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My hands were shaking, my heart thumping in my chest. As I try and button the shirt Darry got me. Of all the things I could do on a Saturday this is defiantly not one of the things I wish to do. Nobody wants this. I've been trying so hard to get over my parents death so, the last thing is the state coming over for their monthly check up to remind my parents are gone.

The state, my hands stop on the middle button, it's been a week out of school and most of my life has been spent at the track running non-stop, or here reading, cleaning, or obsessing over my weight. It's become the only thing I can ever really focus on anymore. If I'm not reading or cleaning all I think of is the number that the red needle bobs at each morning.

I try and not to think about it much because when I do I forget everything else.

Once, on Tuesday actually, Darry had called me at home all by my lonesome and asked me to start dinner. I said I would and I did plan to, but somehow Darry came home to find me on the couch my legs pulled up to my chest and nothing on the stove.

So like a normal over worked stressed 20 year old, he yelled at me for not doing what he asked.

He ranted that he only asked me to do a small task that was, peel the potatoes and cut them up and boil them for mashed potatoes. That he asked me cause he was tired from working all day in the sun. That the least I could do was quit sitting on my butt and being lazy

Of course Ana threw in the fact that Darry was right. That I should be less worried about the fact that I'm a 'fat slob' and try and help my brothers out. That I was selfish for not doing it. It was like I had never heard of multi-tasking, I couldn't think and cook at the same time? Thinking and knowing this made me feel even worse.

So by the time Soda and Steve came in 10 minutes later with a smart mouthing Two-bit behind, I felt like I was crumbling.

I wanted to break and tell Darry I was Sorry; sorry for everything I'd ever done wrong. Sorry about mom and dad. Sorry about forcing him to give up his dreams. Sorry for being the reason Soda had a job at 16.

Sorry for not being perfect.

I didn't, I could only imagine what would happen if I did. I could imagine them thinking from here on out that something what awfully wrong and I needed help, but I didn't I was fine. Perfectly fine.

So to prove to my brothers and friends that I was fine I got up from the couch walked into the kitchen and pulled out a sack of potatoes and started peeling. Got the chicken and started seasoning, and all while I ignored the twist and grumbles from my stomach.

Ever since I cooked dinner at five, both of my brothers got out at six, this gave me the ability to lie and say I'd already eaten my dinner.

A knock at the door chased away my thought cloud. "You almost ready Kiddo? Mr. Hensley will be here soon."

was our case manager. He wasn't young but, at the same time he wasn't old as dinosaur either. He was middle aged late 30's or early 40's. He had black hair that was always kept short and slicked back like Darry's but with more grey hairs. I have a theory that if Darry keeps stressing out like he does that he won't be too far from being Mr. Hensley's twin. Mr. Hensley had beady green eyes, when he came over I felt like he was watching my and every move. He was slim and tall, and he stood with a bit of a hunch.

It was his attitude towards us the drove me crazy. He treated Darry like he was some abusive monster, when he would ask Darry questions the tone of his voice made me fear that if Darry didn't answer correctly that it would be the last time we would ever see him. Then Soda he treated like a normal person, not some kid who had lost his parents, or happy go lucky, no he treated him like he was a plain person who was just standing on a street corner. It made me twitch cause that's not the way to handle Soda, Soda was crazy off the walls, had too much energy for his own good, so to see someone treat him like he wasn't in any way special bugged the hell out of me.

Then me, oh golly, he treated me like I didn't know anything. Like I was a naïve little kid who knew nothing about the world around me. Like I didn't know my parents were dead that I thought they were on a vacation. He would talk to me in a slow steady voice with some much care and concern I wanted to puke. I wasn't a little kid, ok yeah I'm young but I am not three.

I finish buttoning my shirt quickly and opened the bathroom door, Soda was on the other side his hand raised like he was going to knock again. He lowered it and smiled, "Hey Pony! Ready to go down stairs?"

I nod at Soda slowly, and make my way down stairs soda trailing behind me, in the kitchen Darry was passing around in front of the stove. He looked at us, "Ponyboy, good you're dressed and ready. Great. Breakfast is on the table."

I turn my head to look at it, I hadn't eaten since Thursday and right now I was too stressed to really put up with added stress thanks to eating. So instead I give a small fake smile, "Ok thanks Darry." I sit down and start cutting up the food into small pieces and separating it by many different things. Color, shape size, what it was.

When the doorbell rings I've already sorted out my plate 6 times. When Darry and Soda leave to greet him I get up and dump it into the trash can and cover it with a napkin then rinse off my plate and fork and put them away.

Then Mr. Hensley comes in my brothers in tow, "There he is," he says in an overly animated voice. "Hi Ponyboy! How are you?" Golly this guys is going to be the reason I end up in prison as age 12.

I once again fake a smile. "Hi Mr. Hensley, I'm doing good, and you?" These things normally take about an hour, so I think I can make it through without blood being spilt.

Still when he smiles widely and cheesy at me I begin to question that possibility. "Good, Good."

Then it begins, He starts the way he always does, all of us sitting around the table he's spitting out questions left and right. Darry and Soda sit across the Table from us and I sit directly next to him. Although they try and play it off like it happened like this I can still see the faint smirks they have on their faces as Mr. Hensley pats my head.

Then Darry takes Mr. Hensley on a tour of our house, it routine like somehow magically Darry has turned out house into as torcher chamber and he pins Soda and I into the walls and beats us with whips and chains in under a month. Soda and I stay in the kitchen, during this I find it a good time to get a glass of water.

I'm starting to feel the effects of the adrenalin in this visit wear off. My head is starting to hurt, and I feel tired, I want to lay down and sleep forever. All I need is water, a nice cool glass of water will make me feel better. I drink it slowly and out of the corner of my eye I see Soda watching me.

I lower the glass to the counter, "What?"

He watches me and the way he analyzes me makes my skin crawl. I begin to feel that awful uneasy feeling I feel every time I feel like someone noticed something. That ice cold feeling that someone found out something they weren't supposed to know. Like at Two-bit's house when Mrs. Mathews looked at my plate and the look she gave me is way too close to how soda's looking at me now. "Pony have you-"

"Well Darryl, the house looks in good enough shape, just I need to speak to Ponyboy alone for a moment if you will."

On the bright side and Darry came in and stopped Soda from perusing whatever he was going on. Dark side was Mr. Hensley never asked to speak with me alone.

I look nervously between both Darry and Soda, they're both stiff because they know this isn't normal. They know this isn't what happens during the state visits, always says his good byes after the house tour.

Darry swallows thickly, "sure, go ahead. Soda and I will be in the front room."

I watch with pleading eyes as they file out of the room, then I shift my eyes to Mr. Hensley. He moves to one of the chairs and sits down, he gestures for me to do the same thing. I do hesitantly I might add. I do nothing but stair and wait for him to say something for a good five minutes.

Finally he clears his throat, "I asked your brothers to leave because I feel that you won't reply the same if there no in the room," he tells me in that stupid overly nice voice.

"What is it you want to ask?"

He swallows almost nervously and his eyes shift around the room, "just so you know I'm asking this out of your concern. No matter what you say you won't get in trouble no matter what. By me or anyone else."

I nod I don't like the feeling starting to grow in the pit of my stomach.

"Does your older brother Darry…feed you enough?"

I try not to let it show how on edge that puts me. What? What is he implying? That Darry starves me? What? No Darry doesn't do that, he would never. Not in a million years! In fact Darry works so hard just so it never comes to that!

I do what a good greaser would do and remain calm taking a slow steady deep breath threw my nose, "no sir, Darry feeds me."

"Are you sure, because I noticed you lost some weight, not just this time the last time I was here you were smaller then from when we first met."

I dig my finger nails into my knee "yes I'm sure."

He eyes the door way," if you're scared of Darry finding out you don't have to worry. I'll make sure he can't hurt you."

I feel the anger bubbling up rapidly, how this man dare accuse Darry of such a thing. Darry does his best to take care of us. I'm angrier that he thinks Darry is abusing me at the moment that I don't realize that this is the first time someone has ever been so close to finding out the truth.

No worries thought because later tonight it will hit me like a ton of bricks and I'll feel like I can't breathe.

I suck in a breath and stair him strait in the eye, "Look , I know you're worried about this being a danger to my safety and all, but Darry is the best guardian I could get. He works two jobs and is thinking about a third just so it never comes to that. The thing is though…"

I pause because what do I say? I'm fat so I stopped eating? Haha! No never. It was a very funny thought though. Good try. I release the grip on my knee and pull my best kicked puppy face:

"Ever since my mom and Dad died I've just not been hungry. I just think about how much I miss moms cooking and stuff I just can't…"

His face fills with sympathy," oh Ponyboy," he murmurs softly.

The fact he actually believes me makes me feel like my lying skills are better than I thought. After a moment he stands up with a nod, "try at least. I want 10 pounds by next visit or we'll have to look into getting you some therapy."

He doesn't notice that I go stiff as he walks out the door way. I feel like my world is breaking apart. In a minuet the ground will start shaking and water will flood into the windows, and no one will be able to save me. I'll be left to drown in a moment's notice.

I vaguely hear the front door open and slam shut. Then the sound of foot steps towards the kitchen. I try and pull it all back together before they enter but no such luck because Soda is sitting next to me a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong Pony? What did he say?"

10 pounds or therapy. I don't know what worse that's what's wrong.

I shake my head, "oh something about summer school programs." I grin weakly, "can you believe it this guy wants me to give up my summer! Oh the horror."

Darry chuckles softly behind me and Soda grins and tussles my hair softly saying something about it being a crime to take away a kid's summer.

I breathe easier and say I want to lay down that I woke up way too early for summer standards for the state and that I should be allowed another few hours of sleep. They both laugh at me and tease me on how the older I get the worse it will get.

Soda tells Darry good luck getting me out of bed before noon when I hit 16.

Honestly I just don't have the energy to deal with this anymore.

So I walk to my room slouching and feeling the weight and stress of everything.

I hear them laugh.

I lay down on my bed finally deciding something.

They launch into a new conversation filled with teasing and jokes.

10 pounds will always be worse than therapy.

Joining the conversation with my brothers is the best however.

Bahboom! Done!

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