OOPS, SORRY FOR NOT UPDATINGGGGGGGGG I js realized that the plot was starting to

get juicyyyy. Hopefully I'm not rushing things, reviews help A LOT and I may even take in a few

suggestions for the plot. Btw, I am so grateful for all the people who actually want to commission

me, but my finances aren't sorted out yet, so I may not reply to all the emails. I'm just looking for

fellow writers out there who want the story line to be changed or if you even want I can stop

writing! Hehe procrastination- sigh

Everyone Pov:

The message ran through Pony's brain over and over again. "What did Darry do? Why is

Sheldon after me? What are they planning?

Am I a burden? Is life really better without me? Am I the reason Darry

will never get out of Tulsa? If I drowned would life really-"

BANG!

The door smacked loudly against the wall causing Pony to jump.

"HONEY I'M HOMEEEEEEEEEEE!" Two-Bit's obnoxious voice followed by his signature hyena

laugh made Ponyboy groan. He forced himself to push any thoughts about the call into the back

of his head.

"Shut the fuck up, they shoot you up in the stichin' room?" Steve muttered, but his tone showed

no bite. Dally shoved past the two, holding his side and threw himself on the couch. Johnny

limped into the room and gave a shy nod to Pony. Dally scooched down the couch after noticing

Johnny awkwardly leaning against the wall. Timidly Johny sat down, but relaxed once Dally

pulled in him for a noogie with his good arm. Darry looked around and cracked a rare grin after

noticing all the cleaning done and Soda threw off his shoes then plopped on the floor beside

Steve. While everybody was lost on the tv screen with Donald chasing after Daisy, Ponyboy

took that as a chance to slip into his room.

The door shut lightly behind him, and Ponyboy sank to the floor. His brain was flooded with

dread and anxiety. He had tried so hard to push it all back, but he gave in to the brand new

voices overpowering his good conscience. At first, he was worried for his lifeline about

Sheldon's threat, but the dark entity started to whisper bad things about himself again.

Suddenly, a thudding sound resonated through his bedroom. Ponyboy didn't acknowledge it at

first, still stuck in his cursed thoughts, but the sound got repeatedly louder. At one point, it got

unignorable, and so he went to investigate. Stones were flung into his window, big but not big

enough to crack it.

"What the hell?" He muttered and opened the window, the thudding ceased and the patter of

disappearing footsteps were heard. Ponyboy leaned out to try and spot whoever did this, and let

out a string of curses that would've made even Dallas blush. He was about to shut it when he

noticed a white envelope he hadn't noticed before.

The envelope was ripped open and the contents spilled onto the floor. A small palm-sized note

landed on the floor along with a series of newly dried photos. He crouched down and gathered

all of the photos together. One by one, he flipped through each and gasped. All of the photos

were about him, and most of them were private. He found photos of him with the gang, him

crying in his bedroom after the loss of his parents, Soda sleeping with him except his face was

zoomed in, and multiple shots of him running in track. Then, a horrified expression struck his

face and he dropped the entire stack. Photos of him naked and showering turned up from the

pile.

Instantly, his face burned bright red and he stood shocked. With a shaking hand, he reached for

the note and turned it over.

—- "You know who I am, and I know you too well, Cig Boy. Your beautiful ass will be all mine

one day."