When Darry had finally managed to get the bathroom door open his heart sank when he saw the sight that had to greet him. Soda had wedged himself so far in between the sink and the toilet that his back was pressed tightly against the wall. His knees were brought up to his chest and he had his face buried in them. He was shaking like a leaf and there was shattered glass from the mirror surrounding him.

"Soda …" Darry said gently as he slowly and unsurely made his way over to him. "Soda are-" Darry was cut short of his sentence when Soda had suddenly lifted his head up and kicked him as hard as he could in the stomach, actually managing to make 'Superman' fly backwards a bit.

Pony stood in the doorway and watched with wide eyes as this terrifying scene unfolded in front of him. He didn't know what to do. He was scared.

Darry pressed his arm tightly over his stomach where Soda had kicked and tried to get his breath back as he said "Soda y-"

"L-Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"

Darry and Pony both stared in concern and horror at the tear-stained and terrified expression on their brother's face as he practically screamed this. They didn't know what to do. They didn't know how to react to this. Soda had never acted this badly before.

Darry stared when he noticed the drops of blood on the tiled floor and he slowly followed their trail up to his younger brother and couldn't help but feel his eyes widen slightly at the sight of his split knuckles. The eldest Curtis brother swallowed nervously before saying as gently as he could manage, seeing the type of state Soda was in. "Aw Soda you're bleeding. Come here little buddy. I have to fix that, okay? Come here. It's all right."

Soda studied the expression on his face as he said this and glanced quickly over at Pony before nodding slightly and shakily getting up to his feet, placing his hand on the edge of the sink to help him up in the process of this.

Darry couldn't take his eyes off of the pathetic sight of his brother as he says quietly, trying to sound strong for his family, "Go get the broom Pone. We have to get this glass cleaned-" Darry was cut short once again to Soda suddenly wrapping his thin arms tightly around his waist and burying his wet face into his chest. Darry hesitated before wrapping his arms around the small, shaking form and he let his brother sob and cry all of his constant pent up and wild emotions into his shirt, not caring that it was becoming soaked with his little brother's tears. Darry was only lucky that he had not used Soda's other nickname earlier …

"Shh Soda. Shhh …"

I want to thank Eatzo27, spicygurl, ConfuzzledAtLife, SpiderLlamas, Steph36, ikedandude, moodykate, and TheNextAmandaYoung for their comments! I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get written and updated. Life has been hectic. Please comment and tell me what you think! Positive or negative comments are welcome =)