The sequel will be set a few months later and Rose will make another appearance or two. It will focus mainly on Pony, Johnny, and Dallas. Pony's going to learn how to walk again(that's the only spoiler you're getting out of me)!
I sat alone in the living room, waiting for Darry and Soda to get home. School had been hard. I hated the way everyone had to look down to speak to me, and how some people were so stupid that they'd raise their voice, as though I was deaf, not crippled. The shock of what happened to me had finally worn off and people were used to me again. I was relieved.
School wasn't the same without Johnny, though. I missed him. I missed talking to him. I missed everything about Johnny. He was my best friend, and only a letter every few weeks wasn't cutting it.
"Hey, Pony!" Soda said as he came into the living room with Darry trailing behind.
Darry and Soda had been in much better moods lately, mainly because I was. I think they thought I was over losing my leg and everything, but what they didn't know was that I was just beginning to comprehend what happened to me, and it was scaring me.
But for my brothers' sake, I acted as best I could that everything was fine, though on the inside, it wasn't.
"How was school, bud?" Darry asked as he sat down next to me on the couch.
"Boring as ever." I said, fighting to make the smile look real.
"Isn't it always?" Soda asked, as he came back from the kitchen with two glasses of chocolate milk. He handed me one, and then sat in Darry's chair.
"What are you doin' in my seat, little brother?" Darry asked in a fake-threatening voice.
"What are you doing on the the couch, big brother?" Soda asked, laughing at his own joke.
"You're hopeless." Darry said as he got up and walked past Soda, ruffling his hair on the way.
"Don't mess with the hair!"
"You're such a woman."
"That's it!" Sodathen charged after Darry and jumped on his back.
"It ain't gonna work, little buddy." Darry said at Soda's attempt to knock him down. Darry grabbed Soda's arms and threw him over his shoulder. Soda landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"Ow!" Soda cried from the floor.
"Baby." Darry teased as hestepped overSoda and closed the door to his room behind him.
Soda got up, rubbing his back and walked back to the couch to sit by me.
"So what's up with you today?" Soda asked as he sat down.
"You feeling okay?"
"Not talking much?"
Soda smiled at me.
"You crazy kid." He said, ruffling my hair.
"Don't mess with the hair!" I mocked.
Walking. I missed it. The doctors kept saying that there was hope that I could walk, with an artificial leg if my leg would heal correctly. I still hadn't had the bandages taken off, but it would come soon enough, I guess.
This was better. I was no longer with the older men who scared the living day-lights out of me. Sure, there were several guys here who scared me to death, but I could relate to most of them. Most of these guys were Greasers, too.
I should be able to smile. I didn't get the death sentence or anything. I only have to be in here for a year. And when I get out, I won't have to go back to my parents.
But that was what bothered me.
My parents didn't even put up a fight when they heard that I was being taken away from them. They didn't care, like I always hoped they one day would. But it wasn't to be.
But what really scared me was who I was going to be taken to when I get out of here.
Johnny was going to be okay. He had to be.
I was relieved with the outcome of his trial. If he had gotten worse than that, I probably would have busted him out of there, or worse.
I still felt guilty for getting him into this mess. I had tried several kinds of drugs. Right now, I was trying weed, and I liked it because I didn't feel hooked on it.
I just wish I didn't need drugs to feel happy.
"Hey, Soda. Is Pony okay?" I asked as I stepped into his room.
"Yeah, at least that I know of. Why?" He replied.
"No reason. I just thought if something was wrong he would have told you."
"He hasn't told me anything. He seems fine. He's much better than he had been."
"Yeah." I still could remember the hopelessness in his eyes a few weeks ago. He didn't talk then. He barely lived. I was glad that part was over.
"I just hope if something is wrong, he'll tell us."
"I'm sure he will." Soda reassured me.
I just hope he's right.
I don't know why Darry is worrying about Pony so much. He's been fine lately. He's even been gaining his weight back.
I'm proud of Pony for getting through this. He's had it rough these past couple of months. It was bad enough losing Mom and Dad. But to add losing his leg? I don't know how he's made it this far.
I don't know if I would even.
I hope Darry and Soda don't suspect anything is wrong. They're in our room talking right now. I never like it when they talk alone. It means something's up.
Darry walked out of the room and saw me. He smiled at me.
"Hey, Pony." He said as he stepped over to the couch.
"Hey." I said in response.
"Yeah. Why?" I felt the panic welling up.
"No reason. I was just wondering."
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine." I said.
Soda came out of our room and sat down on the other side of me.
"'Don't worry about you?' Ha! That's a laugh. Darry wouldn't survive if he wasn't allowed to worry every minute of every day."
"Shut up." Darry said angrily.
"It's true, though. Isn't it?" I said.
"Pony, you've got to understand. It's my job to worry about you. You've been through so much, and I just want to make sure you're okay. You know, you weren't okay for a long time."
I'm still not. But I didn't say anything.
"Pony, you're smart and you have a family who loves you. Bad things have happened to you, and I don't understand why. But Soda and I are always here for you. Please, know that." Darry said, tears dampening his eyes.
"I know that, Darry. I know." I said.
I leaned over and buried my face in his chest. Darry hugged me close, and then Soda hugged me, too.
How I wish I could tell them everything was fine. But things weren't. And I didn't know when they ever would.
In the mean time, I've found a new love through the show Numb3rs.If you haven't seen it, I HIGHLY recommend it.