CHAPTER 2
We got to the truck and Darry helped me inside (as if I really needed his help)...again saying only two words to me.
"Don't move."
He was really starting to scare me now. I'm not used to Darry not hollerin' at me when I've done something he's not happy about.
The entire ride home was spent in complete silence with Darry starin' at nothin' but the road and shakin' his head every now and then, and with me tryin' to figure out why the heck he wasn't screamin' at me by now.
No doubt I deserved to hear him scream.
As he parked the truck on the street in front of our house, it suddenly dawned on me...
HE REALLY THINKS HE'S GONNA SPANK ME!
I threw open my door and bolted from the truck. I sprinted through the front gate (thank God for track practices), hurdled the steps, and was just about to throw open the front door-
I was thinkin' if I could just make it to my bedroom and lock myself in there for the night that Darry would be cooled off enough to just yell at me tomorrow morning. I couldn't let him spank me -
but Soda emerged, stopping me dead in my tracks and giving Darry the chance to grab me by the arm yet again.
"Damn." I muttered under breath.
"Goin somewhere?" Darry asked sarcastically.
"Ow!" You ain't gotta be so darn rough, Dar!"
"Where the hell have you been, Ponyboy?!" Soda screamed.
I'd never seen my usually happy-go-lucky brother look so angry.
I looked at him, completely stunned. Darry tellin' me I won't be able to sit for a week.
Soda yellin' at me...has this whole world gone mad?
I knew I was in for it. Glory, this can't be happenin'! I was terrified.
I opened my mouth to answer Soda, but put my head down to stare at my feet when Darry decided to answer for me.
"I found the kid at one of Buck's infamous parties." This time both Darry and Soda glared at me. "I ran into Tim when I was out tryin' to find him and Shepard kinda let it slip that Curly and 'our little Ponyboy' here had headed over to Buck's to have a few drinks and to see who could get laid first. Seems like 'loverboy' here was headed in that direction.
Darry scowled at me. I started chewin' on my fingernails. I knew Soda was starin' at me and after a split second, he yelled, "Get the hell in the house, Ponyboy!"
I shook. Soda held the door open and Darry helped me in...still grabbing me by the arm.
"Ow! You're hurtin' my arm!" I hissed at Darry.
He just spun me around so I was facing him.
"What the hell do you think you're doin' Ponyboy?" Darry scolded.
Oh...so he is gonna yell, I thought. I put my head down, not really knowing what I should - or shouldn't - say.
Darry grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me close to him.
"Look at me...and answer me when I ask you a question, damnit!" He let go of my shirt and repeated his question, "What in the almighty universe do you think you're doin'?!"
"I-I-I don't know." I stammered. "I just wanted to have a little fun is all. I didn't think..."
But, Darry cut me off.
"And did you think for a minute that you were still grounded for cuttin' two days of school with Curly last week? Huh? And did you think that sneaking outta the house tonight would make me...and Soda...worry when we realized you were gone?" His voice was starting to rise.
"And did you thinthat me and Soda both warned you about not goin' near Buck's? And did you think that I would catch you there...and see you drinkin'?"
Darry's eyes were blazin'.
"N-n-no." I studdered.
Glory, I was shakin' now.
"NO?! Ponyboy, I ain't gonna let this continue! You're headin' down the wrong path and it's gotta be stopped - NOW! You're only 16 - the state can still take you away from me - but I'll be damned if I let them! Me and Soda here - we love you more than anything...and because of that, I'm puttin' my foot down and I'm gonna stop this new attitude of yours. Tonight! Soda?"
Hmmm?" Soda answered,and I turned to look at him. Now he was the one starin' down at his feet.
"Gimme your belt.", Darry commanded.
And with one hand he grabbed me by the arm so I couldn't run off, while he stuck his other hand out waitin' for Soda to hand him that damn belt.
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