Love and hate

Chapter 7

(Darry's P.O.V)
I took y/n into her room and gave her a good beating. The little rat how could anyone especially my brother admire her. She's worthless and nothing i finished up with her amd imocently walk I told the living room to see pony and Pepsi cola sharing some cake and watching Tv "y/n is getting ready for bed." I lie they both nod but pony looks worried he better not be getting suspicious. Ponyboy starts biting his nails and after being with someone for 14 years you learn their habits and pony only bites his nails when he knows something is up.

(Ponyboy's P.O.V)
Y/n and Darry go into her room to "chat" she comes out looking miserable and Darry acts very weird. Soda gets some cake and joins me on the couch a few minutes later we hear slightly whimpering I brush it off and don't think twice about it a few minutes later Darry comes into the living room. The first thing i notice is his belt it's gone where they-no. I try to forget that though "y/n is just getting ready for bed." Darry tells us I shrug and turn back around but can't help but be worried. Darry would never hurt y/n would he? I begin to bite my nails I hope nobody notices my habit of this.

(Soda's P.o.v)
While y/n and Darry are talking in her room me and pony both turn as we start to hear whimpering and whipping sounds. I turn back before pony not thinking anything of it. " they are probably just messing around." I think to myself I turned my focus back to the TV.

(Your P.o.v)
I finished crying and walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and see a bunch of bruises and large gashes with blood all over my arms and legs my side hurts really bad so I lifted up my shirt to see a huge deep bleeding cut. I knew that this was makeup and I had to get to the hospital I hurriedly up over my bruises and around my eyes to cover up the redness from crying I put on my black ripped jeans, I red sweater and my white converse. I run out into the kitchen and until Soda and Pony. " what happened." I left my shirt to reveal the huge gash Darry's face turned to bright red and he Storms over. " I fell into my nightstand" I quickly say I hear darry sign, in relief " Oh my gosh y/n are you OK?!" Soda, and Pony start hugging me, and Soda lift up my shirt to check it out again "Dang y/n that's a pretty bad cut lemme take you to the hospital." Tells me I walk to the car limping and trying not to cry.

(Soda's P.o.v)
Y/n front out of her bedroom, looking hotter than ever. I see her holding her side and give her a confused look. She pulls up her shirt and a blank and surprise and her. " I fell into my nightstand." She says I didn't realize the humongous gash and me and Ponyboy rush over to her I left it her shirt to check it out. She doesn't seem to mind. " Dang y/n that's a pretty bad cut. Lemme take you to the hospital." I tell her she smiles and nods and continues limping to my car.

(Ponyboy's P.o.v)
Me and soda were just chilling and watching TV and y/n comes running out of her room. She looked like she been crying, but I couldn't really tell she lift up her shirt and Darry looks mad. I wonder why he would be mad. She tells us she fell into her nightstand lie. She tells us she she's okay Why does she keep lying?! Does she think I can't see it on her face in her eyes? She's my best friend why is she lying to me? Soda and I rush up to her and start comforting her. I give her a big hug and she buries her face in my shoulder. She looks like she wants to cry, but she can lift up her shirt. He blushes a little and I roll my eyes. " lemme take you to the hospital." so tell her she nods and limp out the door and two sodas car. Darry chuckled and trots his room why would Darry laugh?! it isn't very funny I signed and run to my room. I change and brush my teeth and climb into bed. I stare at the ceiling for a while, thinking about. Darry,  y/n, Mom and Dad. Everything that popped into my mind, I contemplated I settle down and close my eyes a horrible thought popped into my head, but I blink and shake it off " it was just a thought." I think to myself. " he wouldn't...would he?"