Darry and Sodapop say at the kitchen table eating away at chicken while they're parents were making their own plates.
"Slow down champ, you're gonna choke," Mr. Curtis said as he ate and watched his kids eat. Mrs.Curtis just let out a soft chuckle as she watched her family affectionately. She put the glass cup of tea to her lips and drank.
Ponyboy decided to go to sleep early since he was tired. Little did they know, 13 year old pony boy was having a nightmare in his room. Events of the day plagued his mind. A grown man pulling him into an ally and-
"Stop, stop it please. I don't want that, I'm sorry". The terrors were coming on harder now. The sobs were getting louder and louder. Not loud enough for his family to hear yet. His body trembled. His breathing came in gasp. Ponyboy tried desperately to hold on to the agonizing scream that tore out of his throat. It was like something beastly sawing from deep inside him.
The agonized wail that ripped from deep within him became almost insane as it transformed into gut wrenching sobs of pain and hurt. He put his hands to his chest, as if that would stop the pain.
Out in the living room the Curtis's were still eating dinner when a bloodcurdling wail echoed throughout the house. Just like a gun went off everyone stopped what they were doing and sprung to action as they took off to his bedroom.
Mrs Curtis was there first as she cradled her son's face in comfort. She hated to see her son in so much pain and hurt. Mr. Curtis was moving his son's hair out of his clammy face. He knelt down by ponyboys ear whispering sweet nothing in his ear. Telling him that's he's fine and how much he loves him. Telling him that he's surrounded by his family. Ponyboys gut wrenching sobs and tears from deep inside him made him jerk spasmodic as if in pain.
"It's okay, we got you". Darry was rubbing his leg as he hushed him softly. Sodapop was holding his brothers hand while keeping his other one on his heart, keeping track of his heart rate and breathing.
Pony slowly calmed down from his hysterics as he slowly woke up.
"There you go, baby," he heard his mother say. "Wake up now". He threw his arms around his mother's
neck as he started to sob again.
"Easy little colt. Don't get yourself worked up again," his father said gently as he rubbed his son's back.
"What was the dream about pone?" asked Soda.
Ponyboy took a deep breath and told them about the man. About what he did and what he wanted to do to him, but Ponyboy got away in time.
They were beyond angry. That was a time a Curtis hurricane in Tulsa has been set.
The next day the molester was hog times in front of the police station with two teens leaving the scene, fist pounding.
He was not raped, just touched. Review. Ask me what one shot you want me to write and I'll let you know.