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Chapter three

Soda POV

I woke up and found six guys staring down at me. My instant thought was that the soc's were back and I panicked, screaming and leaning back into the sofa. I realised it was a mistake after I felt a strong pain swipe through my stomach, nearly making me pass out again. Somebody had hold of my hand, and I tried to pull away but they held on tight.

"Shh little buddy, its only us," I heard a familiar voice say. My vision returned and I realised that Darry was holding my hand and the gang were behind him. Poor Ponyboy looked like he may pass out. I put an arm round my stomach as it hurt again and was surprised to feel a bandage wrapped around me.

"What happened?" I whispered weakly, my head throbbing like hell. I wish they would all look somewhere else. Steve came over, his face white, and walked behind me, his hands on my bare shoulders. I shivered. In a flashback I suddenly remembered what happened and I struggled out of his grasp. He lifted his hands up quickly as though they had been burned. I turned round and stared at him, trying to calm down. He knelt down so he was face to face to me.

"Sorry Soda, my bad" he whispered. I smiled at him slightly, letting him know it was ok. I sighed, rubbing my stomach tensely.

"Are you ok buddy?" Darry asked his hand on my forehead. "You're awful hot,"

I smiled at him. "I'm fine," I lied.

Right now all I wanted to do was to get up out off the sofa and as far away from everybody's eyes as possible. I wanted to take a never-ending shower. I felt so dirty, so wrong. And yet I plastered my smile on my face as though nothing was wrong. I couldn't let them know how I was feeling, couldn't let them know what I thought. I caught Pony's eye. He knew. He could tell from looking at me. I quickly looked away and went to stand up.

"I'm gonna go and take a shower," I said.

Darry pushed a hand firmly on my chest.

"No, honey I think its best you rested here."

I struggled with what to say. I couldn't. I needed to wash myself. I felt myself getting angrier and angrier as my desperation to get a shower and wipe off all the dirty soc's increased.

"GET OFF ME!" I yelled. I pushed Darry's hand off me and jumped up, wincing in pain as my stomach clenched.

Everybody stared at me in shock. Darry grabbed hold of my arm. I had forgotten how strong he was.

"No soda," he said firmly, pulling me back to the chair.

"Get off me!" I repeated, struggling .

Darry looked to the gang as if to say, 'help me!' Dally ran over as Johnny pulled a whimpering Ponyboy out of the way. Why couldn't they let me have a shower. I was so dirty, them soc's hands had been on me… they're lips… I shivered. I needed to wash myself! I struggled harder but Dally grabbed my other arm and they both forced me down on the sofa. I yelled out in pain as my stomach hurt again. I pulled ta my arms but they wouldn't move. I saw Darry motion to Steve to take his place. Good, I thought, Steve's weaker. Darry released his hand from my arm and Steve's was immediately in place. I struggled and my arm broke free. Dally sat on me. On my lower chest below my gash. He pressed my arms up above my head. I froze, memories of the night coming back to me. I went mad. I shook and yelled and screamed and fought all for I was worth. I couldn't take much more of this.

Ponyboy's POV

What had happened to Soda? He was desperate to get away. I knew he was ill, I knew he was hurt. But he was so determined to escape. I had seen Darry head t the table where the tablets were. He picked them up and headed back over. I sighed. I knew what was coming. Johnny apparently did too, because he placed a firm hand on my shoulder, ad forced me to sit in Darry's chair. He perched on the edge, his hand never leaving me.

Soda screamed again, and quick as anything, Darry slipped a few tablets into his open mouth. Caught off guard and unaware as to what they were, Soda coughed and swallowed. He instantly calmed. He couldn't move because Dally was still sat on him. He merely turned his head and gazed at him, his eyes glazing over.

"Oh Darry," he whispered.

Tears in his eyes, Darry gently stroked Soda's hair back. My stomach lurched and tears streamed down my face. Soda's eyes flickered. His handsome features softened. His eyes slowly closed and his body became motionless once more as he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Dallys POV

As soon as I felt the kids body go limp underneath me, I jumped off him. I hated what I had had to do, but by the look of Darry's face, he hated what he had done more. And Christ! Who could blame him? He forced his brother to take sleeping tablets when it was clear his brother wanted anything but that. He was crying.

"Soda I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm so sorry,"

He slipped an arm around Soda's neck and an arm under his legs and picked him up easily. Either all those months of working at the building site had worn off, or Soda was incredibly light. He picked him up and carried him into their room. We all sat there in silence, the only sound was Ponyboys various sniffs in between sobs. I could tell he was upset with Darry. Darry came back in looking terrible. He headed over to Ponyboy but Pony drew back.

"Ponyboy-"

Pony glared at him.

"He didn't want to go to sleep," he hissed.

"Pony I had too!" Darry protested.

"NO! No you didn't. You made him! You forced him to do something. And now he's out of it. He better wake up."

Darry frowned. "Of course he'll wake up, Pony don't be so stupid,"

He froze at his unsympathetic choice of words. I must admit, it did sound a bit harsh. But hell, he'd get over it.

"I hate you," he hissed and ran into his room to here Soda was. Darrys eyes widened, a look of hurt and disbelief shining out of them.

He turned to us and my eyes widened too.

"We better go," I said hastily, "Come on Johnny, Two-bit, Steve," I mumbled to them and we all walked out leaving a heartbroken Darry stood there, his tears only heard by himself.