Chapter 2: Socs, walks, and worries
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Ponyboy's POV
"You're a horrible brother! After everything I did, I died because of you!"
"Pony, why'd you run into that church? I can't believe you were ever my friend! You killed me! It's should have been you! You're a murder!"
"No!" I screamed; jolting out of bed. Sweat poured down my body, but I was shaking. It was just a dream, but it felt so real.
"Ponyboy!" I heard Darry yell as he walked into my room. "I'm trying to sleep! Stop crying like a baby," he griped.
I felt close to tears again. Darry sighed. "Look, I'm trying to toughen you up. It's only because I love you," he assured me. His mood swings were starting to give me whiplash.
"I know Darry. I love you." I felt disgusting saying that because it was a lie, I didn't love him. I loved my brother before Soda went to war, but this new Darry scared me.
X
When I woke up I was sore. It made getting ready difficult, every movement sent pain radiating throughout my body. I was still greasing my hair when Two-Bit arrived.
I finished greasing my hair and when I came out of the bathroom I saw Two-Bit sitting on the couch, eating cake and drinking beer.
"Come on, let's go, Two-Bit. I don't want to be late." I didn't need another thing to be yelled at by Darry.
"Bye Darry," Two-Bit called as we left. Darry just grunted, still hung-over from last night's drinking binge.
I was silent in the car. Last night's beating made it hard to sleep and I was tossing and turning all night.
"You okay Pony?" Two-Bit asked; he read me real easy sometimes.
"Just tired," I lied quickly. He bought the lie and tried to "cheer me up" by talking more. I found myself smiling, but that's just Two-Bit, he can make you smile and roll your eyes at the same time; just like Soda. They're both so childish. I wish I could hang out with him more often, he reminded me of my brother, but I couldn't because he was a senior when I was still a junior.
"Hey greaser," a Soc sneered at me as I walked in. I just rolled my eyes, which was a bad move. He grabbed me by my coat collar and shoved me against the locker.
"Hey!" I shouted and struggled to get free.
"Let the Kid down," Steve commanded and took a swing at the Soc. When he let go I fell and my ankle twisted. I quickly got up and pulled Steve back as a teacher came. He struggled, but I held on tight until he finally stopped struggling.
"Thanks Steve," I whispered as I hurried to class.
He smiled and clasped my shoulder, causing me to wince but I tried to hide it. "No problem. Let's get to class or else Darry'll skin you."
He was so right. I hurried to class because I knew that Darry would beat me if I was late.
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I wished that I could visit his grave, but I knew I needed to get home; Darry got off early today and would be mad if I was late.
I hurried into the house and into my room to start on my homework. Darry never came home, but I wasn't worried. He probably just went to Bucks to get drunk, again. No reason to worry, right?
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee