A/N: I realize I forgot to mention this last chapter but even though Dermot Mulroney mainly only plays the cello (though i'm sort of certain he can play violin too) I chose violin as his instrument for this story for the convenience

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Chapter 20: Mistake

Two-Bit woke up, groaning, his head smarting with pain. Realizing he was awake, he suddenly shot up with a gasp, looking around.

He was lying in his bed, in his apartment and it was quiet. He was alone.

Suddenly breathing heavily, Two blinked with wide eyes, bringing a hand to his head in pain, letting out a loud groan.

Jesus he was hungover.

What had happened last night?

He didn't remember getting drunk.

Two shook his head, trying to remember what had even happened yesterday.

He remembered running away from home, he certainly couldn't forget that.

Then what?

Oh, he remembered arriving in Broken Arrow.

Then he….he met some boys….

Oh god.

Two-Bit remembered, sucking in a shaky breath.

Oh god, how many beers was he forced to drink?

He could only remember Riff giving him beer after beer, without stopping, forcing him to drink until he completely passed out.

Two-Bit shuddered, horrified as he remembered the events of last night.

Oh no, what about Christian?

Two-Bit almost lept out of bed, wanting to check on the boy, stopping when his head spun with dizziness, sitting back down.

What if they had killed him?

What if Christian was seriously injured and lying somewhere dying?

Two-Bit had to check on him. He wanted to make sure he was okay.

Swallowing hard, Two-Bit started to get up, blinking when he saw his blade on his nightstand, standing up straighter.

Hadn't Matt stolen his knife?

Two-Bit shook his head; he could care less about that right now, he was just glad to have it back, picking it up and putting it in his pocket where it belonged.

He spotted some sticker letters on his dresser with a little note that said, "Here's for your door….."

Two-Bit blinked and sucked in a breath, choosing to ignore it, just wanting to get out of there and fast.

He grabbed some new clothes and threw them on, trembling with anticipation, ripping out of there when he was dressed.

Wide-eyed he looked at the doors, scanning for Christian's.

He spotted the door and the name, tensing. It was closed, shut. Two-Bit stared at it, staring at the letters.

What would he do if he went in? What would he say? What if Christian wasn't there?

What if Christian was in there, dead?

Two-Bit couldn't do this, he was too intimidated. Shakingly, he backed up, taking off, just wanting to get away.

He hurriedly ran downstairs and out of the building, wide-eyed, swallowing hard.

He looked around him, beginning to speed-walk as he wandered around, trying to quit shaking, glad to be outta there.

What was he going to do?

These boys were…...were awful!

He can't stay with them.

The gang was way better than these guys. They at least didn't beat you up and terrorize you for no reason.

But yet they had hurt Two-Bit emotionally.

But he can't go back. No way!

He had ran away from the gang, he didn't want to go back. He couldn't go back.

But what was he supposed to do now?

Once again he was totally confused, unsure of what to do about his friends situation yet again.

"Hey Two-Bit," Two-Bit heard a voice, startled, turning to see who it was.

It was Christian.

Two's eyes widened, quickly looking him over.

He didn't look too bad off; the one side of his face looked a little red but he seemed pretty much fine now.

Two's eyes wandered to his arms, looking at the small burn circles from the cigarettes, mentally cringing.

Two-Bit swallowed, looking at him with a soft frown, almost unsure of what to say.

"H-Hey Christian. You-you okay man?"

Christian shrugged, running a hand through his hair, it floppy and brushed back. "I'm okay. Ain't nothin' I ain't used to."

"You mean, that kinda stuff happens all the time?" Two-Bit swallowed.

"Yeah." Christian admitted, looking down at his feet. "It's okay though."

"No, no it's not okay," Two almost growled, tensing. "They can't treat you like that!"

Christian shrugged again, frowning. "Well they do anyways."

"And that Riff guy, is he crazy? What is with him?" Two growled lowly, eyes stormy.

Christian looked almost uncomfortable, shuffling on his feet. "I-I dunno…..do you uh, wanna go to the arcade man?"

Two-Bit swallowed a little, glancing around. "S-sure. Lead me there."

Christian nodded and started walking. "You okay?" He asked after a minute.

"Y-Yeah." Two-Bit huffed, fingers hooked in his pockets. "I'm okay."

"I'm real sorry about that. They always get like that when a new guy comes in." Christian frowned softly.

"How often you get new guys?"

"Pretty much every time a new guy comes into town. Riff keeps a pretty strict eye out. But they learn to leave pretty quick."

"Really?" Two-Bit looked at him.

"Yeah. But uh, Riff don't take too fondly to that. He'll track 'em down and uh…teach 'em a lesson." Christian licked his lips, blue eyes soft.

"A lesson? I can jus' about imagine what kind of lesson that is." Two-Bit swallowed.

Christian gave a nod. "I'd tell you to run away now while you still can but I wouldn't want Riff to get you killed or nothin'…..sorry."

"So, I'm like…..stuck here?" Two-Bit blinked.

"Pretty much."

"Bullsh**." Two growled.

Christian watched him with wide eyes. "You wanna get you're a** skinned?"

"Well," Two-Bit huffed with a narrow look. "I have the right to make my own decisions. He can't decide for me."

"Try telling that to him….." Christian snorted. "Don't actually though, or ya know, he'll kill you."

Two sneered and shook his head. "Well after last night, I've had enough of that guy. That was not fun."

Christian nodded slowly as they walked into the arcade. "Yeah…well uh, get used to it, brother."

Two-Bit walked in and looked around, lips pursed. "Well…..we'll see what happens."

Christian shrugged and nudged Two's arm a little, motioning for him to come over to start playing arcade games.

Two-Bit frowned softly as they started playing and having fun. He hadn't been to the arcade since he and Ponyboy went last.

Two-Bit almost sighed. Ponyboy.

He missed him.

He was having a pretty good time with Christian though, playing arcade games and all.

It did feel good to have some fun.

Two-Bit grinned as he walked over towards another game, pointing. "Hey, wanna play after these guys?"

Christian's eyes widened, stopping Two. "No stop!" He pulled him back. "Those guys are Waves! Our enemies, remember?"

Two-Bit stopped and tensed, thinking of the Socs. "Oh…..sorry…." He frowned and slowly stepped back, swallowing.

"Always stay away from the Waves, man," Christian huffed, leading Two-Bit away. "They only wear blue clothing, man."

"Only blue?"

"Yeah, for the Waves." Christian huffed. "F****** b*******." He cussed. "We all hate them man. They're awful."

"I-I can believe it." Two-Bit nodded, walking with him over to a different game. "Our gang rivals back home are horrible. My friend actually killed one of 'em. It was an accident though." He frowned, remembering Johnny.

"Killed him?" Christian blinked. "Gee…..that ain't good. Let's not do that here though….."

"Oh no. That won't happen. The only one I wanna kill right now is that blasted Riff."

Christian gave a sort of nervous laugh. "Heh heh…..yeah…..I feel ya."

After the arcade, Christian and Two-Bit went to get some lunch, the boys going to Dairy Queen.

Two-Bit was glad when Christian even bought him some food, grateful.

"I can pay ya back ya know…" He offered softly.

"Oh no, it's okay," Christian just grinned with a shrug, eyes glimmering. "Don't worry about it. I don't want ya to have to worry about getting some money just to pay me back."

"Oh. thanks." Two smiled softly, taking his food, glad to be with Christian, starting to like him.

They sat beside each other, eating.

"If Riff lets the boys do that to you again, imma stop them," Two-Bit growled lowly with a huff.

Christian licked his lips a little, looking at him. "You can't do that."

"No, I will. They ain't gonna get away with all that again." Two huffed, eating small bites.

"Two-Bit, listen to me. It ain't a good idea, you'll get-"

"And can I ask?" Two interrupted. "What is the deal between Riff and Dermot?"

Christian was quiet a minute, chewing. "You really wanna know? For real?"

"Y-Yeah," Two-Bit nodded, listening.

Christian let out a low sigh, looking hesitant. "Okay. Well you can't tell anyone that I told you. I ain't supposed to tell."

Two-Bit gave a nod. "I-I won't tell. I swear."

"Okay. Well, Riff forced Dermot to become his slave. He doesn't let Dermot do anything no mores. He always makes him stay right at his side."

Two-Bit's mouth was open into a little 'o'. "Jesus. Is that why Dermot doesn't have his own room like us?"

"Uh huh." Christian nodded, eyes soft. "He had one. But then Riff took it away from him when he decided to make him his slave."

"S-So, that's what the collar is for?" Two-Bit swallowed hard.

"Yeah."

"And the violin playing?"

"Riff forces him to play every day at supper time. He doesn't let Dermot sit with us either, he makes him wait until we're all done before he lets him eat."

"G-Golly." Two-Bit was tense, swallowing.

"That ain't even the worst of it. Riff makes Dermot wear that collar all the time and he makes him do sh**-a** stuff for him all time, he's such a jerk to him. And every evening, after supper, Riff ties him up and gags him and forces him to just sit there. Riff even ties him up in front of us and humiliates him. It's awful."

Two-Bit's eyes were wide, frowning deeply. "That's terrible. And Dermot's so nice."

Christian nodded. "It's been goin' on for months. Wait until you see it for yourself."

"And why do y'all let Riff get away with this?" Two frowned, eyebrows furrowing.

"Trus' me, if you bring it up to Riff, he just gets angry and blows up on everyone. No one ever brings it up to him, so don't you go bringing it up to him either." Christian nodded to him.

"Well maybe I should," Two huffed, eyebrows furrowed. "Everythin's that's been goin' on since I got here, it jus' ain't right, it ain't right. Imma say somethin'."

"No, Two-Bit," Christian insisted. "You don't wanna mess with Riff man. Trus' me."

Two-Bit was silent a minute, processing his thoughts. "Well, i'm the new guy aren't I? What's he gonna do to me?"

"Break you, that's what. You think Dermot likes being a slave? No. He ain't able to stand up for himself no mores. Riff broke him, man. And I don't think you wanna be broken eithers."

"I'm already broken," Two-Bit said quietly with a frown. "My friends already broke me."

Christian eyed him a moment with soft eyes. "Not like this man. I mean broke as in broken bones."

"Who cares?" Two snorted lowly, eating his burger.

Christian frowned a little. "Look don't say nothin' 'bout what I told you, okay? 'Specially not to Dermot and 'specially not to Riff."

"We'll see, alright…..?" Two-Bit just huffed, looking away.

"Hi guys," They heard a voice, their heads turning, looking up to see Dermot, who walked up with a grin.

Two-Bit eyed his collar with soft eyes, thinking about what Christian had said.

"What y'all doin'?" Dermot sat beside them.

"Eatin'," Christian said, chewing his cheeseburger. "Riff let you go out man?"

"For now, anyways," Dermot sighed lowly. "Hi Two-Bit." He smiled at him, giving a small wave as a greeting.

"H-Hi." Two said softly, looking away. He figured he shouldn't just blurt out his thoughts about what Christian had just told him.

"You doin' okay, Two? After last night?" Dermot frowned softly.

"Y-Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine." Two licked his lips softly.

Christian was eating his burger, turning to Dermot. "What you up to man?"

"I was just looking for you two. Wanna head to the roller rink when you're finished here?"

"Oh sure. Two-Bit?" Christian nodded, looking at Two.

"Oh. I-I dunno." Two-Bit frowned softly.

"Why not?" Dermot frowned a little.

"I-I jus' dunno…...I haven't really been hanging out with other people lately…." Two shrugged, looking away.

"Oh, I see. Your friends." Dermot nodded. "Well it's okay though, I mean, we're your friends now. Right?"

Two-Bit glanced at him, unsure of how to answer at first. "Well…...I guess."

"Hey, if it makes ya feel better, you can talk about it."

"No no, I don't wanna talk about it."

"Why not?" Christian looked at him.

"Because. They hurt me, they were mean to me, they broke me." Two-Bit huffed. "Why should I talk about them?"

"Riff said you told him you don't wanna go back. That true?" Dermot asked softly.

"Of course it's true, what do you expect?" Two-Bit sneered a little.

"Hey, it's okay…..we ain't here to bring you down."

"Look, how 'bout we just talk about something other than me?" Two-Bit huffed softly, eyes going narrow. "Okay?" He stood up and paced a little, running a hand through his hair.

Christian and Dermot frowned softly and glanced at each other. "Two-Bit….. Uh… nevermind." Dermot swallowed, not knowing what to say.

"You gonna finish your food?" Christian asked Two and Dermot shot him a look.

"No. Go ahead." Two-Bit huffed.

Christian shrugged and took Two's food, eating it gratefully, Dermot eating a few bites too.

"You can still come to the roller rink with us."

"I guess." Two-Bit eventually shrugged half-heartedly.

"It'll be fun, I swear," Christian tried to encourage, grinning softly. "I'll be there, after all." He chuckled.

Dermot gave him a dry look, rolling his eyes. "It will be fun though, Two. We promise."

"Sure." Two-Bit drawled.

All he was thinking about right now was the last time he had been at the roller rink, with Ponyboy. All the fun they had had.

The thought was hurting him emotionally, bringing down his self-esteem again.

He wasn't sure he wanted to go with the boys; he didn't wanna get all upset even more.

He wasn't even sure he'd have a good time with them.

But what else did he have to do? Nothing. He might as well go with them, whether he enjoys himself or not.

He walked with the boys on the way to the roller rink after they finished Dairy Queen, sighing a little.

"You know Two-Bit, we're not that bad." Dermot started.

Two-Bit frowned softly, sighing, looking down at the ground. "I-I know…." He admitted. "I jus' ain't used to tryin' to make new friends. After the gang, I-"

"Two-Bit, we get it," Dermot frowned. "You're still upset. Your friends really hurt you. But we're here to help you now."

"Well thanks but-"

"Yeah, me and the Dermo-Man here are great pals. Right Der-meister?" Christian laughed softly.

Dermot shrugged, glancing at him. "Not if i'm the Der-meister and you're the Christmas man." He huffed. Christian gave him a look.

"Well thanks guys but I dunno how you can help me, I'm….i'm not myself anymore. Not after what the guys did to me." Two-Bit said with a frown.

"That's okay. We can still help." Christian said with a nod, nodding with Dermot.

"Yeah. We're here for you man. We ain't like your other friends that hurt you."

Two-Bit managed to smile just a little. "W-Well thanks. Thanks for the effort anyways."

"Effort? No no no. Not just effort. We're your real friends now, man." Christian huffed with a smile.

"So…..you mean, you guys actually like me and wanna hang out with me?" Two asked lowly.

"Well sure! Liked ya from the start when ya first got here." Christian huffed with a wide grin.

Two-Bit perked up just a little as they walked up to the roller rink. "Th-Thanks guys. Thanks. Maybe you are my real friends now…"

Two-Bit went to the roller rink with his new friends and actually had a lot of fun. Christian was laughing a lot and was real fun, a cool ol' guy. Dermot was fun too but Two-Bit liked him because he was really nice and supportive.

Two-Bit roller-skated with them, smiling and laughing softly, glad to be out with some friends again.

He did think of the gang but only a few times and he wasn't horribly miserable.

"Have fun, Two-Bit?" Dermot asked him as they walked out, grinning.

"Surprisingly, yeah." Two-Bit admitted, grinning. "Th-Thank you for inviting me."

"Of course. You're one of us now." Christian grinned, playing with the chain of his necklace that had a cross on it.

"Yeah, we're gonna have lots of fun together from now on, buddy." Dermot grinned.

Two-Bit's smile suddenly fell. "Y-Yeah. Fun."

"What's wrong?"

Two-Bit sighed. "I-I just can't stop thinking about my friends." He frowned deeply.

Christian glanced at Dermot.

"Two….you know you can talk to us about them, right? We'll listen." Dermot said softly, brown eyes soft.

"I-I dunno if I can. You guys just don't understand….." Two-Bit almost whimpered, shaking his head.

He stopped walking, as did the boys, and swallowing hard, he slowly grabbed his sleeve, pulling it up, revealing his cuts, showing them.

Christian and Dermot gasped, tensing. "Two-Bit!"

"Two-Bit, no…"

Two-Bit frowned deeply and almost started crying at their reactions. "I-I had to. I had to." He whimpered softly.

Dermot frowned, putting a hand gently on Two's shoulder. "Two…..do they know?" He said softly.

"No they don't know!" Two huffed, turning away. "Why the hell would I have shown them?! They don't care."

"I think they'd care if they saw that," Dermot stated calmly.

Two-Bit looked at him, eyes watery. "What do you know? You don't know my friends. They don't like me."

Dermot looked at Two-Bit with a calm expression, eyes sincere. "Well. If you showed them and they didn't care, then you know for sure. But you don't know until they really see you hurt and vulnerable."

"Well, well, th-that's a stupid thing to say." Two-Bit sneered softly, looking away.

"Just trust me." Dermot frowned softly. "I'm sure deep down, they care."

Two-Bit didn't answer and just kept walking, wanting to get home to his room, eyebrows furrowed.

Like his friends really cared, hmmph.

No way. None of them. Not Darry or Pony or Soda or any of them.

Dermot and Christian walked home with Two-Bit, going with him to his room, Two-Bit walking in first.

His eyes widened when he heard laughter, looking over to see Rami, Judd and Jay over by his dresser, looking through Two's photo album, laughing.

"H-Hey!" Two-Bit shouted, immediately tensing with anger, hurrying over. "Get out! Get away!"

The boys gasped a little and looked up, dashing to run out, pushing and shoving to get away.

"Hey!" Two-Bit ran after them, following them into Riff's room, Two-Bit running in with a snarl.

"Riff! Riff!"

"Yes?"

Two-Bit turned to see a smiling Riff, sitting calmly in his chair. Angrily, he stomped closer.

"Your boys were in my room, going through my private things!" He growled.

"So?" Riff shrugged, drinking a beer.

"So? It was my private things! Like my photo album! And my room?! I don't appreciate that!" Two-Bit growled with anger, glaring.

"Well, gee i'm sorry, didn't realise you had a problem with boys going through your things." Riff smirked. "Won't happen again.

"Bullsh**! You know I am really startin'-"

"You, where have you been?!" Riff interrupted with a snarl as he saw Dermot come in, standing up from his chair, glaring. "You know what time it is? You missed your violin practice!"

Dermot frowned and looked at his feet, eyes big. "S-S-Sorry Riff. I-"

"Don't apologize, just get over here!" Riff growled, motioning with a finger.

Two-Bit watched Dermot start coming over and he tensed, frowning, already angry with Riff, not wanting to witness Dermot forced to act like a slave.

"Hey. Riff, why don't you go fu-"

"Come here!" Riff snarled and grabbed Dermot's collar when he came close, ignoring Two-Bit. He yanked hard on the collar and Dermot coughed, hands at his throat.

"You piece of sh**," Riff growled and shoved him down into a chair. "Don't move." He glared down at him with a finger.

Dermot frowned deeply and kept his gaze down, remaining in the chair.

"Now Two, why don't you-"

"Save it, Riff," Two snapped, glaring. "I am not happy. And, and I don't like the way you're treating Dermot here either. He's a real nice guy, he don't need to take your crap." Two snarled.

It went quiet, Dermot raising his head with wide eyes, Christian's eyes widening and Riff's eyes narrowing.

"Pardon me?" Riff asked calmly after a long minute, eyes hard.

"I said," Two cleared his throat. "I don't like your crap and neither does he." He growled.

Riff's eyes flickered with anger and suddenly he shoved Two-Bit, knocking him down to the floor, Two-Bit letting out an 'oof!'

"That was a warning." Riff growled, pointing a finger down with a glare. "So Don't do that again." He huffed.

"Riff, he didn't mean anything…." Dermot swallowed, frowning.

"Shut up, Dermot," Riff snapped with anger.

Dermot went quiet.

Two-Bit looked up at Riff with wide, narrow eyes, slowly getting up, glaring for a minute before he shook his head.

"Hmmph." He turned and walked out, going to his room, slamming the door, letting out a frustrated sigh.

Riff was really pissing him off. He didn't know how much more of this guy he could take.

But again, what other choice did he have than to be with this gang? Dermot and Christian were his new friends after all. And where else would he go?

As he glared around his room angrily, Two-Bit swore, shaking his head, running an angry hand through his hair.

"Thanks a lot guys!" He growled out, going over to his photo album, checking it to make sure it was not ruined or wrecked from the boys. "You ruined my life!" He growled, slamming the cover shut. He really did not want to see them again and he meant it.

At supper that night, Two-Bit shifted uneasily at the dinner table as he watched Dermot play his violin, frowning, not liking how Riff could be so cruel to make someone so nice into a slave.

Dermot certainly don't deserve that. Though in reality, no one does.

Two suddenly wondered what would happen if the gang somehow made him into a slave, thinking about how awful it would be.

God, what would they do to him?

Tie him up like Riff does to Dermot? He shuddered.

He couldn't even fathom the thought, hoping the gang would never ever do anything like that to him.

But if Riff and his gang did it to Dermot, what's to say that the gang wouldn't do it to him?

Two-Bit frowned and wished he could stop this torture, wanting to give Riff a piece of his mind.

After supper, Two-Bit sat by Christian on the couch in the living room, leaning over to whisper to him. "Christian, imma say somethin'."

"No," Christian hissed. "Two-Bit you can't. You wanna be invited to your own funeral?"

"Christian, you know what Riff's going to Dermot, I don't wanna witness that, you told me yourself!" Two-Bit frowned with big eyes.

"Two-Bit, you can't just-"

They looked up when Riff walked in, dragging Dermot in with him, smirking as he pulled on his collar. Dermot frowned, just looking saddened.

The other boys didn't even notice or seem to care and Two-Bit shot them a glare, hating them.

Riff ushered him and Christian off the couch and Two-Bit got up, glaring at Riff angrily as he stepped aside.

"Get ready," Christian whispered lowly as they watched Riff push Dermot down onto the couch. "But don't say anything!" He hissed.

Two-Bit's eyebrows furrowed as he watched, wanting to speak up.

"Come on Dermot, let's go." Riff huffed, grabbing some rope off the floor, smirking.

Dermot seemed to sigh and didn't put up a fight, turning with his hands behind his back, allowing Riff to tie him up, seeming completely used to this.

"Christian," Two-Bit hissed into his friend's ear. "I can't let Riff do this…..!"

"Shhhh! You have to! Dermot doesn't get hurt or nothin'..." Christian frowned at him.

"Open." Riff ordered Dermot as he pushed the boy's head back against the couch, rags and what looked like a scarf in his hands.

Dermot closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth, allowing Riff to stuff the rags into his mouth without putting up a fight, Riff gagging him with a smirk.

Two-Bit watched with a scowl and hard eyes, angry, looking at the other boys, who weren't even watching.

"Christian, the others aren't going to do this but I will. You should be saving your friend too." He hissed into his friend's ear.

"I-I can't….!" Christian frowned with wide eyes, flinching as he watched Riff stuff Dermot's mouth with the gags, the boy's cheeks beginning to bulge, whimpering softly.

"He's our friend!" Two-Bit hissed angrily.

Riff was now stuffing the scarf between Dermot's teeth, tying it behind his head, yanking the knot tight, the scarf thick, Dermot's teeth biting down.

"Thatta boy," Riff praised quietly, smirking, patting Dermot's fat cheeks when he had finished.

"My good gagged boy." He chuckled.

Dermot opened his eyes and frowned deeply, biting down tightly, looking up at Riff sadly, flinching as Riff patted his head. He was completely used to this after so many months but he was still miserable.

Watching this, Two-Bit had had enough, his fists balling.

"Rrrrr, hey Riff! Pick on someone else you f*****!" He growled angrily.

The room went silent again.

Riff slowly stood up and turned, expression murderous.

Wide-eyed, Christian slowly stepped away from Two-Bit.

"Yeah, I said it!" Two-Bit huffed, glaring. "Leave Dermot alone!"

"Didn't I warn you, Two-Bit?" Riff snarled, stepping towards him.

"Dermot's innocent, he's a friend, my friend! And I am not going to let you do this to him! Or Christian!"

Two-Bit glanced at Dermot whose eyes were wide as saucers, sitting there with a frown, gagged and helpless to interfere.

Riff snarled at Two-Bit and suddenly tackled him, beginning to wrestle with him on the floor, snarling and punching.

Angered, Two wrestled him back, snarling as they tried to pin each other down, Two punching him back.

"You big jerk! A******! Quit pickin' on everybody!"

RIff snarled, punching Two-Bit back. "Don't tell me what to do you newbie! I make the rules, i'm the leader!"

"Some leader!" Two-Bit snapped, kicking him in the face.

The two were fighting pretty brutally, the two about evenly matched. Two was tempted to whip out his blade, so angered, before Riff punched him hard, knocking him down completely.

Two-Bit gasped as Riff stomped his foot down on his chest, wheezing out.

"You ain't a flame! You ain't one of us! Just get out! Get out! No wonder your friends hate you!" Riff shouted down at him, pressing his foot down hard, furious.

Two-Bit gaped and sucked in a breath, tensing when Riff brought his foot up, scrambling to get up, shakily starting to hurry out.

He looked back with huge eyes, looking between Christian and Dermot, tears pricking at his eyes, gawking with tense fear.

Not knowing what else to do, he turned and ran out, retreating to his room, slamming the door shut, shaking.

This was all just a huge mistake joining this gang.

They're no different from the gang, they're just like 'em. They don't care 'bout him.

Two-Bit realized now he didn't belong here, he didn't belong back home, he didn't belong anywhere.