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"Pony?" Someone says, braking me from my thoughts.

The whole gang was staring at me full of concern.

It was Darry who had spoke.

"Pony baby, please tell us whats wrong? We're all really very worried about you. Its better that you talk about it, then keep it all bottled up like this and hurt yourself."

I had enough. Nobody really cares and I'm tired of people pretending to. I do not want another Soda incident.

"Shut up! Just fucking shut up! Stop pretending like you guys give a shit about me, because I already know that you don't!"

The whole gang's eyes widened in shock, every ones, but Soda's.

I don't give them a chance to respond, I turn my back toward them, and walk out into the pouring rain.

Somebody grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

I yank my arm out of whoevers grip, but I stay there, with my back toward them.

"Look Pony baby, I'm sorry. Please ya got to believe me, I really am. Its killing me that I hurt ya this bad. I miss ya baby. Please don't go, stay here with us, and I promise I'll never hurt ya again."

I want to believe him, I want to believe him so bad, and for things to go back to normal, but I know better.

I know things could never go back to normal, I know I can't just forget what Soda has done to me, and I know Soda is anything, but sorry.

He just wants me to keep living the facade he has created, so nobody starts to expect something, but it is too late for that. He'll hurt me again, if I stay here, it will be a constant thing, I'll be nothing, but a toy to him, and I'm not about to let that happen.

I chuckle dryly, turning over to face him.

I grit my teeth and ball my hands into fists, as I spit out coldly,

"What the fuck do I look like to you, Soda?! Huh?! Do I look stupid to you?! I believed your lies once and it came back to slap me in the face! I had to learn the hard way that you were nothing, but a lie! You don't care about me! You don't care about anyone, but yourself! You don't regret what you did to me! You don't feel nothing at all! You just want me to stay here, to keep this facade alive, and to be your play toy!"

Soda looks at me sternly, with fake sadness.

"I love ya, Ponyboy Curtis."

My brows knot together, as my eyes become wet, from new forming tears.

I didn't expect that to come out of his mouth, but then again, Soda is an manipulator, doing or saying something to get what he wants, and he wants me, so he'll do or say anything to make me stay.

But, I ain't dumb. I know he doesn't really love me. People like him can't love, all they do feel is rage, hate, and lust

I wish he meant it though, because even though I hate Soda more than anything on this earth and want nothing more then to kill him slowly, make him suffer, like he has made me suffer, apart of me still loves him, and wants nothing more then Soda's love in return.

But, that ain't never going to happen.

I stare straight into his eyes, giving him a cold, bitter smile, as I say,

"I hate you too, Sodapop Curtis."

He opens his mouth to respond to what I just said, but Darry interrupts.

"Pony, why don't you think we all care about you? Because, we do, we care about you a lot. You being like this...Its been killing us, kiddo, so why do you think we don't give a shit? Huh? What made you even think that?" Darry asks, when he reachs me and Soda, the gang not far behind him.

I stay silent, just staring at Darry blankly.

The gang stares at me, waiting for me to answer Darry's question.

I stole a look at Soda, before looking back at Darry.

"Ask Soda."

Darry's eyes went wide a little bit in surprise, brows knotting together in confusion, as he looked at Soda.

The whole gang looks at Soda with questioning looks.

I turn my back toward them one last time, deciding to leave them like that, as I walk away.