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YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I'm reviewing again!...... Since I'm posting this right after after my last chapter I've had no reviewers yet, but thank you to anyone who has review or is going to!

This Chapter is in Pony's POV again.


It's been almost a week since I got out of the hospital. I'm almost caught up on all the school work I've missed. I'm so happy to be home from the hospital, but Darry, Soda and just the whole gang in general have not let me leave the house. The furthest I'm allowed to go is to the front porch, and even that got boring after awhile. I mean, sure, the doctor said it would probably be best if I stayed home for a little while, but to contain me like this!? I've begged Darry to let me out of this house, but all he does is is say, 'Now, now, Ponyboy, it's doctor's orders. You've gotta stay home, it's for your own good.'

I've asked Soda too, but he says the same thing. Once, while Soda and Darry were at work and Steve had the day off, he and Two-bit were watching me for the day. I asked them if they'd let me outta here for a bit, and then Two-bit said, 'No way, kid, Darry'll kill us!", followed by Steve saying, 'Besides, the doctor says you need to stay home.'

I asked Johnny, but he just said, 'I'm sorry Pone, but you can't.' I even asked Dally one time, and he told me that Darry would skin him alive if he let me out. This brings us to the situation at hand.

I'm crouched just far enough from the door that when it opens, so that I won't get whacked by it. I'm waiting for Darry to get home. The rest of the gang is sitting on the couches watching me. They've asked me several times what I'm doing, but gave up after getting no response after about the fourth time. Now they're just talking about what they think I'm doing. They don't know it, but I have a plan.

"He looks like a cat," I heard Two-Bit say.

"Having to stay here has been driving him nuts, maybe he's lost it," Dally suggests.

"I'm sure he's fine," Johnny says.

Soda joins in. "Maybe we should try pulling him away from his, um, perch..."

"I'm not sure that would be the best idea." Steve says. Just at that moment, the door opens and Darry steps into the house. I take action right away. I spring at Darry, tackling him to the ground.

"Gah! What the hell, Pony! What are you doing?! Get off me!" Darry says from underneath me. The whole room is completely silenced with shock.

"I refuse to get off! Let me outside then I'll get off you! I don't want to be contained any longer!" I inform him. I feel arms around me, and turn to see who it was. Soda and Dally are behind me, and they gently lift me off Darry. I start to thrash around and Steve ends up joining into the process of trying to get me off of Darry.

"No! Stop! You guys are ruining my plot to ecscape!" I say, freaking out. I am literally going crazy in this house.

Two-Bit is in a fit of laughter, and Johnny just sits on the couch completely shocked as to what just happened.

"Pony, the doctor said to keep you at home for a little while. You could get hurt outside," Johnny tells me, sitting down. Soda, Dally and Steve pull me onto the couch.

"I could get hurt inside too," I say.

"Oh, really? And how would you do that?" Darry asks me.

"I could trip fall into a knife on the counter," I reply. "Please, Dar! Just let me outta here for a little bit, a small walk in the park, anything! Please! I need out; I'm going completely insane in here!" I beg him.

"I could come with him. We could go for a quick walk in the park." Johnny offers.

"Okay, fine, but if you're over 45 minutes we're going to come looking for you. Understand?" Darry says, giving in. I nod eagerly before grabbing Johnny's arm and start dragging him to the doorway.

"I can walk by myself, Pony," Johnny says, laughing. I laugh too, and with a wave back to the house we set off for the park.

"Thanks for getting me out of there, Johnny." I say, walking down the sidewalk.

"No problem Pone, I know you've been needing to get out for quite some while now." He tells me, smiling. We stroll though the park until we come to the fountain. Suddenly, we hear the sound of tires. They squealed on the pavement, obviously braking fast, and we turn around just in time to see a group of socs--drunk, no doubt--pile out of the car.

"Hey! Ain't those the kids that picked up our girls last week?" One of them slurs, wobbling forward.

"Think they are! Let's get them!" Another agrees. He quickly turns on us and starts to punch Johnny in the face. Johnny falls over from the impact of the blow, while another guy comes to assist his friend in beating mine. One holds him to the ground, in a position where he couldn't reach for his switchblade, while the other begins throwing punches at him.

Some guy throws a couple of punches at me, and I fall over. I use my good hand to break my fall, and to protect my other arm. Somebody kicks me at least a dozen times in the ribs, and I was pretty sure that one or two had cracked from the force of the blows. I gasp for breath as hostile hands grab hold of and yank me over to the fountain.

"Let's give this one a bath!" One of the Socs calls out, and two of his friends agree and come over to help him. From the corner of my eye I can see that Johnny is still pinned to the ground, still getting beaten, still unable to fight back.

My head is grabbed forcefully and I feel my face break through the surface of the cold fountain water. My head is lifted and I gasp for air before being thrust back into the water. From underwater I can hear the faint, muffled sounds of people shouting. The pressure that had been holding my head underwater was released. I pull my head out, gaspingand sputtering for air. I try to inhale deeply, but my ribs hurt too much. The most I can do is take shoprt, ragged breaths. I manage to register that my cast had been left well enough alone, still dry, although that was probably just dumb luck.

I look around. The gang is fighting the drunken socs off and I can see across the field that Johnny is sitting up against a tree, gasping for air. One of his eyes is swollen shut and he has a split lip. He also has bruises forming along his jaw line.

The socs make a break for their car, looking rather on the beat up side and drive off, tires squealing in their rush. Dally had helped Johnny up, and, by the looks of it, Dally was supporting most of Johnny's weight as they made their way slowly over to me. The rest of the gang does the same, at an admittedly faster pace. I sit up, pained, and try to stand. By this time the entire gang had reached me.

"You guys okay?" I hear someone ask, though I am too out of it to recognize who. I feel my knees give way and I start to fall. Someone screams my name, and I feel strong arms catch me before I lapse into a uncomfortably familiar unconscious state.


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