A/N: Here's another chapter 'cause the last one was shorter. And it's a long one! :) Chapters from here on out should be much longer.

I just want to warn everyone now that this chapter is very...angering, let's say, if you're hating Darry right now, 'cause this chapter won't help any with liking him...please leave a review about your thoughts and some feedback on my writing style would be great. Sometimes I don't like my writing so...some reviews and tips would be great! See y'all at the next update which should be in two days or so. :)

Chapter 11: Tears to Soda

Two-Bit awoke the next morning, feeling truly awful and exhausted. He groaned and was glad he didn't wake up having to throw up again.

He was alone in his bed, no one at his bedside. He blinked and looked around drowsily, expecting to see Dally or Tim or even Soda.

Briefly, he wondered where they all were.

He didn't know what time it was; but light shone through his bedroom window, enlightening his whole room.

Two-Bit reckoned he was late for school, though he wasn't going anyways.

He groaned and sat up, holding his head, leaning against the back of the bed frame.

He spotted a note on his nightstand, picking it up.

Two-Bit, there's soup in the fridge from Darry; stay in bed today, okay? Tim will stop by at lunch and check up on ya. Me and Steve will stop by after work tonight to make sure you're alrite. Wishing you well,

Soda

Two-Bit frowned a little when he read it.

Setting the note down, his stomach made a noise and Two-Bit realised he was starving, very hungry.

He figured he should have some of Darry's soup.

But he didn't feel like getting up. Everything hurt, even his brain hurt.

He felt like he had been run over.

He thought of Darry again, shuddering with a frown, still not able to grasp onto what the eldest Curtis brother had actually done to him.

He could've drowned, he could've actually died.

Darry could've killed him.

Two-Bit suddenly felt queasy at the realization.

One of his closest friends had tried to kill him. Maybe not kill him but still; Darry could've drowned him.

Shakily, he got up, hugging his chest tightly, heading into the bathroom. He wasn't wearing a shirt; he figured the guys must have taken it off sometime last night.

Two-Bit shivered a little, using the bathroom and stopping in front of the sink to look into the mirror.

He tensed rigidly, staring at his reflection. "Jesus," He mumbled lowly, touching his face gently.

He couldn't remember ever looking this bad off, not even after a rumble.

He looked absolutely terrible, bruises everywhere. He looked broken. He felt broken.

Staring at his reflection, he suddenly he felt pain in his chest and a lump formed in his throat, drawing in a shaky breath.

His hands shook, his eyes going glossy, feeling tears prick at his eyes.

Two-Bit started breathing heavily, holding back a whimper, trying not to break down in tears.

Turning away, he quickly hurried out of the bathroom, hurrying to the phone, dialing and picking up the phone quickly.

He waited patiently for someone to pick up, tapping his foot, biting at a fingernail.

"Hello?"

"Soda?" Two-Bit breathed out his friend's name, his voice rushed. "Soda?"

"Two-Bit? What's wrong?"

"Soda, I-" Two-Bit stopped, suddenly not knowing what to say. "C-Can you jus' come over?"

"Uh, i'm at work now but sure I could come over….." Soda spoke softly, his voice kind.

"Y-Yeah, please Soda?" Two-Bit frowned deeply into the phone, blinking away a tear.

Soda could hear the distress in his friend's voice, nodding. "Yeah, sure Two-Bit. Be there in a few." He hung up quickly.

Two-Bit swallowed and put the phone down, his hands shaky.

Hugging his chest tightly, he went back to his room, shakily sitting on the edge of the bed.

He wiped at his eyes a little, keeping a hand at his face. He was shaking and his lip quivered a little, almost not knowing what was happening.

He couldn't deny he was crying; but he just got this sudden feeling that he wanted to talk to Soda.

Soda could talk to anyone and he wanted Soda.

Even though Two-Bit wasn't supposed to be talking to Soda…...

Soda got there much faster than Two-Bit thought he would.

He came bounding up the stairs, slowly coming into Two-Bit's room expectantly. "Two-Bit?"

Two-Bit hugged his arms tightly, looking up with a distressed look. "S-Soda….."

Soda immediately came over. "What's the matter, Two?"

Two-Bit shook, biting his lip. "I-I don't know…." He mumbled softly.

"Hey, it's okay," Soda sat beside him and wrapped an arm around tightly. "Don't cry, buddy. Is this cause you're in pain?"

"No, no, it's not that," Two-Bit started crying harder as soon as Soda wrapped an arm around him. "I-I jus'...don't know."

Two-Bit knew exactly what the problem was; but he couldn't tell Soda. He couldn't.

"Hey, it's alright," Soda rubbed his friend's arm, frowning at Two-Bit with concern. "Don't cry man. You're prolly jus' stressed from your concussion."

Two-Bit whimpered. "Oh Soda… I-I'm jus' so….so hurt right now." He cried, a hand at his eyes, keeping his gaze down.

"Tell me, Two-Bit. Why are you hurting?" Soda listened kindly, rubbing his arm.

"I-I can't tell you," Two-Bit's voice broke, his lip quivering, annoyed with himself for breaking down like this.

"Why can't you tell me?" Soda asked softly, almost in a whisper.

"I…." Two sniffled. "I'm not allowed to." He felt a few tears fall into his lap, dampening his jeans where they landed.

"Not allowed to?" Soda raised a brow. "You can tell me. We're friends, Two."

Two-Bit shook, his voice breaking, choking on a sob. "N-No Soda…..ev-everything's all screwed up right now."

"Two…..is this about the fight with Pony?" Soda whispered under his breath.

"I…...I don't know what it's about anymore," Two-Bit whimpered and pulled away from Soda, going to stand in front of the wall, looking up at pictures of him with the gang he had taped up.

Feelings of betrayal and hurt ran through his mind like a race horse, pounding at his head, stomping at his emotions.

He only felt hated right now, by everyone; he wanted to be with his friends again.

He cried as his eyes scanned the pictures, looking at pictures of him and Pony when they were younger, pictures with him and Soda and even Dallas and Darry. Group pictures even and the young Two-Bit's smile couldn't have been any wider.

A hand on his face at his mouth as he cried, Two-Bit suddenly felt lost. He didn't know where he belonged anymore.

With all the emotions messing with his head, he didn't know quite what to think anymore.

He loved all his friends, but he couldn't be with them anymore. And they certainly weren't hanging out with him; hell they didn't even rescue him when he got jumped by the Socs. And Dally had left him, purposely left him.

Two-Bit began to wonder who his real friends even were anymore.

"Two-Bit?" He suddenly heard Soda, who was watching worriedly. "What's wrong?"

Two-Bit then remembered Darry, who said Soda was only pitying him, that he didn't care.

"He only feels sorry for you, he doesn't actually wanna hang out with you! Neither does Pony! Or the rest of the gang! They don't care about you!"

Two-Bit's emotional pain increased, his stomach tightening, his eyes flickering with betrayal.

"Maybe you should go, Soda….." He said in a hushed voice.

"Go?" Soda blinked. "But Two, you're cryin', you wanted to-"

"Jus' go," Two-Bit choked on a sob, hiding his face, not wanting to look at Soda any longer. "Whatta you care anyways." He managed to huff.

Soda frowned deeply at this. "Two-Bit….." He whispered, almost hurt. He wanted to help his friend.

"Jus' beat it, Soda." Two-Bit whimpered, tears running down his face. "Jus go…." He whispered.

He was undeniably cross, angered at his friends, hurt by how they were treating him. He was hurt by Darry, emotionally and physically, Dally left him behind to be jumped, Pony was mad at him, Soda didn't care, Steve never showed up…

Two-Bit hadn't done anything wrong; now he was angry with them.

A confused and hurt Soda watched his friend, eyes wide, swallowing hard, slowly starting for the door. He wanted to say something else to try and comfort his poor friend but Two-Bit clearly didn't want to have it.

Two-Bit turned when he heard the door close, almost startled.

Soda was gone.

He blinked, suddenly flabbergasted. Soda had left him, just left. And he, he was the one who pushed his own friend away.

Two-Bit began to cry harder, realising his mistake of pushing away the one chance to actually be with one of his buddies.

His legs suddenly going wobbly, he stepped back shakily, bumping into his bed, sliding unsteadily down the bedframe to the floor, letting out a sob, hugging his knees to his chest, sobbing loudly into his hands.

For the first time in his entire life, Two-Bit was unhappy. He was miserable.

And he had no clue what to do about it.

Two-Bit cried for a long time, remaining on the floor, before he finally found the will to stop crying and go downstairs for some food, his stomach hurting with hunger.

Heating up Darry's soup, which he didn't even really want considering it was from Darry himself, he frowned at it, slowly trudging back upstairs.

He ate miserably, frowning deeply, his eyes puffy and sore, taking slow sips.

He watched Mickey Mouse, but very half-heartedly.

His mind was in a haze, not able to think clearly, everything just…..hurting.

At one point Two-Bit even started swearing at Mickey, angered at the sight of seeing the mouse with all of his friends and being happy. He didn't start crying though, which he was glad about.

But after Mickey, he made the real big mistake of grabbing his photo album.

He didn't even know why he wanted to look at it; he thought it might be loneliness but not even he knew.

Not even three pages in and he was already sobbing again.

Seeing all the pictures of him with the gang broke his heart and he wiped at his eyes with balled fists, hating to cry.

The phone rang while he was crying, but he didn't answer it, refusing to.

Two-Bit figured it was one of the gang, but he refused to speak to any one of them.

They weren't his friends anymores, no one was.

Two-Bit cried as he kept flipping through the pages, picture after picture bringing only more and more tears.

Why couldn't he go to the arcade with Pony anymore, or get all muddy with dirt with Soda and Steve or even play football with Darry again?

Why couldn't he?

Because everyone hates him?

He was starting to think so…..

Is this what it's like to be sad, He suddenly wondered.

He had never been sad before.

Never actually sad.

Whatever this was, he felt awful. He hated it.

He wanted this to be over.

Once again, Two-Bit cussed out Darry in his head. This was all his f****** fault.

If he hadn't started all this, everything would be fine. He'd have his friends again.

But now, he didn't have any friends.

Eventually, Two-Bit had to close the album; he couldn't look at any more pictures.

He tossed the book aside gently on his bed, upsettingly crying into his hands.

Two-Bit had never cried this much before in his life; he was hating every second of this.

He had no idea what to do. Two-Bit had never felt so helpless before in all his life.

And he had no one around to even help him.

The rest of Two-Bit's day was pure awful; he was miserable the whole afternoon. He didn't eat anything else other than Darry's soup. He just didn't feel like eating.

Though, recently, he didn't quite know what he was feeling.

Everything was just all mixed up.

The phone had rang a second time, but Two-Bit still didn't answer. He could care less about the gang right now.

That evening, there was a knock at the door and Two-Bit did not want to answer it for the life of him.

But, thinking it was going to be Soda, he did, hoping he could fix his mistake of pushing his friend away by talking to him.

Problem was though, it wasn't Soda.

It was Darry.

Two-Bit immediately paled. Darry was the last person he wanted to see. Why was he even here?

Two-Bit started to close the door in a hurry but Darry stopped the door with an arm forcefully, giving Two a mean glare.

Two-Bit gulped and cowered a little, not wanting to get his head beaten in again.

"What do you want, Darry?" He peeped, speaking first.

Darry glared with hate, scowling. "Why the hell was Soda over here earlier?" He barked.

Two-Bit cowered, flinching. "Why don't you ask him?" He murmured, afraid.

"Bullsh**!" Darry shouted, a vein popping on his forehead. "You called him over, didn't you?!"

"Uhhh…." Two-Bit stepped back, scared.

"Answer me!" Darry ordered.

Two-Bit was very frightened of Darry, not wanting him to hurt him again, remembering how Darry had almost drowned him.

He couldn't answer the eldest Curtis brother; he instead looked at the floor, shaking and trying not to cry.

Darry glared, growling at the Greaser's silence, wanting to strangle him.

When Two-Bit still didn't look up or say anything, Darry's eyebrows furrowed even more, frustrated.

"Come on, let's go to your room." He huffed, stepping inside.

"What?" Two-Bit looked up, eyes widening.

"Let's go to your room." Darry repeated, grabbing ahold of Two's shoulder, pulling him to the stairs.

Two-Bit gaped, frightened, unknowingly going with him, his gray eyes wide with fear.

He wanted to ask why, but no words came out of his open mouth, too afraid. His heart was racing with fear, not knowing what Darry was planning.

He feared Darry would hurt him again.

When they got to his room, Darry gave him a gentle push inside. "Go on now….."

Two-Bit stepped in and eyed Darry with a narrow eye, tense with anticipation.

Darry stepped in himself, eyeing Two-Bit, closing the door behind him.

Two-Bit's worry was rapidly growing; what the hell was Darry doing?

"Darry….." He started, unsure.

Darry just eyed Two-Bit calmly, his expression dark. "Well," He started. "If you can't stop seeing my brothers, i'll just have to keep you from seeing them….."

"What?" Two-Bit frowned, getting scared now, trying not to shake.

Darry started to walk towards him, tensing up. "I said, if you can't stop yourself from seeing them, then I can stop you from seeing them."

Darry grabbed Two-Bit, freaking him out, making him squirm.

"H-Hey! Darry!" He growled and tried to pull away, jerking.

Darry was stronger than him though, Two-Bit still weak, and Darry easily kept his grip on him, pushing Two-Bit down to the floor, sitting him up against the end of his bedframe, grabbing Two's arms.

Two-Bit was freaking out and squirming, pulling and trying to get free, scared. "Darry! What are you doing?!"

Darry huffed and held onto Two-Bit's arms tightly, pulling and holding them against the pole at the bedframe, holding Two's arms there with a hand, grabbing duct tape hurriedly from his back pocket.

Two-Bit whimpered and was pulling, frightened of what was going on. "D-Darry!"

Darry got the duct tape out and hurriedly started wrapping the tape around Two's wrists, taping his wrists tightly to the pole.

At the touch of the tape, Two-Bit flinched and began to pull at his wrists, trying not to cry. "Darry! St-stop!"

Darry kept wrapping the tape around Two's wrists over and over until he was certain Two-Bit wouldn't be able to pull free, the tape wrapped very tightly.

Glaring, he got off of Two's bed and came around to be in front of the Greaser, who pulled frantically, not able to get his arms free.

Wide-eyed and in a panic, Two-Bit whimpered as he struggled, teary-eyed. "D-Darry!"

Darry glared down at him angrily, squatting down in front of him. "Exactly what I said, I'll just have to keep you from seeing them." He said darkly. "And this is how I'm gonna keep you from seeing them."

Two-Bit whimpered, pulling at his wrists uselessly. "B-By tying me up?!"

"I'll do whatever it takes, Two-Bit." Darry huffed, scowling, standing up.

"Darry, you-you can't leave me like this!" Two-Bit whimpered.

"Oh I'm not leaving," Darry stated. "And neither are you."

"H-How can you do this to me, Darry?" Two-Bit shook, pulling at his wrists in a struggle.

"Me? How can I do this to you?" Darry asked incredulously. "How could you do what you did to my brothers!" He growled.

"D-Darry, I-"

"Don't even try explaining yourself," Darry snapped with anger. "I don't want your d*** excuses. You're a disgrace."

Two-Bit flinched, frightened and scared, pulling weakly at his wrists. "You-You nearly killed me the other day. You just left me, Darry. How?"

Darry growled, his lips curling in anger. "What did I tell you? I don't care about you, no one does! And you had better stop f****** calling my brother over here or I swear-" His voice trailed off with anger, pacing a little.

Two-Bit watched Darry in fear, eyes big, shaking, pulling at his taped wrists, attempting to get free. "D-Darry, h-how can you do this to me?"

He remembered how much he had cried earlier that day and even the past few days, thinking of the loneliness he had been feeling, trembling.

He was so confused, and emotionally unstable, everything all mixed up.

Darry glared and didn't answer Two-Bit's question, scowling. He squatted down in front of the Greaser again, glaring eyes dark.

"Did you tell Soda about me?"

"What?" Two-Bit frowned, continuing to pull at the tape.

"Did you tell Soda about me?" Darry repeated, more forcefully.

"N-No," Two-Bit swallowed hard, his back up against the bedframe, looking up at Darry with fear, struggling uselessly. "I-I didn't."

"Good. And don't you dare tell him neithers. Or Pony or Dallas or Steve or anyone."

"Y-Yes Darry….." Two-Bit peeped, looking away, hanging his head down.

"You are such an idiot, you know that," Darry growled, grabbing Two-Bit's hair, pulling his head up so he was forced to look at him.

Two-Bit flinched and a whimper escaped his lips, trembling. "What?"

Darry was shaking his head at Two in anger. "You are such an idiot," He repeated. "Can't believe we were ever friends." He sneered with hate. He let go of Two-Bit's hair and stood, giving Two-Bit a mean look.

Two-Bit gaped up at Darry with fear, a lump in his throat, continually trying to pull weakly at his wrists, not answering.

"S-So so this is it? This is what it's come to?" Two-Bit whimpered softly, completely hurt.

Darry glared and gave a nod, coming around to get behind Two. "No thanks to you," He growled, fishing a hand into his pocket.

Two-Bit frowned deeply and tried to scoot away, trembling, still stuck in place thanks to the tape. "D-Darry,"

Darry pulled out a rag from his pocket, grabbing the ends and reaching towards Two's face. "Open. Come on,"

Two-Bit gulped and quickly shook his head no with big eyes, trying to pull away. "N-No Darry, no….."

Darry ignored him and glared, forcing the rag into Two's mouth, tying the ends tightly behind his head.

Two-Bit whimpered as he bit down, trying to pull his head away, attempting to spit it out immediately.

Darry tied the knots tightly behind Two's head and glared, coming back in front of him, using his thumbs to stuff more of the gag between Two's teeth.

Two-Bit flinched and whimpered, letting out a muffled sob, tugging weakly at his wrists, nearly in tears as he watched Darry in front of him, who glared down at him.

"Mmm mmm?" He muffled out, sniffling.

Darry glared and crossed his arms over his chest, remaining calm. "This is how it has to be. You kept here and you kept quiet." He sneered down at him, eyes narrowed. "Just remember, you did this."

Darry turned and started walking out, not looking back.

In shock, Two-Bit whimpered, still pulling and tugging uselessly, biting tightly on the rag. "Mmm mmm?!" He yelled after Darry, not wanting him to leave him like this.

He heard the door slam as Darry walked out and he flinched, eyes flickering with tears, completely betrayed.

Whimpering, he struggled more, pulling and twisting his body to try and pull free.

"Mmmm mmmm…..mmmm…."

Two-Bit couldn't pull his arms free and he was weak from his concussion, using most of his energy to try and get free.

He whimpered and pulled desperately, frowning deeply, trying to spit the rag out of his mouth, pushing at it with his tongue.

He whimpered aloud, tears pricking at his eyes, wanting to cry as he kept uselessly struggling.

How could Darry do this to him?

At the thought of Darry, Two-Bit suddenly remembered Soda and his eyes widened, trying to look behind him at the phone.

He scooted his body around the corner of the bedframe, using his legs, trying to reach out with them, tugging at the tape around his wrists as much as he could but he was weak.

He clearly couldn't reach the phone, certainly not with his legs, and he whimpered aloud, reaching his right leg out, wanting to call Soda for help.

"Mmmm mmmm!" He whimpered through his gag, his teeth biting down tightly, prying at the rag with his tongue, trying to get it out.

Sniffling, it was clear he couldn't reach the phone and Two-Bit continued to whimper, desperately wanting to call Soda, reaching his leg out to his nightstand uselessly.

Pulling at the tape continuously, he didn't stop struggling, wanting to be free, trying to get his gag out uselessly.

It felt like he was struggling for hours and he didn't stop struggling and whimpering, reaching his leg out with a deep frown, not taking his eyes off the phone.

All of a sudden Darry was at his side, grabbing Two's outstretched leg, glaring down at Two-Bit, who whimpered at the touch, letting out a soft moan, very tired, leaning his head back.

Not saying anything, Darry, continuing to glare, bringing Two's leg back around, getting out the duct tape again.

Looking at Darry with teary eyes, Two-Bit whimpered softly, trying to show Darry how tired he was, moaning softly as he weakly tugged at his wrists.

Darry ignored him, beginning to tape Two's ankles together tightly, eyes narrowed.

Two-Bit sniffled, watching, trying to talk, his voice muffled.

"Mmmm mmmm mmmm…." He whimpered.

Darry was finished taping Two's ankles and he glared, staring at Two-Bit for a minute.

Two-Bit swallowed, hoping Darry was going to untie him, getting hopeful.

Darry's eyes flickered and he suddenly scowled, reaching for Two's face, stuffing more of the rag back into Two's mouth.

Two let out a muffled cry, biting down tightly, forced to, closing his eyes tightly, trying not to cry.

Darry watched Two-Bit closely with narrowed eyes, huffing, grabbing another rag from his pocket.

Two-Bit flinched and whimpered when Darry suddenly blindfolded him, panicking when he could no longer see.

"Mmmmm mmmm?! Mmmm!"

Darry ignored him, tying the cloth tightly behind Two's head, yanking the knot tight.

When Two-Bit kept whimpering, Darry growled at him.

"Shut up, Two-Bit," He huffed, his voice a mean growl.

Two-Bit flinched at the growl and quieted down, whimpering lowly, sniffling.

He felt very low and helpless, continuing to pull weakly at the duct tape.

He had very little energy left at this point and he felt so separated from not only the gang but from life itself.

What was wrong with him?

Why did he have to be tied up like this?

Cause everyone hates him?

Two-Bit whimpered, wanting to see, the blindfold arising his fear even more.

Darry glared at Two-Bit, eyeing him with a scowl, going over to the door, opening it to leave.

But he didn't leave.

Instead he walked in place to trick Two-Bit into thinking he was leaving, quieting his steps, closing the door afterwards.

Two-Bit stiffened, thinking Darry had left, sniffling loudly, letting out a whimper.

Quietly, Darry sat down in a chair by the door, watching Two-Bit for a minute.

Two-Bit started to cry, whimpering softly, hanging his head, tears running down his face.

He was completely heartbroken and alone, with no friends anymore and he couldn't be more saddened.

Darry was surprised to see Two-Bit crying. He watched, keeping quiet, lips pursed, thinking.

He didn't feel sorry for Two-Bit, not at all, but seeing him crying was another thing.

Two-Bit continued to cry, tears falling down his cheeks, biting down tightly on his gag, hating it.

Well he hated all of this right now, obviously.

He couldn't stop thinking about all that Darry had done to him, how much he had broke him.

He wanted Soda and Pony and all of his friends, lonesome and feeling awful, wanting them to help him get free.

He whimpered as he cried, completely heartbroken.

Even he was starting to hate himself.

Darry watched Two-Bit cry closely, eyes narrowed.

He could see the boy's teeth biting down on the rag he had shoved into his mouth and Two-Bit almost seemed to be lightly chewing on it unconsciously.

He watched as Two-Bit's tears ran down his cheeks, listening to the boy's sniffles.

He shook his head a little, huffing to himself, hating the boy. He deserved this, after all.

Darry didn't feel sorry one bit.

He looked up at all the pictures of Two-Bit with the gang on the wall, scowling a little.

How was he ever friends with this boy? How did he ever let his brothers be friends with him?

He eyed a picture of a six year old Two-Bit with a two year old Pony, both smiling widely, making Darry scowl with hate.

There were other pictures of Two-Bit with Darry and his brothers, Darry scowling in disapproval.

Two-Bit's sniffles filled the room but Darry ignored him, eyeing Two-Bit's photo album nearby, picking it up to look through it.

He once again scowled at all the pictures, hating seeing Two-Bit in every single one of them.

Two-Bit, meanwhile, continued to cry, tears running down his face as he weakly pulled at the duct tape around his wrists, chewing lightly on his gag unconsciously, trying to spit it out, whimpering when he couldn't.

Where was Soda when he needed him?

Oh, right, he had pushed Soda away, which he very much regretted.

Two-Bit was regretting a lot of things right now and he whimpered out loudly, wanting to be free.

He was very tired and every now and then he'd let out a soft moan, leaning his head back, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

He wished he could see.

He tried to stop crying but couldn't, sniffling, prying at the rag in his mouth with his tongue, managing to spit some of it out.

Darry was watching and scowled, shaking his head as he got up and came over.

Two-Bit flinched and whimpered when he felt Darry suddenly pushing the rag back between his teeth.

"Leave it in, Two-Bit." He heard Darry growl, biting down as Darry roughly stuffed the rag back in his mouth, making him whimper loudly.

"Mmmm mmm mmm!"

Darry glared angrily, slapping Two-Bit in the face. "Shut up, Two-Bit." He huffed.

Two-Bit yelped and started crying again when he heard Darry walking away, frowning deeply, miserable.

Darry sat back down in the chair by the door, watching Two with narrowed eyes, listening to the boy's crying.

What a crybaby…..He huffed to himself, shaking his head.

He remained in his chair, watching Two-Bit cry and struggle weakly against the tape, a brow raised.

He eyed the boy's teeth biting down tightly on the rag, Two-Bit chewing down on it now and then in an attempt to spit it out, muffling out whimpers as he cried.

Darry shook his head, not feeling sorry for what he did to Two-Bit at all.

After maybe an hour, which to Two-Bit really felt like several hours, he heard Darry's footsteps approach him and then his blindfold was suddenly removed.

Two-Bit flinched and squinted from the light, cowering at Darry's face hovering above him.

"Mmmm mm mmm…." His gag was still in.

Darry stood tall, glaring down at Two-Bit with mean eyes, crossing his arms.

"Now you listen here and you listen closely," He started, voice low. "If I hear you hanging around one of my brothers again, this is exactly what will happen again, do you understand me?" He growled.

Two-Bit trembled, biting down tightly on the rag. "Mmmhmm." He nodded shakily, eyes big with fear.

"And don't be surprised if I'm more harsh next time. But there won't be a next time, will there?" Darry peered down at Two-Bit, getting close to his face, glaring crossly.

Flinching, Two whimpered lowly, hurriedly shaking his head no, not wanting to be tied up again, afraid.

Darry snorted with a sneer, standing up straight. "Good. Then I shouldn't have to be seeing you again anytime soon. And not one word, not one word of this to the gang, Two-Bit or I will bust your head in, we clear?"

Sniffling, Two-Bit nodded, flinching from Darry's loud, booming voice.

Huffing, Darry nodded with furrowed eyebrows and bent down, taking Two's gag out.

Two-Bit whimpered lowly and moved his jaw around, his teeth and jaw sore.

He kept quiet, gaping as he watched Darry stand up and start untaping his wrists, holding his breath expectantly.

Darry untaped Two's wrists and then his ankles, not saying anything else, the same mean expression on his face.

Two-Bit was grateful to be finally free and he held his sore wrists gingerly, moving his legs around to stretch them out.

He flinched when he heard the door slam, looking up to see Darry was gone.

He sat there a minute, eyeing the closed door, not sure what to do now, still in shock over what had just happened to him.

Eventually, he got up, his head and heart feeling numb and he made his way downstairs to the icebox.

Two-Bit grabbed an armful of beers and then went back upstairs, taking in a deep breath.

He needed to drown away all the pain, so he drank the night away…..