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Two-Bit's POV

Darry asked me to babysit Ponyboy and after the fact that their mom died and their dad is in the hospital, there was no way that I could say no. I still wasn't sure what had happened because all Darry said was "car accident" in a tone that said he didn't want to talk about it. I knew they are hurting, their parents were one of the only good parents on the East Side of town.

I went into Ponyboy's room to check his temperature. It was 103 still, so I wondered if taking his shirt and blankets off of him would help.

I pulled the blankets off of him and pulled off his shirt. When I saw his stomach and ribs I cursed loudly. Someone had hurt him bad.

Old cuts and new cuts covered his ribs and purple bruises covers his stomach and arms. When I cussed it was loud enough to wake him up. He sat up quickly and tried to grab his shirt, but I took it away from him. I was shocked to see his back was also covered in scars and bruises.

"Who did this?" I asked. He looked up at me, fear covering his face.

"No one," he mumbled quietly.

"Your a cutter then?" I asked appalled. Luckily, he shook his head no.

"None if your business," he told me.

"It is! Who did this," I growled at him. He shrunk back from my loud voice.

"The Socs?" I asked. He shook his head again.

"Is it someone we know?" I asked. He nodded. Who do I know that would do this to a kid?

"Is it someone in the gang?" I asked. He shook his head. There was another option that I didn't even want to consider, but it was nagging at me like the time Johnny was jumped. I think I could guess what was happening here.

"Your parents?" I asked.

"No!" He answered too quickly and the he started breathing heavy.

"Ponyboy..." I started warningly. He put his head in his hands and started to cry. I wrapped him in a hug and rubbed his back. I was ready to kill someone, specifically Mr. and Mrs. Curtis.

In between sobs he gasped out his story about his mom and dad's abuse. I found it hard to believe, but the scars and the fear in his eyes were too much evidence.

"Y-You can't t-t-tell anyone, T-Two-Bit-t," he told me through chattering teeth. He was sweating from the fever and I knew all this crying wasn't helping, it was just stressing him out. I promised and told him to lay down. He fell asleep on contact with the pillow and I excited his room.

Sodapop's POV

I walked in just as Two-Bit walked out of Pony's room. I smiled at him.

"Hey, Two-Bit," I greeted. He glared at me.

"Why? Why didn't you tell us. Johnny did, Steve did, and even Dally did, but you never told us that your parents abused you," he confronted me. I froze.

"Who told you?" I growled.

"Ponyboy. His fever got really high so I took his shirt off and saw the cuts and bruises. You should have told us, we would have cared, we could have helped," he told me. I clenched my fists.

"You don't understand. Dad threatened us, saying that if we told anyone he would hurt us worse," I told him. His face softened a little.

"You should tell the rest of them now. He can't hurt you anymore," he reminded me.

"It's not that simple. It's up to Ponyboy to tell Johnny, there best friends, and he'll probably tell Dally, and it's up to me to tell Steve," I reminded him. He nodded.

"Then tell Steve."

A/N: Yay! Two-Bit knows! And the rest of the gang will soon know. :) Was this realistic? What's going to happen now? Hopefully they can all heal… but where's the fun in that? This story isn't over yet! XP