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Here is chapter 10...
The Soc's Revenge: Chapter 10:
Pony's POV:
I have never ever felt worse then I did right now. Not ever in my whole entire life. Well, I guess there's a first for everything. At least I wasn't in that cold dark room I was in last night. It was actually worse. As of now, me and Soda were under constant watch. We sat in Bowden's office beside each other; each chained to the bars on the window. Well, to be more clear, my right hand and his left hand were handcuffed to the window. Boy it sure wasn't fun. Soda did all he can to help me and make me feel better but the poor guy was falling apart himself. He couldn't be strong for both of us. I wondered how long it will be before he'll actually break down and cry. Soda hardly smiled anymore which wasn't very good because he usually couldn't stop smiling. This stupid reformatory was really killing us both.
"Hey Pony," Soda called softly.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Are you sure you're alright," he asked.
"Yeah I'm alright. But what really matters is how your doin'?."
"Shoot, Pony," he said. "It don't matter 'bout me. I'm askin' 'bout you now, Pony."
I was just about to answer but I got cut off when the guards came in.
"Now what," I mumbled under my breath.
The guard gave me a really cold look.
"What the hell did you say, greaser," he demanded.
"Nothin' really," I replied. "Just doin' some thinkin' out loud."
The guard came up to me and grabbed the front of my shirt so that we were face to face.
"Well, next time don't," he snapped. "You got it?."
I got so mad that I then did something that I would never ever do. I told him to f off. My eyes went wide when I heard myself say it. Soda was stunned silent.
"Oh, now your dead you greaser," he yelled.
He grabbed my hand rather roughly and un-cuffed me. He then dragged me out of the office but my arm which I was sure would come off if he gripped it harder. Back into the basement he went and again I was thrown into a cold, dark room.
"SIT AND WAIT!" he yelled as he threw me into the wall where I hit my shoulder rather hard.
'Oh man," I thought. "Why the hell do I have to always open my big mouth all the time?'
After about what seemed like forever the stupid guard came back with a bag that he threw to the ground.
"Somebody oughta teach all you greasers a lesson," he said. "Well, I guess I gotta start with you then, now don't I?"
He walked over to the bag and took out a long rope. I could only imagine what he was gonna do with that. I was helpless. My eyes wnet wide and I started to back away because something told me that this guard wasn't joking.
"Where you going, greaser?" he asked. "You scared."
I didn't answer and continued to back away. Very unfortunately, I backed up into a wall so I had no where to go.
"Stupid greaser," he said evilly.
In a flash he had the rope around my neck and I could hardly breathe. I was desperately trying to pull the rope off my throat but it was no use. Just before I was about to pass out, he loosened the rope. I struggled to get my breath back.
He walked up to the bag and took out a long leather strap.
"What---t-the---hell---is---that---for," I managed to gasp out.
The guard laughed and said:
"It's about the worse thing that you can get in the reformatory. Ask your stupid little greaser friend Dallas. He knows alot about it."
He then started walking toward me. I shut my eyes and put my hands over my head.
'Oh boy' I thought.