The Outsiders {Spanking}

I Can't Lose You

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Darry's POV

I love my little brothers, they are the best part of my life. They are also the most stressful, but I would trade it for anything. I honestly don't know what I would do if Sodapop and Ponyboy are taken away from me. It almost happened when my parents died, but we were told we could stay together as long as everyone is on their best behavior and the state doesn't find anything wrong with the home environment. And well, were pretty bad with keeping up both of those.

'Knock Knock Knock.'

There was a soft knocking coming from the door, it was barely loud enough to wake me up. Normally I would ignore it and try to salvage all the sleep I could get on a Saturday, though no one even knocks, we have an open door policy. So I assumed it was worth getting up to see who was here.

I opened the door, shirtless and boxers to see a parete lady with tightly curled hair, a white button up shirt, and a balck pencil skirt standing at my door with a briefcase. "Darel Curtis?" I lady asked with shock of my clothes, or lack thereof.

"Um, yes?" I closed my door a little and hid behind it.

"Mr. Curtis, my name is Bethony Walsh, we spoke on the phone last week about my visit." The lady tried to keep a professional voice, though I could tell she was uncomfortable. I didn't say anything. I tried to think back to any conversation I had with a petite lady who would be coming to my house at eight in the morning. Then it hit me. "I represent child protective services."

Shit

"Of course." I smiled at her, trying to hide my horror. "Can you just wait here a moment." I slowly closed the door on her, and then dashed toward my little brother's room. "Get up!" I yelled and shook them awake.

"Darry what's wrong?" Soda muttered as he opened his sleepy eyes.

"Child Protective Services is here! Now get up and get dressed!" I raced out of their room and over to mine. I threw on jeans and a black t-shirt. I put the throw pillows on the couch, but before I had time to do anything else, there was a knock at the door again.

I opened the door with a quiet grone. "Mr. Curtis, we did talk on the phone correct? You were informed I was coming?"

"Yes of course." I told her. "I just thought when you said eight you meant at night." I threw her a grin, but she did not return it.

"What kind of business is done at eight at night?" I lady asked, a little aggravated.

"What kind of business is done at eight in the morning?" I offered her another smile, though her face stayed like stone. "How about you come in." I opened the door for her.

"Thank you." She pressed her lips together as soon as she stepped inside and saw our messy living room, cluttered kitchen and table that had bills stacked on it. The boys came out of their rooms, jeans barely buttoned and shirts that were most likely picked off of the floor. Their teeth and hair were definitely not brushed either. The lady glanced at my boys and then back at me. She shook her head and then wrote something down in her black book. She silently walked around the house, throwing bad looks and taking sharp notes.

After ten minutes without a single word went by, the lady sat the three of us down in the living room. "You are aware that the state has every right to take these children away from you right now right Daral?" She started sharply.

"What?" I blurted out in a panic.

"This home is a mess, with lighters spread out, open beer in the fridge, more unpaid bills then I could count, a single bed for both of your teenage children, broken glass in the bathroom, not to mention the lack of structure and organization in these children's lives." Her voice was steady, though there was a touch of sympathy in it.