Title: Leave Me Where I Am
Author: Acoustic Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders and I do not claim to. No profit is being made from this story.
Warnings: This story does contain rape. There may be a possible slash relationship in the future.
A/N: EEEEEEE! Thanks you for all reviews! So very appreciated!
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(Told in Ponyboy's point of view)
Chapter 5
Everything hurt.
I could barely register any sound besides the blood rushing in my ears.
My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
I was left standing in the middle of the Dairy Queen parking lot at six in the morning.
How many hours have I been with them?
I was in a slight daze. My vision was hazy and I could barely support myself on my legs.
I was shaking like a leaf, and I was so, so cold.
How many times did they take me?
I could feel blood and their fluids between my legs. I almost vomited at the thought, at the feeling, but I had done enough puking, my throat was sore from stomach acid and the screaming I had done.
I stood looking around me.
All I could focus on was the pain.
The sky was pale and the sun was rising, it was always my favorite time of day, great way to start my morning, I always found it to be fucking gorgeous.
I couldn't think of anything that made me sicker.
How LONG was I with them?
I tried to remember how to walk.
I tried to remember who I was.
I looked down at my hands. They were bloody; one of my fingernails was missing.
Ponyboy screamed as the male on top of him roughly took the teen, he was the first one to have the go at violating him completely, the man had officially taken the boys virginity.
"Oh, God, it hurts, please, PLEASE!" Ponyboy screamed and blubbered.
He cried and attempted to move away from the body on top of him.
Ponyboy reached over to the wall of the truck, desperately clawing at it, he felt the longer nail of his pointer finger bend back off of his nail bed, he cried out in pain, but he barely noticed his nail tearing off.
My hands started to shake.
I started walking, fast, people were looking at me, I really must have looked like hell.
All I could think about was the red stain that must have been on the seat of my pants.
I had to go somewhere.
I was stumbling around like when I first left the party,
Last night.
It felt like an eternity since I had been yelled at by,
By who?
God what was my name again?
Ponyboy.
Ponyboy Michael Curtis.
My parents were real original.
I have a brother named, named
Sodapop.
God, Soda.
Soda and Darry.
Must be worried sick
He's gonna have my head,
Never use my head.
Where am I supposed to go?
Hospital.
No, not the hospital.
Home.
If you go to the hospital, they'll know, everyone will know.
No longer a virgin, no longer innocent, no longer pure.
Worthless.
Disgusting.
God, the scars.
"Oh, baby, you fell so good around me, ah…gonna shoot." There was another one on top of him now.
"Mmmph, so tight." He breathed out.
Another one gripped his hair, harshly pulling his head to the side.
"Your just lovin' this, aren't you" He spat.
Ponyboy cried harder, shaking his head.
"Aww, don't cry, you don't look to pretty when you cry." He cooed.
"Stop." Ponyboy pleaded, breathlessly.
The one on top of him grunted.
"Nah ah, after I'm done with you, there are others that are looking to have some fun with you, and after that, maybe I'll just take you again."
He leaned down, his mouth level with Ponyboys ear, "Wouldn't you love that?"
He tilted his head back, enough to see the one that had been sitting there calmly the entire time, he had also been the driver of the van.
The guy regarded him coolly, not looking into his eyes, looking slightly above them.
The one sitting next to him, following his line of vision.
"Jim, you gonna do anything?" He asked Mr. Driver.
His eyes flicked the one questioning him, he slowly shook his head.
"No, but give him another little reminder of tonight, we don't want him forgetting." For the first time that night his face showed some kind of emotion, his mouth twisted into a disturbing smile.
Ponyboy whimpered and shut his eyes tightly.
With a strangled cry, the one on top of him came, it was cold and sticky and coated Ponyboys insides uncomfortably. He could feel it seeping out of his abused entrance along with blood, the feeling of the mixture and the smell made his stomach knot, he turned his head to the side and vomited all over the van floor.
He spit, bile and blood coming out of his mouth, he dry heaved, his stomach constricting painfully.
"Aw, fuck, the little bitch fuckin' puked!" One of the men exclaimed.
He roughly took a fistful of the small boys auburn locks, twisting his head painfully and slammed Ponyboys head against the floor of the van.
Ponyboy saw white spots carefully dance across his vision as pain radiated through his whole skull.
The man that was previously on top of him sipped his pants back up and looked over towards Jim.
"Ya mean, give him a reminder like we did to that other bitch?" He asked, still slightly panting.
'So this wasn't the first time they've done something like this, is it?' Ponyboy thought to himself, trying to ignore the pain that was pulsing harshly in the lower half of his body.
"I thought we weren't gonna kill this one." Another said.
A flash of panic coursed briefly through Ponyboys veins, 'Kill me? Please do so, death would be better than this.' He was already on the edge of beginning them to just finish it, to kill him.
"We ain't killing him, but we can still give him a little gift." Jim said.
"You can take you gift and shove it up-" Ponyboys bold statement was cut off by a back hand across the face.
His chin was roughly grabbed and he was blurrily staring up at one of his tormenters. "I really, really, wouldn't finish that sentence if I was you." He snarled.
Ponyboy whined in his throat and turned his head to the side, roughly prying it from grimy and sweaty fingers.
"Just hurry the fuck up and do it already!" Jim commanded from where he was sitting.
Ponyboy didn't have an idea in the world what 'it' was. They had already done just about everything, all that would be left is killing him.
'They already said they weren't going to kill you.' He told himself.
He barely finished the thought before a menacing body was hovering over him, clutching a switchblade in his hand, and the thought that he was going to get out of this alive diminished slightly.
"Hold him down while you do it, don't want him fucking up your work." Jim gruffly demanded.
He felt rough hands pressing his shoulders down, another pair grasped his hips, holding his torso completely in place.
He felt the cold steel of the blade press into the skin right above his hip…hard.
He tried to squirm away from it as he felt warm, sticky blood begin to seep up through the wound, then he felt it start to drag tearing at his flesh and he started screaming again, tears leaking from his tightly clenched eyes.
-break-
It seemed like hours before he finally felt the knife pause for longer than thirty seconds.
He looked down at his torso to see a mess of blood pooling where the wounds where, his eyebrow knotted in confusion.
One of the men must have seen the look on his face, or the way he was craning his neck because he laughed cruelly before dousing cold water from a bottle over it, washing the blood away.
He felt something in his stomach drop as he looked down at the word etched roughly into his skin, going diagonally from his hip to his belly button was the word worthless.
He let his head drop back against the floor.
And he barely even flinched when he felt another body climb on top of him.
He just wanted them to kill him.
I looked down at my torso, refusing to lift the shirt up.
I looked around me again, no one seemed to notice me, it was too early.
Would anyone be concerned about a bleeding, shaking 14-year-old boy standing lost in the middle of a Dairy Queen parking lot?
I hoped not, I wasn't in the mood to answer fucking stupid questions like 'Are you ok?'
I took a deep breath to steady myself and recollected some sense of just where the hell I was actually going.
And started on the route back to what it was ninety seven percent sure was the way home.
A/N: This is a really cool random fact for you guys! A "Ponyboy" is actually another name for a male prostitute! Loving parents, right? :D
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