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The Soc's Revenge: Chapter 8

Pony's POV:

I jumped out of my skin when I heard Bowden. Soda grabbed my arm and gave me a look that said "be quiet."

"Answer me right now," he demanded. "I want you to tell me why the hell you're smoking in my house."

He looked from me to Soda and then back to me. Neither of us said one word. There was nothing that we could say. The only answer was that we were smoking because we felt like it. But something told me that he didn't wanna hear that.

"I AM WAITING!" he yelled.

I had started shaking already. I always start shaking when I get scared.

"They're mine," I blurted out. "I brought them and I'm the one who wanted to take them out. It ain't Soda's fault."

Bowden laughed and then pulled a knife out of his pocket and charged at me. I tried to get away but he was in front of me in a second and the knife slid right into me. I couldn't fight back and I couldn't scream. And all Soda did was sit there and stare.

I kept screaming and screaming until I felt someone shaking me.

"PONYBOY!" Soda screamed. "PONYBOY PLEASE CALM DOWN! YOU'RE SCARIN' ME!"

My vision cleared and I saw Soda. No one else but Soda. Then I immediately grabbed onto him and cried like I never cried before.

"S-sorry for scarin' ya, Soda," I apologized.

"It's alright, kid," he replied. "It don't mean nothin' to me."

We heard something and then all of a sudden we realized that Bowden was up and that he would find us in the same room together. Again.

"It's ok, Pony," he assured. "Don' worry about nothin'. Just hurry up and run and don't get caught."

I nodded and slowly got up; silently making my way to the door. I opened it and jumped out of my skin when I saw Bowden.

"You stupid greasers never learn," he growled.

I winced as he grabbed my arm and led me over to where Soda was sitting. I was half off the ground and he was practically dragging me.

"Sit!" he barked as he threw me into Soda.

"You boys are not acting the way I want you to," he said angrily. "So I have come to a decision. Since you are in my care, I get to decide where you go and what you do. And I have decided. As of tomorrow, you boys will be put in the reformatory until I see fit that you come out. And trust me, it'll be awhile.

He laughed evilly and left. I nearly fainted. If living with Bowden was hell, I wondered if living in the reformatory would be any worse. My guess is that it wouldn't be the end of our nightmare.

The next morning...

Darry's POV:

The phone rang and I ran to pick it up. It was the director of the boy's home. They had devastating news for me. I hung up the phone and turned around to face the gang.

"What's wrong, Darry?" Dallas asked. "Is it Pony and Soda?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "Warden Bowden is puttin' them in the reformatory. We gotta save 'em."