The Outsiders Imagines

Ponyboy Imagine Part 4

S .E. Hinton owns all characters.

I. AM. DONE.

Ugh that was hard but worth it but still hard. I'm feeling very conflicted about this.

Anyway, enjoy! Try not to cry! Though you probably will! I'm going to stop talking now!

A Year Later - School - After School - Continued

Two-Bit tried to restrain Ponyboy from Logan. Pony's eyes were wild and angry, his nostrils flaring and his face red.

Pony continued to beat Logan senseless though he was already knocked out, but Ponyboy didn't seem to care. He just kept punching.

I pulled myself from Ruth and crawled over to Two and Pony. I reached out an unsteady hand and grabbed ahold of Pony's arm.

"Pony," I croaked, my voice dry from the crying and the screaming. "Pony, stop. You're going to kill him."

Ponyboy freezed and turned his head. He looked me over and his eyes narrowing at the sight of the bruise on my cheek.

I swallowed down some saliva and forced myself to speak.

"Pony, please let's just go."

He stared at me before nodding and standing up.

Two-Bit crouched down next to me. "Can you stand?"

I shook my head. My body still trembled with fear.

Ruth rushed to my side and held out her hand for me to hold. I gladly took it while Two-Bt helped me up as well. Pony just watched me as they got me to my feet. He said nothing.

As we walked off the school grounds and to, what I assumed, would be my house, I looked over at Ponyboy constantly but not once did he meet my gaze.

15 Minutes Later - [Y/N]'s House - Night

I winced and pulled away. Ruth growled and muttered a curse under her breath.

"Will you please hold still?" She asked, grabbing ahold of my face and turning it to the side. She pressed a cotton ball against the bruised flesh of my cheek, and ran it lightly over the wound.

"But it hurts~" I whined, clenching my fists.

"Well, suck it up!" She snapped.

Two-Bit, who was watching from behind, chuckled. "Your friend sure got a temper, [Y/N]."

Ruth glared at him. "Says the guy who practically punched a teenager to death just a little while ago," She retorted.

That shut him up really quick.

I lowered my gaze, sensing Pony, who was leaning against the kitchen counter, looking over at me. His eyes seemed to burn into my head.

Ruth made the connection between Pony's gaze and my constant squirming pretty quickly. She rose from her seat, the chair slightly sliding back, and walked over to the freezer. She grabbed an ice-pack, wrapped it a paper towel, and placed it against my cheek.

"Hold it against your cheek for a bit and it should ease some pain. Don't put the ice-pack directly on your skin or it'll cause the skin to get red and give you a prickling feeling. Trust me, you don't want to feel that."

I grabbed ahold of the ice-pack and muttered a thank you to Ruth. She leaned down and held her lips to my ear.

"Tell him, or I do it for you," She ordered, eyes hardening. I gulped. I knew Ruth and I knew she went through with her threats.