Hey there: this is wat happens when Pony came home from the lot
Disclaimer: dnt own any of the characters (L)
Sometimes I think Ponyboy has no concept of time. He's always home late for supper because he forgets what time it is. I gave him my watch once, the one mom gave me for my birthday but he broke it. So I wasn't surprised when Darry and me came home from work and Pony wasn't there. It was around 8 o'clock and it was pretty dark. I sat in front of the T.V and ate some leftovers while Darry made some phone calls.
"Where is he?" Darry suddenly said. I looked at the clock. It was almost 10pm.
"Don't worry, he's probably still with Johnny and Dally. He'll be here soon" I said with confidence. The truth was, I was worried about him but I didn't want to show it to Darry. Just a couple of days ago Pony got jumped by 5 Socs and they even pulled a knife on him. He should'nt've been out that late.
"What should I do? Should I call the police?" Darry said. He looked so worried. He was always worried about Ponyboy just the way parents are with their first baby. He just wants to protect him from everything. I guess he doesn't realise how controlling he's become. I know Pony hates it. He doesn't see how much Darry cares about him.
It was 1am and Darry was starting to boil. I could feel it but nothing I said would cool him off.
I was tired so I closed my eyes for a while on the couch.
Then I heard Darry shouting, "Where the heck have you been? Do you know what time it is?"
Pony was finally home. He was wearing my old sweat shirt. I knew Darry would say something about that since it was freezing cold outside.
"It's 2 o'clock in the morning! Where were you?" Darry shouted
"Yeah where you been Pony?" I asked. I just wanted to let him know that I wasn't angry with him, that he shouldn't be scared.
Pony was shivering "I was talking to Johnny and I feel asleep in the lot, I didn't mean to"
"I forgot! I didn't mean to! That's all I ever hear from you! You never use your head!"
"Darry come on" I said. He was getting carried away.
"You keep your trap shut. I'm sick and tired of you sticking up for him, you hear me!" he shouted. It was like he was a different person.
"Don't you yell at him!" Ponyboy screamed but Darry, out of frustration turned and slapped him so hard, that he banged against the door.
I couldn't believe what just happened. No body ever hit anybody in my family. We just didn't believe in that sort of thing, especially out of anger.
But before anyone had time to think, Ponyboy was out the door, running as though his life depended on it.
Darry went to go after him but I held him back.
"Just leave him alone" I said. I could hide my anger.
"Don't look at me like that" Darry pleaded
I didn't realise I was staring at him but I was so mad at him.
"You didn't have to do that" I said
"I know!" he snapped. I could tell he felt guilty but that didn't make up for anything.
He flopped down on the couch, his head in his hands.
"He hates me doesn't he?" he said looking up at me. He had tears in his eyes, which surprised me. I'd never seen Darry cry before.
I didn't reply. He was right. Ponyboy did hate him and now no one could do anything about it.
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