"Hello greaser. Wanna play?."
I felt my blood turn to ice as I turned around and cam face to face with James. Bob's brother. He also had five friends with him. I stood no chance against them.
'Think. Think. C'mon I gotta get outta this one. Please God help me.' I thought to myself.
I slowly backed away till my back hit the wall. I was trapped and I and no where to go. James came right up to me and held his knife right infront of my face.
"You're gonna pay grease," he said. "You killed Bob and now you and you're little friend Johnny are gonna pay. Big time/"
"No," I said; shaking. "Leave us alone. We didn't do nothin'."
James laughed eviliy and I really considered curling up into a ball and crying because I was so scared.. But I couldn't do that. I just stood there. I was shaking so hard and I could barely breathe.
"Leave me alone," I yelled as a single tear fell down from my eye.
"Oh, look," James said. "Little greaser is gonna cry. Oh poor little baby greaser."
I couldn't stop so I tried to run and I ran as fast as I could only to come into a dead end alley. Now I was really trapped. James and his gang came in and backed me up against the wall. Then, one grabbe my arms behind my back while the others took turns hitting me in the stomach and when they were done they dropped me to the floor. I hardly could breathe. With one finally kick to my back, James said:
"This ain't over. It's far from over."
I sat in the alley and cried and cried until I realized that Darry and Soda were probably home from work. I knew Darry would probably be mad at me. But I got up and walked home, hoping that I got there before Darry did. Of course, I had no such luck. Darry jumped up from his chair as soon as he saw me.
"PONYBOY," he yelled. "You were not supposed to go anywhere. Where the hell were you?."
I gulped and sat down on the couch.
"I-I-I went to the movies," I stammered. "I'm sorry."
Darry sighed and pulled me up by my arm. He really had a hard grip.
"Let's go," he said.
He led me to my room and pushed me in.
"Don't even think of opening the door," he warned.
My life was a huge mess. All I could do was cry and cry. I don't know why I was crying. I just couldn't stop. I couldn't lie on my back because I had a huge bruise. I heard the same voice over and over again in my head. 'This ain't over. It's far from over.'
And it made me shudder with fear.