Johnny's POV

I know Pony's not telling the whole truth. The look in his eyes was a mix between pain, guilt, and desperation. Something else happened to my best friend and I intend to find out.

I was kinda hurt when he got so defensive in his room. I knew it was he didn't mean it but it still hurt some. But I didn't want to risk bothering him anymore so I left for the living room. Everyone's eyes where on me upon re-entering the room so I bowed my head some, I get kinda self-conscious when a whole room of people are looking at me. Even though I've known them my whole life.

I sit back down on the couch next to Dal. "What'd he say?" Soda asks. He said he was 'fine' but his attitude said 'Leave me the hell alone.' "He said he was just tired." Soda shrugs and everybody goes back to doing what ever they were doing. I try to watch TV but my thoughts keep slipping back to Ponyboy and what could've happened to have him so upset.

It was about thirty minutes before two-bit and Steve left. "Dally, Johnny you stayin' tonight." Darry ask getting up from his chair. "Yeah we are." Dally answered looking at me and the purplish bruise my dad had given me. But it wasn't like I had intentions of sleeping at my house or at the lot tonight. "Alright." He said going to the hall closet getting two pillows and two blankets tossing them to us. "G'night." Darry said trying to hide a yawn. "Night." Dally took the floor and gave me the couch.

I lay down knowing I won't be able to go to sleep right away, because there is a terrible feeling in my gut. Something ain't right.

The next morning: Saturday 12:35

Pony's POV

"What's wrong baby? You don't like it." The Soc on top of me slurred. It was six of them in total: one was holding my hands above my head, another was the lookout, three were waiting their turn, and the last one was laying on top of me pushing himself deeper inside me.

"Please stop, it hurts." My pleas for sanity fell on deaf ears because they continued. "Come on Thomas. We want turns on the whore too." Some voice whined. My tears burned my eyes as I cracked them open. Thomas, the guy on top of me was looking at me with a sadistic smirk on his lips. His light brown hair was dripping with sweat and his green eyes were filled with pride. Yeah raping some kid is something to be proud of. "You know… I never… knew greasers could be… so screwable." Thomas panted.

With one final thrust he was done. I shut my eyes as I felt another guy get on top of me. "Oh Shit man a janitor's comin'." The lookout yelled. "What?!" Another soc yelled. "Lets get outta here!" The same voice said. I kept my eyes closed as the guy on top of me belted me in the face a few times. "Next time we catch you alone, I'm gettin' my turn grease." He kicked me one final time before leaving with his friends.

Anybody's POV

That morning the young boy woke up alone still trapped in his own nightmare. He was shaking, sweating, crying, and praying someone could save him from himself and from his own demons. 'I can't tell them; I can help myself they won't have to know. They don't ever have to know. They'll think I'm some dirty freak pervert or something. I could never deal with that, my friends and the only family I have left hating me would be way too much.' Ponyboy thought to himself. 'It's going to be hard but I have to do this myself.' He pulled him self from the bed and got a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the closet and headed off to the bathroom.

Johnny was the only other person in the house. Darry, Soda, and Steve were at work, Two-bit was at home babysitting since his mom has an early shift today, and Dally had gone to Buck's. In the bathroom the fourteen year old stripped down and took a quick shower wincing with every little movement.

But in the time it took him to take a shower Johnny had woken up. The raven-haired greaser followed his friend. "Good morning Johnny." Pony cheerfully greeted. ''Least he ain't mad.' Johnny thought. "Mornin' man"

"You wanna go to the lot?" John asked. "Sure" Pony was just happy he didn't ask about going to the DX. No way was he ready to face his brother yet. Soon enough the two boys were in the lot. Johnny was ready for some answers.