I don't own The Outsiders or the song Numb
The beginning of this chapter is a flash back, FYI.
So sorry for the long wait.
XxX
And I know
I may end up failing too.
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.
XxX
"Sodapop Curtis! Where the hell have you been!" Darry yelled at Soda right as he entered the house. It was 3 in the morning and Soda just came back without telling Darry where he had run off to. Darry and I stayed up all night waiting for him. Even though I had no reason to, I stayed out here anyway.
"Out," he grumbled, and stormed past Darry. I could instantly smell the stench of beer on Soda. I sighed and stood up, not wanting to get brought into the fight. I went into my room and closed the door, sat on the floor and leaned against it. Recently, Soda has been coming home really late a lot now and Darry always yells at him. It breaks my heart. Darry never yells at Soda, but it's like neither one cares anymore.
"Sodapop Patrick Curtis! You need to call when your gonna be out! I don't want to be worrying all night wondering where the hell you are!" Darry yelled.
I heard a loud crash. "Then don't worry! It's not like you care!" Soda yelled bitterly at Darry. I winced at his voice. He never yelled like that.
"I have to worry, damn it! I'm supposed to! I'm your older brother!" Darry hollered back.
There was a pause after Darry said that. "Well, you didn't care enough to keep a promise. Now that's not very brotherly, is it?" Soda spat.
I heard a few noises. "Don't go," Darry ordered. I heard nothing after that but a door slam and Darry push a chair to a ground.
XxX
I stopped looking up at the sky when I heard people yelling. I let my curiosity take over me and followed the noise. When I reached the back of the building I saw Curly surrounded by four guys who looked pissed. Great, what did he do?
"Think it's funny now, kid?" One guy growled. He looked like Darry, only this guy had brown hair and brown eyes, I think.
"Come on, I just took a few things!" Curly whined.
The tough looking guy stepped up and grabbed Curly by the neck of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "By things you mean money that ain't yours. Now we gotta teach you a lesson!"
Curly's eyes went wide and his face paled. He looked terrified of this guy. "Look man, I-I'm sorry! You can have the money back!" Wow, that's something you rarely ever hear Curly say.
"Sorry ain't gonna cut it," the man hissed. I had to help him. I can't just let him get beaten to a pulp. But I didn't want to either. I groaned and ran into the fight. "Leave him alone!"
The man dropped Curly and stepped towards over me into my view and glared at me. "Oh yeah? And who are you?"
I instantly started panicking. "His buddy," I muttered. "Now let him go." I felt my back pocket, praying to God I remembered my blade. Thank the Lord I remembered it. I looked at Curly and saw him mouth 'don't'. I just shook my head and focused on this guy.
"You tellin' me what to do?" He spat and pushed me to the ground.
"Back off!" I growled, and pulled out my switchblade. The guy laughed bitterly and kicked my blade away from me.
"You just got yourself into some shit!" He yelled, and kicked me in the head. I started seeing stars and everything was spinning. After that, everything seemed to be in a blur. I felt people punching me and kicking me all over. I hear people yelling and screaming, but I couldn't figure out if Curly was any of those voices. I tried defending myself, but it was useless. I was to slow and this guy was too fast. I tried throwing punches but they did nothing to stop this guy. Even if my punches hit them, they were weak and didn't slow him down at all.
Suddenly, the guy on top of me was pulled off of me. I just laid there, thanking whoever did that. I felt pain all over. I then remembered Curly and the four guys. He needed my help. I shook off the blurriness and stood up. I had a throbbing pain in my head, but I ignored it and went to help Curly, who was trying to hold up a fight with four guys and failing miserably. I tackled one guy and started throwing punches at him. They didn't do much, considering the fact that my arm hurt like hell, but I kept on going. The guy I tackled was fighting back, getting in punches more than I was. I got in a few good punches to his face. I heard him yelp when I punched him in the nose, so I think I broke it. Serves him right.
The guy threw me off of him and kicked me in the side one more time before I heard people starting to run. Soon the footsteps were gone and I was just laying on the ground, staring at the sky.
I want to cry right now. I'm in pain and I feel horrible. Not just because I just got beat up, it's because I didn't use my head. Darry was right. I never use my head. I could have gotten myself killed. I did another stupid thing.
Right now, I just want to hear Darry yell at me. I just want to hear his voice. Tell me I never use my head. i want Soda to hold me and comfort me. I just want my old brothers back. I want them to hold me and tell me that everything's going to be okay. Even though I know things aren't okay. Things are far from okay. I felt tears in my eyes, but I held them back. I need to toughen up and move on. I'm not going back. I know Darry and Soda are happy right now. I'm not going to ruin that for them. I only want my brothers happy.
xXx
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take.
xXx
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