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Ponyboy's POV

"Come out here, boy," dad called to me. I slowly shuffled out of my room and out to my drunk father. I stared into his green eyes. I hated people with green eyes because I could never trust them.

I saw my father holding my report card. I got all A's and one high B, I hoped that he was proud of me.

"What is this?" He screamed, grabbing my shoulder roughly and pointing to the B. I barely flinched at him and just shrugged. He threw me against the wall.

"I ask you a question an answer!" He screamed.

"It's my report card, sir," I informed him quietly.

"Don't get mouthy with me," he growled, slugging me a few times in the chest.

He stomped away and I hoped I was in the clear, but he whipped around and threw a beer bottle at me. The glass shattered above my eye, cutting it. I was so glad that Sodapop was out with Steve. As much as I hated Steve I knew that he would keep Soda safe.

My ribs were already bruised from a few nights ago and my dad kicked me hard in the ribs with his steel toe boots. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out.

"Get out of here," he screamed at me. I rushed out of the house and saw Soda and Steve walking.

I got to get them away, they can't know about this, I thought, Dad will change one day and he loves us.

"Hey, Soda," I called. He smiled freely at me, knowing why I wasn't in the house.

"Hey, Ponyboy, wasn't to go to Bucks?" He asked. Genius! Steve would never go to Bucks with me.

Steve snorted and left.

"I'll pass on that one," he muttered.

"I'm so sorry, Ponyboy, let me see," he apologized. I shook my head. He tried to lift up my shirt put I pushed it back down.

"I'm okay, let's go to the lot," I suggested. We could only go to the lot when Johnny's parents weren't fighting, which meant that they drank too much and passed out.

I bunched up the newspapers together to keep us warm and snuggled into Soda's arm. He was the only one I let near me, the only one I let myself love or get close too. His arm was the only thing that kept the nightmares at bay.

X

I woke up early enough to see the golden rays if the sunset just peaking through. The mist and the amber colors lit up the sky and the Earth. I wished that everything could be gold all the time. Gold, Gold is only something that I could wish for, I thought bitterly, the few relaxing seconds ruined by my thoughts.

Soda woke up a few moments after the sun had risen, just barely missing the beautiful color display. I wished I could have shown it to him because Soda's never seen a sunset before.

A/N: I know that that was short, but I wanted to end it there. Sorry. Review? :)