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Chapter 8

Darry huffed, his knuckles were white and large anger vains popped out of his body. Sodapop's eyes were wide and he couldn't breathe. Dallas sucked on his cigarette while an odd and awkward silence hovered over the Greasers at the kitchen table.

"He was...what?!" Darry's voice was low, yet poisonus. Soda for a few moment felt fearful, once he tried to leave his spot in the kitchen chair to comfort Ponyboy who was sleeping, but Darry grabbed him by the tail of his flannel shirt. Dallas sighed.

"Darry, I aint the one to snitch, but Ponyboy was sexualy violated on the city bus a while ago. I oveheard some Socs talking about doing it again." Dallas said. Darry was fumming mad you could see the steam come out of his nose when he heavily breathed.

"Anything else, Dally?"

"Nope." Dallas said. "I gave em' a beating, but I don't think that's nearly as much as you and Soda are gonna' give 'em when you get to 'em" Dallas was serious now.

Darry nodded. "Round up Tim Sheppard and his gang" Dallas smiled, knowing he could hear a rumbel about to start.

"Tell them to find the Socs and bring them to The park. You have one week, Saturday night, Soda and I, Along with Steve and Two-bit will all fight along side Tim's gang." Soda hissed. Clearly he wasn't happy about the rumble, but secretly he wanted justice. Darry let go of his shirt and he ran off to his and Ponyboy's room.

"Rumbles, I like them better than peanutbutter and jelly waffles!" Dally smiled, obviously he liked Sodapop's cooking.

"Go get Steve and Two-bit. Also tell Johnny about the rumble, but I don't want him fighting, I need him to stay with Ponyboy when we fight, I don't want Ponyboy knowing about the rumble." Darry said, sitting in the kitchen chair, hiding his head in his hands.

"Why?" Dallas asked, confused.

"Just go do what I told you to!" Dallas didn't need to be told twice to do that. He may be a mega-badass, but he wouldn't want to cross Darry on a bad day, neighter would he with Sodapop. Those two fight and won't stop till they see blood.

"A Wumble, a Wumble! I wanna' go!" Two-bit jumped for joy after Dallas had told them the news about the fight and Tim's gang being forced to join in.

Steve smacked his head. "It's rumble, ya' idiot! When do we start looking for there guys?" Dallas, Steve and Two-bit stood in the DX. Dallas assumed that he would tell Tim tonight at Buck's. Tim was bound to be there, he would tell him Darry's plan and then the four of them would go looking for the Socs Dallas recgonized.

"Porbably tomorrow, so don't cut school. You might see them there, I'll tell ya'll what they look like. One's tall, blonde and had on a red-hoddie. Another had black hair with a scar on his chin and the other two were semi-brunettes with football jerseys. They all must be in football, they all had on gym shorts when I saw them." Dallas said. "Don't skip school!"

Two-bit smiled. "Man, this fight's gonna' be kick-ass! I haven't had a good rumbled in a long time!"

"Yeah, the last time we had a rumble some person kicked Two-bit in the balls!" Steve laughed.

"I wasn't kicked in the balls!" Two-bit huffed his chest, embaressed. "I was just...had a cramp."

"In your lower parts? Either you need a doctor or it's fallin' off." Dallas smirked. Two-bit blushed and frowned, crossing his arms.

"So, when's the fight?" two-bit asked.

"Probably saturday, that's what Darry told me." Dallas smirked, ficking his hair a little bit. "Gotta' go, places to be, beer to drink, things to do...and chick to fuck, unlike Two-bit who can only wack off to Minnie" He clicked his tounge, walking off leaving Steve to shake his head and Two-bit annoyed.

"He's a dick." Two-bit said.

"Atleast he has one, unlike you." Steve said.

"You jackass!"

Sodapop looked on Ponyboy's desk, sadly smiling at the family pictures that were scattered all over the place. Pictures of simpler, easier, more exciting times. He saw one where He and Ponyboy are sleeping on Darry when the tree of them crashed on the couch after watching a movie. Another one had Ponyboy and his mother hugging each other.

Soda felt his heart pull at his chest.

That picture had fresh tears still on it.

"Ponyboy?" He asked, shaking Ponyboy gently.

Ponyboy didn't respond, even though he was wide awake, he kept his eyes closed to make it look like he was sleeping.

"Oh...Ponyboy." Sodapop sat on the bed, hugging Ponyboy, shedding a few tears himself and stroking Ponyboy's hair.

"Ponyboy...I'm your brother. Won't you tell me what's wrong?" Soda knew what was wrong, but he wanted Ponyboy to tell him what was wrong, he wanted Ponyboy to be honest with him and tell him was happened. Revenge could wait, he wanted to hear from his baby brother. The same brother he taught out to catch, to ride a bike, would walk to school with, he wanted his happy, love-to-read, baby-brother back. Not this strange teenager who looked lost, hurt and exposed.

"Pony..." Soda sniffed.

Ponyboy gulped. Daring not to wake up.

I'm disgusting. They'll hate me.

That little voice in the back of head was whispering to him again. It was telling him believeable lies that he took. He breathed slowly, to make it look like he was sleeping. It fooled Soda, because Soda eventually laid next to Ponyboy, still ugging him, still crying.

None of them got that much sleep that night.

Neither did Darry, who was in his own room, crying out of anger.

He truly felt, he betrayed his parents. He felt he didn't deserve the title of brother, how could he? He couldn't even keep Ponyboy safe.

Yeah, Sad chapter, slightly depressing, but hey, it's a chapter. Review for more :)

-Kylelover101