what happened to me.
"Well," she continued, "I'm going to have a quick little talk with your foster father. Stay right here."
She quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Moments later, I heard her voice and Kevin's. Normally, I would have gone up to the door to eavesdrop, but I knew I wasn't exactly up to running back to the couch if the door unexpectedly opened.
I leaned back on the couch, closing my eyes. I felt safe, because I knew that Kevin couldn't come into the room and hit me or anything- not with the social worker there. I smiled, content with the small luxury of the cushions on the couch after a night spent on the floor. My head sank back onto a cushion and I fell asleep, lulled into slumber by the comfort surrounding me and feeling of protection from Kevin . . .
Sorry- that chapter sucked majorly- I know. That chapter took me forever to write and I'm half asleep cuz we had like, three tests yesterday and I was up till like, 3:45am studying~ and I don't have the book with me so don't yell at me if I made mistakes- although I wouldn't really need it for this chapter- ah well. Just another pathetic excuse for this lame chapter.
Yup I repeat that it sucked- but please review??? Pretty pretty pretty please please please???