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Pony coughed as he saw the flaming red embers encase him and his vision goes dark until…
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“Pony—I-I didn’t mean to!” Darry exclaims watching his little brother about to run out.
Pony’s hand pauses on the door knob for some reason. A voice in the back of his head telling him he shouldn’t run out. The voice stops and makes him think about what would probably happen if he did. He then remembered how cold it was outside and the fact it’s 2 am. If Darry wasn’t so mad at him, he’d probably be overjoyed that Pony is using his head for once.
He sighs and turns around, not meeting Darry in the eye as he walks past them quickly, avoiding Darry’s outstretched hand.
He goes to his and Soda’s room and takes off his clothes shivering slightly just now realizing how cold he is, getting in his pajamas. He gets in bed, going on his side and looking out the window. He touches his cheek lightly where Darry slapped him and winces. He knows it’s red with a Darry sized handprint.
Darry’s never hit him. No one in his family has hit him. He knows deep down, Darry was just scared of losing him and Soda. Still, he won’t get this night out of his head; the pure rage on his face and how easily he hit him. In the back of his mind, he can’t help but wonder if Darry truly does hate him and just wants to get rid of him.
He becomes so lost in thought, he doesn’t feel the bed dip down and the sheets go up. He feels an arm go over his back.
“Pony? You okay?” Soda’s soft voice asks.
Pony just shrugs. He’s just grateful at the moment that he didn’t run out with no coat. He feels Sofa rub his shoulder and sighs.
“Darry…he didn’t mean it. He immediately regretted hitting you. We talked for a few after you came in here. You guys should talk in the morning okay?”
Pony just nods because he’s cold and tired and he just wants to sleep.
Soon, he falls asleep just remembering the little voice in the back of his head telling him to stay.
Wonder what that was.