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Chapter 17

He paused gazing up.

"Sorry, do you work here?" Ponyboy asked.

The raven soc only wickedly smirked. "It's been a while, Ponyboy"

Fear. For the first time in a short while, that's what Ponyboy felt. It clawed at the inside of his skull and quickly he tried to shut the door, but The Soc had already held him by the collar of his plaid shirt, yanked him out of the car and was rubbing highs against the Gas-pump.

"Figured you would have forgotten me, little Pony." The Raven smiled. "It's so wonderful to know you remember me."

How could Ponyboy forget. This was the same Soc that attacked him on the bus! The Soc tried to not wince as his ribs cracked. They still hurt from the rumble and he had Sodapop and Darryl Curtis to thank for that. But he couldn't help but harden at the sight of Ponyboy trying to squirm away from under him.

"You're pretty. . . like a girl, only hotter."

Ponyboy hated these remarks that was shushed into his ear.

"Someone hel-!" Ponyboy tried to call for help, but rudely his mouth was forced into a rough kiss and he tried to pull away as a wet, tongue deeply licked inside of mouth and down his throat. Ponyboy was red-hot and flustered with the way the Soc was grining on him.

When the Soc pulled away with after what felt like forever, the Soc smirked.

"We're gonna' have some public fun."

Ponyboy tried to scream but a rag nearby was tied to his mouth as he was pushed to the ground, beside the car so no one could really see them.

"If you behave, this will go quickly." The soc smirked, sliding his hand down Ponyboy's pants. Ponyboy screamed as loud as he could when his hand came in-contact with the head of his shaft. He was touching him!

He's touching me again!

Insanity laughter and a innocent cry was heard as Curly Shepard kicked a bottle walking to the DX.

"The fuck?" He slowly asked himself. He began walking to (What he didn't know was) Two-bit's car and held was shocked. There was Ponyboy being given a hand job by some Soc. Curly grit his teeth in anger as he pulled the Soc off of Ponyboy, hearing someone crack as the Soc yelped in pain from being jerked too roughly. Curly bgan kicking at his head and Ponyboy sat up, his pants being pulled up and the rag out of his mouth. He was going to stay and watch his "rescuer" instead he ran towards the station, running into Sodapop with open arms.

"Oh, Honey, what's wrong?" Soda asked, he, Steve and Two-bit were talking but once they saw Curly Shepard kicking the crap out of something by Two-bit's car they went to investigate only to see Ponyboy running towards them.

Ponyboy whimpered and sobbed.

I wasn't strong. . . I'm weak.

Soda held Ponyboy for what felt like an eternity; but he didn't mind. What happened to his baby brother? Curly had kicked the Soc away until he was limbing, trying to run from the Greaser. Steve held Curly back.

"What the hell, Shepard?!" Steve screamed.

"He was-!"

Curly stopped looking over at Ponyboy, the fourteen-year-old was sobbing into his brother's chest while Soda rubbed his back.

"What happened to Ponyboy, Curly." Two-bit demanded to know.

Curly felt disgusted he had seen that the Soc clearly was touching Ponyboy in his private area, slowly stroking the member of an innocent boy. Curly wouldn't normally care about rape-incidences, but Ponyboy was. . . special to him.

"He. . . was being touched." Curly held back his mouth for cursing.

Two-bit kicked his tire as Steve sighed, face palming. "Again?"

Curly's ears perked up. Again? What did Steve mean by that?

"What do you mean: Again? This happened before?" Curly demanded to know. Steve narrowed his eyes stepping closer to the curly-haired greaser.

"That's none of your business. Now if you tell anyone about what happened to Ponyboy, I'll slice you!" Steve never stuck up for Ponyboy, why this time he had no clue, maybe the kid was growing on him or something. Or maybe he was tired of seeing the little greaser suffer. Curly cocked an eyebrow, an indicator that he was going to mouth off.

"Oh, and you shouldn't?"

"I'm in the same gang as him! You're not. Now if you're not going to buy anything, you can leave!" Steve tromped off inside the DX where Soda was calling Darry to pick up Ponyboy and Two-bit was patting Ponyboy in the head for reassurance.

Curly muttered some curses as he stomped off, Steve haulted.

Why did he feel so protective of Pony just now?

Johnny was in-charge of watching Ponyboy when Darry went back to work. Just before Darry left, it was all hugs for Ponyboy, not matter how hard the younger greaser tried to push away as promises of his favriote dinner and movie were to be granted later that night.

Johnny sat next to a shivering Ponyboy who sat in the tub.

"Need more hot water?" Johnny asked.

Ponyboy shook his head, a curtain divided the boys, but Ponyboy didn't want to be left alone. Not like last time when he wanted to shun away the whole world.

"No, I'm not cold. . . I'm just. . . I'm scared, Johnny." Ponyboy sniffed. Still Johnny turned the hot-water fauset and the tub was filled with warmer water.

"I thought I was brave. . ." Ponyboy cried. "But I'm not. I got scared and he touched me again!"

Johnny's frown deepened as he sat on the floor and sighed.

"I don't think you're weak, Pony. I think that. . . maybe you just need reminding that you're brave. Everyone needs that." His voice became soft as Ponyboy sniffed.

"Darry needs to be reminded that things will be okay." Johnny continued, his mind at a setting state. "Steve needs to be reminded to back off, Soda needs to be reminded that he is smart; and sometimes, " Johnny laughed. "Sometimes Two-bit needs to be told to shut-up, cause he's too loud." Ponyboy pulled away a bit of the curtain to look at Johnny.

"Even Dally, needs to be reminded he's not alone. And neither are you, Ponyboy. You are brave." Johnny gave a weak smile. That Ponyboy returned, softly. He felt a little better, but he was still scared. Johnny left so Ponyboy could dry off after his "shame-bath" and in the mirror Ponyboy could see some faded scars from when he had cut himself. When Soda and Darry found out, Ponyboy had never seen his brothers so frightened. . .so helpless.

He frowned, covering his arm with a sweatshirt. No. He wouldn't do it. He would be like Johnny said he was: Brave

Ponyboy was fully dressed and Johnny couldn't help but admit he was surprised when Ponyboy asked him to help with dinner. That evening as the table was set and dinner was ready to be eaten, Ponyboy sat at the kitchen table with Johnny, nervous and anxious. Why? He had no clue. Soda burst threw the door with Darry after him and the two stopped in their tracks seeing Ponyboy at the table with dinner laid out.

Soda looked confused and Darry, Stunned.

"Um. . . "Ponyboy stood. "Let's all eat together!" He didn't have to force this smile.

Soda grinned back, hopping to the table while Darry softly smiled back. Later Two-bit came, at first he had intentions of apologizing to Ponyboy, thinking it was his fault since he did leave him alone in the car, but to his amazement he was greeted at the door by Ponyboy himself, offering dinner. Steve came in soon afterwards, trying not to gaze into the green-eyes as he too was offered dinner.

Dallas came but crashed on the couch, so Ponyboy saved him a plate for later. That night as Soda tucked Ponyboy in for bed (he'd take a shower then join him later) he kissed the top of his head, surprised how Ponyboy didn't flinch.

"Pony. . . are you alright?" Soda asked, worried.

Ponyboy bit his lip. "Well, I'm not okay, but I'm fine, I guess."

Soda cradled Ponyboy's head, laying the auburn on his head. "Tell me, baby. Tell me everything."

"Well, Soda. He. He did. . . touch me." Ponyboy stuttered. Soda's blood boiled with anger, but he dare not let Ponyboy see that. "But, It's not okay. Even though it's not okay, I am okay because I am strong."

Ponyboy continued. "I'm not weak and I won't let him have the satisfaction of seeing me like that."

Soda sadly smiled. "You're growing up, baby. Don't it's a trap."

Ponyboy giggled as Soda planted another kiss on his brow. "Also, Soda-"

Soda nodded, wanting him to continue.

"I want. . .to move out."

"Of the house?" Soda asked, confused.

"No, of the room. Your room. I'll go back to my room." Ponyboy insisted. Soda laughed, shaking his head.

"No, no, baby. You're much too vulnerable now, Ponyboy." Soda clicked his tounge. Ponyboy's eyes narrowed.

"Why not? I'm fourteen-"

"It doesn't matter,"

"But Soda I'm brave enough to-"

"It doesn't matter if you're brave or not, Ponyboy. just. . . give yourself some time to adjust. Baby-steps, okay?" Soda made it sound like he was compromising with Ponyboy so Ponyboy just sighed and nodded, yawing. Ponyboy was laid back on the pillow and tucked in once more as the light was turned off and Soda mumbled something about being back in ten minutes.

In the shower Soda's blood boiled with rage.

No way was his younger brother leaving now! Soda didn't like Ponyboy being out of arm's reach in public from him.

Deep down, the blonde was just scared that Ponyboy was leaving him. No, not after he's being touched by perverted Socs and that hormonal brain of his thinks he's strong and brave! No way.

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