Filthy Paradise

"Oh Man She's Drunk"

Honestly idk if anyone really likes this story. I'm not going to delete this story though I find that writing a story that doesn't pertain to One Direction really helps me venture away from that sort of familiarity.

Guys Ik what happened to Ponyboy in the future.(It's a prediction I made) Ponyboy becomes Foyet, the reaper in Criminal Minds. He changed his name and all that jazz. He couldn't take the pain of losing Johnny and Dally anymore, so he became a serial killer. He studied for weeks on end perfecting the use of a knife, where to stab (to not kill) and where not to stab (to kill)Thomas C. Howell is amazing, love him!

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Ponyboy's Pov

After the encounter with Sugar, my brain has been racing with images of her bruised body on the ground. She's so hurt. That's my kid sister back there. She's been roughin it badly. She makes me realize that she's tuff, real tuff. She's tough and tuff like Dally. Black and blue colors all over her once clean face. Dirt piles on every inch of her skin, clings to her clothes and hair. It piles underneath her fingernails like she's a thief in the night. Her knuckles are covered in dried blood and scattered bruises. We need to get her home, she needs to be home. Sugar's unwell, she's really unwell.

"Whatta ya mean you talked to her? Why isn't she home then?" Darry's voice booms inside the house.

I stay seated on the paint chipped steps taking long drags off of my cigarette. My eyes squint looking around the yard. I can't get her face out of my head when she told me she wasn't coming home. She needs to come home. I want her to come home.

"She needs to be home. She's probably delusional." Darry shouts. "We need to go find her." He pleads.

I fling the weed from my fingers onto the ground. Simply looking at it as the cherry slowly burns. I walk down the step and squish it out with the toes of my beat up converse. All I think about is how Sugar smokes now, that makes her look tuff too. It makes her look untouchable; the Soc's don't seem to think so though. They've beat her as bad as poor Johnny. They got Johnny bad one time, he cried. Johnny's parents beat him, yet he doesn't cry, but those Soc's caused him to fear his own shadow. When Sugar walks she stumbles and limps. Her eyes are ringed with old black eyes. Her lips are busted open from one to many punches to the mouth. Indents of rings frame a bit of her forehead and upper cheekbone. Her eyes, god her icy, blue eyes have become cold and hard. They no longer show emotion.

"Pony, get in here." I hear Dally shout.

I turn away and run up the steps, throwing open the screen door to have it close with a loud bang. Nobody flinches but Johnny; he flinches at everything nowadays. Will Sugar flinch at every loud noise too? "What?" I ask running my hand through my greased hair, making sure it's staying in place.

"We're gonna go find Sugar." He states standing up from the recliner.

"Why us?" I ask.

"Well, Two's too lazy, plus he's five beers in already. Steve and Soda are too busy arm wrestlin for money, Johnny shouldn't go out with us, it's too dangerous for him, and Darry's a complete mess, he'll probably freak once he sees her, ya dig? " Dally explains marking them off one by one with an excuse.

"Please don't make me." I beg.

"Come on kid, quite your whinin. Be glad Darry's lettin you go out." He tells me wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me along out the door.

We stumble along our way, keeping our eyes peeled for a beaten Curtis. We've been out here all afternoon with no dinner. My stomach growls to prove my point. The sun has set and the moon illuminates our path. We've been out here for hours just looking for her. Where is she? "Hey Dal." I kick a few rocks with my shoe as I look up at Dally. Dally's real tuff, he doesn't let anything touch him. He's the toughest greaser 'round, he's got a record about a mile long. He finds trouble, trouble doesn't finds him.