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The Soc's Revenge: Chapter 6:
Pony's POV:
I was next.
I played those three words in my head over and over again. 'I was next.' I turned around to face the door when I heard the lock click open. The door opened and in walked Bowden. I whimpered and struggled not to cry.
"I don't like you greasers," he said. "You are nothing but filthy trash. You're scum. You're lower than the ground."
I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and I couldn't breathe. It didn't make me feel too good when someone made fun of me. Then I suddenly got mad.
"Why don't you shut your trap you stupid soc," I yelled.
I didn't care anymore. I would say what I wanted. Bowden was a soc and he knew it.
"You shouldn't say that," he warned. "Because i'm afraid that now your gonna end up like your brother now."
Soda's POV:
I had heard thw whole conversation between Pony and Bowden. Now, all I could hear was Pony screaming and crying. I couldn't take it. I did something I never thought I would do. I cried. I tried to block out the sounds of Pony screaming. I couldn't bear to hear him scream and know I couldn't do anything to help him.
"SODA," I heard Pony scream.
He was screaming wildly for me. I couldn't do anything. I just cried and cried and prayed.
Soda's POV
When i woke up the next morning, I was in alot of pain and I could hardly move. Just as I started to get up, Bowden came right through the door.
"SIT!' he ordered.
I sat. He went back outside the door and into Pony's room. A minute later, he threw Pony into my room.
"I am going to work" he said. "You better not do anything that would anger me. Or else. And when I come home, you better be in your rooms."
After saying that, he left. I feel on my knees right be Pony. He looked really hurt. But then again so was I so I knew how he felt. I shook him gently.
"Pony, wake up," I said. "C'mon, now. Please Ponyboy, get up."
He opened his eyes and looked relieved when he saw me.
"S-s-soda," he stammered.
"Yeah," I replied. "It's ok, Pony. You're alright."
"Oh, Soda," he said. "What are we gonna do?."
"I don't know," I replied. "I don't know."