Alright you talked me into keeping this story. I figure Pony's oocness is cause of the relationship him and Athena have is a playful yet loving one. So I suppose I could keep this story. That and it's really fun to wright (: Oh yeah in this chapter will have a time skip and be back to Pony's p.o.v

Still Don't own a thing

Days passed, those days turned to weeks. Those weeks passed, turning to months. Soon a whole three months passed. I got called everyday, no joke. I was a mess, I had deep circles under my eyes, I was pale, I didn't even try and come up with good excuses for my injuries. Athena's worried herself sick over me many times. I feel bad about it to. I tell her I'll be fine, and I will be. Every time I walk to that house, I tell myself its all for Johnny. I also try and convince myself things aren't getting worse, that I'm just tired. Really super tired.

Once again I find myself wondering if I could believe in my lies. Just once, even if it's only for a minuet of two.

I sigh closing my eyes, I expect Soda to come in any minuet. He and the whole gang are worried. I mean I would too, your buddy goes to bed one night cut clean. Then you wake up he's all beat up and sick looking. Not to mention The fact I've almost passed out in front of them, due to pain three times. I always find a way to stay awake.

I'm fine, I tell myself, perfectly fine. I heard the door open, I tense up for a moment. I've also gotten jumpy. I was never like this before, ok well maybe at the very beginning when the deal started, but I calmed down after a while. Well I guess getting beat everyday can do that. I heard a soft voice, "Pony, time to get up." It's Soda, I have school today, yet I don't want to go.I want to stay home and sleep. At the same time I don't want to get behind on my class work. So many ups and downs.

"I'm not gunna eat breakfast,"I mumble tiredly. Sometimes I'll skip meals just to sleep a little. It's a bad habit, but I'm just so Tired, I can't really find a reason to care anymore. With out looking I know Soda, has a frown of concern. I want to tell him I'm fine, but all that comes out is a yawn.

I hear him walk out of the room. I feel myself begin to drift asleep, but I'm stopped when I heard two foot steps enter the room. Great he got Darry to come wake me up. I open an eye lazily,and stair at my brothers. Darry kneels down on my side of the bed, "Pony," He says softly, which wakes me up some at that tone. The tone he uses when someone is hurt or sick.

"Yeah?"

He glances at Soda the at me. He licks his lips, "On a scale of one to ten how tired are you?"

I blink at the question. Why was he asking me? Have I really been so tired looking that he has to ask? "twelve,"I whisper. I didn't want to make them worry, but I'm just so tired and I want to curl up and sleep forever.

his eyebrows knit together in worry, "Ok why don't you stay home and catch up on your sleep, ok Pony?"

I blink again, Darry the brother that hates me, just gave me permission to skip school to sleep? I want to say no, so I don't get behind, but all that comes out is a tired yawn and a "Tell one of the gang to get my makeup work please?"

Soda messed up my hair and say softly "Sure honey."

They leave the room, and I hear them and the gang in the other room. "Do You think he's coming down with something Dar?"

I can almost imagine Darry shaking his head "No, well maybe,I'm not sure. I do know its not normal to be that tired all the time. It worries me." Darry worried about me? Ha! Yeah right, he's just saying that for soda!

"Should someone stay here for the day?"

"No I think he'll be fine."

They continue to talk I try and listen but the sound of everyones voices pulls me deeper and deeper into sleep.

When I wake up next someone is shaking my shoulders. I'm still tired but not that bad I open my eyes and gasp. "Wh-what are you doing here ?!" Standing in front of me is none other than Anthony Cade.

Question flood my mind. What is he doing here? How did he get here? How does he know where I even live? My questions stop at a sudden blow to my stomach. "You think you could get away playing sick day huh?"

I shook my head, working on my emotionless mask. my mind is all mixed up and I feel dizzy, so it's not working all to well. He shakes me roughly, the world spins.

Pain takes its lead, punches, kick, insults, and anything you can think of. It's when he had me thrown into the corner of my room, bleeding and bruised that changes the whole deal forever.

As if by magic, the door slams open. We both freeze, shock, fear, and absolute worry pump threw my veins. I feel my world falling apart, everything's over all over. All I can think is that I'm screwed. Theirs man that has my collar in a death grip glaring at me as if I was the Devil will kill me, and when he's done with me he'll go after Johnny.

Johnny...

Oh man I really fucked up this time, not only am I going to get hurt so is Johnny. Not only did I put my life on the line I put Johnny's on the line as well. A small part of me says he was already on death row, I just delayed it. That is the part that says I'm a good person. That's also the part in charge of lying to me most of the time.

I don't care about anything anymore, all I can think is a way to save Johnny. I remember from a Sherlock Holmes book I read once the one where he finally meets professor moradi when he said:

" I would gladly except my own in the safety of the general or the public."

I guess that's kinda what got me into this deal I the first place. I would take a hit if Johnny would be happier. A voice snaps me from the thoughts "WHAT THE FUCK?! Get away from him you son of a bitch!"

I wince at the anger in that voice. I know it's not directed to me but still I wouldn't want to get in his line of fire. I'm instantly dropped on the floor with a sharp thud. I gasp at the pain it causes my ribs.

I look at the door way and swallow thickly my eyes meeting his. Eyes full of rage and confusion stair deep into mine. My now at this moment lost and confused puppy dog eyes. Something flashes threw them its gone before I figure out what it is. A bunch of words get mixed up in my mind. Only two stand out, a name to be exact.

Dallas. Winston.

Ahhh Dally knows! Dally knows! Oh my gosh! Panic! * runs around in circles freaking out *

I also don't own Sherlock holms.

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