*I don't own the Outsiders.

I tried to write more for this chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

-Sunkissedchris

(SPOV)

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I cradled my little brother in my arms. Jesus he is freezing. Inside I was having a full blown panic attack, something I'm not very use to. On the outside I tried to keep myself composed, I could tell Ponyboy was still sorta conscious.

"Shh you're gonna be just fine, Pony. I know it hurts honey but the pain will be gone soon. Please just hang on, all right?" I murmured real gently, but all I felt was concern for my baby brother.

I looked at what use to be Johnny's plain black t-shirt. I'd seen him in the faded shirt earlier, it was now soaked completely through with blood. I felt sick and my insides started to twist all up.

He's worse than Johnny had been when he got jumped. At least he was able to tell us what had happened, Ponyboy might not even be able to hear me right now for all I know.

Who the fuck would do this to a barley fourteen year old kid?! Who would do this to my baby brother? This is the worst mistake they ever made, I'll make sure they regret it. The red hot anger and adrenaline was welcomed compared to the panic and helplessness I was feeling a second ago.

Pony's complection was white as a ghost, the only real color was the bright red on his hands from gripping his side. I pressed Johnny's shirt against and wound and Pony moaned and a stream of fresh tears followed the tracks of previous tears.

"Shh, Pony."

Darry and Johnny were telling him stuff too but I didn't pay any attention to 'em.

Red and blue washed everything out as the ambulance and police cars finally pulled up.

"I need you, Ponyboy." I whispered, choking back sobs that threatened to overtake me.

Man this is too much for one night.

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(DPOV A/N R.I.P. Patrick Swayze we'll miss you and your wonderful talents.)

What have I done?

I am the world's largest hypocrite. I yell at Pony for not thinking, yet look what I've done. I hit him. I really did, I felt sick to my stomach. I promise to take care of him and Soda yet all I do is mess it all up.

Me and Pony haven't been the same since Mom and Dad passed. It was hard to loose 'em, a wrecking ball right to my heart. That day still flashes behind my eyes every time I close them.

Flashback

The sharp knocks at the screen door caught all our attention. The future was looking bright, fresh out of highschool I had everything laid out in front of me.

The gang all turned towards the knock in confusion, nobody knocks on our door, we all yell and walk in, even our neighbors, even the Shepards know that. Two men in uniforms, the fuzz.

"What the hell did you do now, Dallas?!" I hissed at him.

"I didn't, swear to God and you know I would admit if I did." That was true, Dally found pride in that record of his though I don't know how.

Walking swiftly to the door I plastered a smile on my face, but to be honest I felt dread in my core. I didn't realize that was what I was feeling at the time but I know now.

"Are you one of the sons of a Mr. And Mrs. Curtis?" One asked coldly.

"Yes?" The dread festering like larva in my stomach, I swallowed, the gang quiet for once and waiting, my two little brothers at my sides.

The other police officer cleared his throat and looked at me apologetically, "There was and accident and...." I didn't hear the rest, I knew they were gone.

I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock silently apologizing to my parents. I never felt this horrible in my life, the guilt and worry.

The worst part was the look on his face, another image that will be forever ingrained in my head. The wide wild eye expression, the betrayal so clear on his young face that even I saw it.

Pony has gotten so hard for me to read, which only added to the rift in our relationship, but I saw him crystal clear after I hit him. Nobody ever hit him in our family.

I guess I'm usually the first for everything anyway, I thought bitterly. First born, first to graduate from highschool, first to grow up. Maybe that's the problem I do everything to fast I miss the small things.

The door burst open revealing Johnny, breathing hard.

I shared a look with Sodapop and without a word he stepped toward Johnny speaking softly, calmly. He always had a knack for helping people and seeing where they're coming from.

If it had been anyone else but me who hit Pony, Soda would have creamed 'em. Of course he just said he understood. I wish he'd been mad at me, I deserved it for what I did.

"You gotta call 911," He huffed out. "Socs attacked me and Ponyboy, he's in the park hurt, hurt real bad."

My world froze for a minute, before I turned to call an ambulance. The rest of the night blurred by. All blurred by except what I didn't want to remember, Pony lying there hardly conscious half moaning and crying from pain. Two horrible images for me to remember for the rest of my life in one night.

I broke down crying as soon as I saw him, I hadn't cried since before my parents died.

A small taunting voice stayed with me as we all waited at the hospital.

Look, what you did. Look, what you did. Look, what you did. Look, what you did.

I looked at the sleeping faces of my family around me. They knew everything, including why Ponyboy ran, they weren't mad at me either.

"I didn't mean too." I whispered to no one, a single lone tear ran down my cheek, I didn't bother to whip it away.