Filthy Paradise

"It's Okay To Cry"

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Ponyboy's Pov

Sugar leaves with an indescribable expression planted on her bruised face. She's just angry at the world, right? She's still messed up after 2 years with mom and dad being gone. She's so young and hurt by the world; she's so fragile its amazing how she's still stuck together. I'm pretty sure she's coming unglued and it's definitely not pretty.

"Darry, do you know what's wrong with Sugar?" I ask staring at the spot she laid and cried in front of everyone.

"I don't know what's wrong with her kid, but she's going to be okay." Darry reassures me.

"You do realize she may not love herself." I state to everyone. "It's just a thought thrown out there." My hand runs through my overly greased hair, that's the way I like it though. Slick enough to cause an oil spill.

"I don't understand why she wouldn't love her self though." Steve states.

"Why do you care?" I spit with anger. I know how Sugar feels about Steve and how Steve feels about Sugar.

"I'm just, I'm just worried about her." He stutters over his words as he scratches the back of his neck.

"I'm sure you are." I spit back with sarcasm.

"Don't even start with me kid." Steve shouts standing up.

"I'm starting something, are you going to be able to finish it?" I ask as I stand up too. Steve and I stand face to face with both of our nostrils flared and hands tight in fists.

"Ya I will be able to, the question will you?" Steve asks in response to my question.

"Ya.." I reply back puffing my chest out to seem more manly and imitating.

Steve and I stare down each other just passing hot air from our mouths into the small space of air between us. Steve's taller so he has more of an advantage to look scarier and more imitating.

"Boys cool it!" Darry shouts stepping in between us and pushes me back slightly. "Fightin won't solve anything." He states.

"I'm cool." Steve states while popping up his collar.He walks away before giving me a glare.

Silence fills the open air as we all just sit in the living room watching t.v. Looking at the clock on the wall, it's reads half past midnight. I feel like none of us are going to sleep, my eyes feel tired but not my body and brain. Sugar's hurt voice and watery eyes stick in my head, it won't leave. She's so hurt. How could none of us notice? I need answers from her and real answers.

"I'm off to bed you guys don't stay up to late now." Darry advises as he gets up from the chair and walks towards his bedroom.

"G'night Darry." I call out. My hand rubs down my face stressfully.

My body begins to feel fatigued as I sit there staring at the t.v. Two-bit's passed out on the floor due to an excessive amount of alcohol. Dally went to Buck's about an hour ago just after Sugar went to bed. Johnny's went home for tonight, no matter how many times I told him to stay here. His folks got a problem with beatin poor Johnnycakes. Steve and Soda's talking at the kitchen table as they play cards quietly, now and then their eyes peek over here.

Darry's Pov

Opening the door I see Sugar curled on the bed underneath the thin covers. Soft snores escape her mouth as she scrunches up her nose and moves positions. Just realizing that the light is on, I turn it off with a shake of my head and a chuckle. Flipping the switch I remove my clothing and put on pj bottoms and a white tee. Slipping underneath the covers I lay on my back. Turning my head I stare at Sugar. She now lays facing me, the cut is placed on the pillow and her arms are crossed over her chest. Taking in all her features I realize just how fragile she really is. Moving a piece of her brown hair to behind her ear.