Chapter 7: Lies and Panic Don't Mix

A/N: Alright, this chapter is short and evil. Forgive me! I promise the next one will be posted in a day or two! So PLEASE don't freak too much! Please please please: REVIEW! You know I am very thankful for all of you that do! . Thanks again!

Sodapop's POV:

Man, Dally sure gets on my nerves sometimes. He's only a year older than me and I certainly wish I could take him on but I'm a bit worried that he'd kill me in a second. Why he won't let me talk to my older brother, I don't know. Once Dal hangs up, I'm madder than Hell at him. I start yelling at him, maybe pushing him a little too hard.

"Who'd you think you're talkin to?!" He shouts, spinning around from the telephone.

I shrink back suddenly and the whole house falls silent. Pretty much the whole gang is there drinking, smoking or just bummin' around.

"You better shut up, boy. Shut the hell up 'fore I break your neck." Dally growls, stepping even closer to me.

I make a quick glance of eye contact with him before darting around Dally and running into me and Pony's room unable to stop my tears. I slam the door and fling myself onto the bed completely sobbing. I can't help it. I miss my brothers and no one's telling me anything! Everyone knows everything but me! I have this awful feeling that things aren't good at all, but how can I know when no one's talking to me! Dally and Steve are in a heated argument in the kitchen and are screaming some unpleasant words at each other, mostly four letter words. When I hear someone walking towards the room, I bury myself under the covers. I know it's an immature thing to do, but right now, I don't want to get slapped or yelled at or talked to. I just want to be left alone. The door opens with a little body slamming and I try to feign sleep under the sheets. It doesn't work. I realize that it's Dally when he places his hand on my curled up self beneath the covers.

"Hey, kid. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to flip on you." He waits for my response and doesn't get one on purpose. "C'mon, please?" he tries.

I start whimpering and before I know it, I'm full out blubbering again. It's really sort of embarrassing even if Dal can't see me. He pulls the covers off me and actually starts rubbing my back saying that everything'll be alright and that he'll take care of me no matter what happens. He sits on the bed and drags me into his lap while I'm still crying like a fool.

"Hey, shhhh, shhhh, it's okay. It's alright. It'll be fine, kid." He murmurs.

My crying finally settles into whimpers again and I'm real embarrassed. "Sorry." I keep mumbling over and over.

"Aw, it's alright, kid. Quit apologizing. It's fine." He says stroking my hair.

"Thanks Dal." I say again.

"Yeah, yeah, you can shut up now. I know you're worried about your bros but it's gonna be fine, ya hear? Now your old bro wants you to go to work today, alright? I'll call you and Steve if Darry calls again or comes home, so don't worry about it. He said he'll try to get home by tonight, but it might be morning or the next night. C'mon kid, you should probably um, get ready for uh, work." He states looking at my only article of clothing: my boxers.

"Yeah, I guess." I say climbing out of Dally's lap and starting towards the bathroom.

He grabs my arm suddenly, turning me around. "Hey, you dig okay, kid."

I smile a little bit and he lets me take a shower and get dressed for work. Steve does the same. He drives us to work and Dally grudgingly takes Two-Bit to school before crashing back at our house. The whole day's boring and I really, really want to go home. I feel like I'm goin' to puke all day I'm so nervous. What if they don't come home tonight? What if something goes wrong? I can't stop thinking about it all day. I think I'm going insane.

#Outsiders _ #Grease

Darry's POV:

That stupid Soc is driving like a blasted fool, yellin' things at me and pointing the heater all over the place. I'm afraid that it'll misfire and kill somebody. We arrive at a warehouse in back alley where Ponyboy is dragged out and hit all the way to an entrance. I'm fighting the Soc that's attacking me trying to stop me from getting to my kid-brother. Big mistake on his part. I kicked that fool right where it hurts. Sent him whimpering back behind a dumpster. Then I recognize David and a few of the other Socs a second before they slam a crow-bar down on my head.

I come to in the warehouse. I don't see Ponyboy anyway. My hands are tied behind my back with rope and I'm sitting up against a wall. I immediately start trying to untie my hands as a few of the Socs' are drinking beer in a dark corner.

"Where's my kid-brother." I demand loudly.

They stumble over to me, cussing up a storm. I repeat my question, louder and more aggressive.

"What'd ya mean 'where' Grease? You mean where we dumped his body?"

A/N: Cliffy! Say what now?! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I already said I was sorry. I really am too. I WILL post the next chapter very, very, shortly. Promise! Anyway, please REVIEW! #PeaceoutGrease