Johnny Cade's little sister

Chapter 6

I woke up with a horrible headache.

Seems that I'm always waking up with a headache.

I felt extremely hot.

I tried to move but there was something heavy lying on top of me.

I realized that it was Ponyboy. His head was on my chest with his arms wrapped around me.

I tried to push him off with out waking him but his arms only got tighter.

"Lizzy please.." he moaned out.

He looked younger while he slept. So peaceful.

I didn't want to get out of bed but I really had to pee.

I shook him again and he slowly opened his eyes.

" What?" he asked groggily.

"I gotta pee." I said while chuckling.

"Oh, sorry." he said and let go of me.

I saw that he was shirtless and I bit my lip trying not to smile.

I used the bathroom and rinsed my mouth with some mouth wash.

When I got back to Ponys room, he handed me two articles of clothing.

"Your clothes look pretty uncomfortable."

I looked down to find my jeans covered in dirt and my shirt was half way ripped down the front...

He handed me A black pair of sweat pants and a white tee shirt.

They were Ponyboy's clothes.

For some odd reason I felt overly excited at the fact I'll be wearing his clothes.

I walked into his closet and changed.

When I stepped out, I saw pony sitting on his bed with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

I padded over to him an sat next to him on the bed.

"Do you remember last night?" he asked me.

Flashes of male faces and screaming popped into my mind.

"Yeah..." my throat was sore, I assume from all my screaming.

Ponyboy stood up and angrily punched the wall.

I flinched at the sound.

I hesitantly walked over to him and hugged him from behind.

He pulled me Infront of him and just held me.

"I'm so sorry.." he whispered into my hair.

"For what? you didn't do anything?"

"For not protecting you,"

He let go of me and started to pace around the room.

"I shouldn't have told you come over late, I should've gone to your house, I should've been with you, I should've been with you sooner... and I'm so sorry that they hurt you,"

Seeing him like this was killing me.

"Did they, did they.. touch you?" he looked like he was scarred for the answer.

Did they touch me?

"Maybe, I can't really remember."

"Dammit!" he yelled slamming both fist onto the wall.

"Pony, please don't beat yourself about this. Just help me. I.. I think I need to be cleaned up." I suggested while pulling his wrist.

I sat on the bed while he went to go get a wet rag and the first aid kit.