I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! My life is hectic and plus I'm not into Outsiders as much as I used to be, I'm more into Suite Life now, and I'm starting to get into the Cirque Du Freak too. But, thanks to all my readers who are sticking with me and my very slow updates, you guys rock!
Darry was worrying more and more about his brothers. They were getting worse. It's been a week since the day both his kid brothers got jumped and Soda still hasn't been going to work. He's close to being fired. Soda's lucky that his boss likes him so much and that he had a replacement or he would have already been fired.
Pony wouldn't talk to anybody, but Soda. Sure, he's always been a quiet kid, but now he's a mute. The only time Pony opens his mouth to the gang is to scream and yell when they touched him.
That's another thing; Pony didn't like to be touched. He would completely freak out if you did. Only Soda could touch him. Pony's nightmares were a constant thing and they were worse than the ones he had after their parents passed away. Darry could see the lack of sleep in both of his brothers' eyes.
Soda has barely been eating and Pony hasn't been eating at all. Soda wasn't his happy go lucky self, he looked and sounded dead. He talked, but wasn't the usual chatterbox he always was. He got angry easier too. His over protectiveness for Ponyboy increased times ten.
Soda and Pony wouldn't leave each others side. Soda wouldn't go anywhere without Pony and vice versa. They barely ever left the house and they spent most of there time in their room.
And frankly Darry has had enough. He made Soda go to work today. It took a while and it made Darry two hours late for his own job, but it was worth it, because for the first time in a week Soda had left Pony's side and went to work.
Darry made sure Two-bit could stay with Pony, because he refused to leave his baby brother alone.
So, here Soda was working on some car at the DX with his best buddy who he was basically ignoring.
Every chance Steve got he would spare a glance at his best friend. He looked horrible. He had dark purple bags under his once dancing, but now dead brown eyes and he looked very thin. He looked like a zombie.
Steve cursed silently under his breath. He wanted to beat the shit out of the Socs who had taken the life out of his best friend and the youngest member of the gang. With Soda and Pony being like this … it was hurting the gang. They couldn't take it if they lost them; they had lost too much already.
The Socs had already taken so much from them. If it wasn't for them Dally and Johnny wouldn't be dead. First they took Dally and Johnny from them and now they're trying to take Soda and Pony, but they won't give them up without a fight.
The gang will do whatever it takes to bring the brothers back to normal.
Steve wanted to murder those son of a bitches, but since Soda and Pony won't talk to them about their attackers, he had no idea who they were, so him and Two-bit just jumped every Soc they run into.
Then all of the sudden Steve's broken out of his thoughts by someone shouting,
Steve looked down at Soda who was doing the tires on the car they were working on, because he had instantly froze up, the wrench in his hand falling to the floor with a loud clanging sound.
Steve then turned to the opening of the garage to see a group of Socs.
"What the fuck do you sit bags want?" Steve sneered.
The blonde Soc smiled that sickly smile down at Soda.
"Just came by to tell this blonde greaser here that I had a great time with his brother last week and that'd I'd loved to do it again sometime soon, but next time I won't be so selfish and share the little whore with my friends."
Steve froze at those words. What did he mean by little whore?
Soda on the other hand had stood up immediately, clenching his teeth angrily, his eyes wild and murderous as he looked at the blonde Soc, his hands shaking in anger as he clenched them into fists at his side.
It was him. That guy-no, no human being could do the cruel things he had done to his sweet, innocent baby brother. He was no man, he wasn't even a monster, no he was much worse than that.
Soda has never hated anybody so much before. He has never wanted to kill somebody in his life, oh but how he wanted to kill that bastard.
He was the one who had hurt Pony in every possible way. He was the one who had finally broken his baby brother. He was the one who had ruined their lives.
"He ain't no whore, ya all are just a bunch of sick fucks whose girlfriends don't want ya, so you go out and rape poor innocent boys! Well, just so ya know, ya are done fuckin' around with my brother, because I will not and I repeat will not let you touch him ever again!"
Those words floated around Steve's head, until it finally clicked. The Socs didn't just hurt the brothers, but one of them raped Pony and Soda was forced to watch? What the fuck? Steve knew the Socs were fucked up, but he didn't know they would go this far … that they would do something this low. This was way worse than what Soda had explained to Darry. Why'd he lie? Darry needed to know about this,
These Socs needed to die.